Baby Steps and Morning Breath

She doesn?t have time to notice Raisa?s initial reaction. Her mind focuses all upon protection; this is how she reacts. Her blatant willingness to throw herself recklessly towards the threats that endanger the things she loves (no matter how much she may deny the fact). Jaws snap wide open, and she bites with all the rage that builds up inside of her, all the hatred for all the ways the world has done her wrong. Alas, against such a thick pelt, wolven jaws are little but a hindrance. Angry bear claws snap for her, and they cut thickly into her left side neck, blood oozing out at a rate that one might consider alarming.

She yelps at the impact, but she is too driven. Raisa seeks to help, and Virgil shakes as she lunges for the beast?s left paw, snapping and twisting until she feels bone snapping. Alas, the behemoth is not quite done yet. ?Raisa, run,? she says. There is a desperation in her voice. Virgil Olympus has faced down bears before; one had put her out of commission for quite some time, she remembers. The scars have only recently faded from their pink hue, after all.
Despite everything, the last thing she wants to see is Raisa Xanilov bleeding. It is something she doubts that she could ever want from the ebon woman, no matter how weary she makes the golden goddess?s heart. Being angry with someone, after all, does not mean that you stop caring for them.