Tapping the Barrel of a Steel Blue .38

*Alamea* · 11-03-2014, 08:57 PM

The dark form of her nephew raged against her touch, whirling and screaming and Alamea pulled back a frown creasing her brow and rose orbs dropping. Colten left the den and Alamea watched him go, offering what little comfort she could with a small sad smile. The white woman stayed for a few moment?s longer, watching her nephew before lifting herself again and leaving the den with a sigh.
What greeted her beyond the den was chaos. Colten stood not far from the entrance and Alamea saw her mate falter. It all jumped into clarity. "No." She breathed, in one quick move she placed herself in front of her nephew her small frame blocking him from the monster before her. Rune was going down and the small white woman?s posture was shifting, her tail tucking and ears pinning back. She shrunk before the man that stood over the unmoving form of her mate, lips pulled back to reveal fangs and yet her eyes only showed fear. "No!" She yelled, all too aware of her position. Despite the fear she had willingly moved herself into block him from the boys. "You- You?re a monster!" What sort of a man was he to claim he loved and cared for the boys and in the same breath rip them forcefully from the only home they knew?

"Speech,"
Goodness Gracious great balls of fire, thank you Fox!

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