Elusive Movements

[My†hril]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] Course travel roughen paws fall to the earth, less then half a heart beat later they would lift in a steady unbroken tempo. Thick pillars of frosty white reach upward to broad sloping shoulders, where the scattering of obsidian tipped fur rippled with the movement of the powerful muscles beneath. Honed from near constant travel this fae was lean, and agile despite her apparent bulk. Midnight tipped cones tipped forward before swiveling in various directions, listening to the sounds of the world surrounding the lone female Husky. Ice blue optics glittered against a faint ghostly grey mask that left an arrow of white against her brow, a sole dark narrow strip of darkness centered between those silent watchful eyes. Despite the fact that it had been nearly an entire season since she'd last seen a sign of another canine, Mythril was weary. It wasn't that there was a lack of life in the Freelands, instead she tended to avoid contact. With a guarded heart she moved alone through life. This solitary attitude had not always existed within the beasts soul. She had once been an open flirtatious creature with a keen bent for mischief, Always laughing and the light of her families eye, she had loved life, enjoyed the company of others. But it had been that open willing trust that had shattered and reformed who she was deep inside. Sides would flare outward in a visibly heavy sigh, that was the only problem with being on ones who to her way of thinking. It gave ample opportunity for unwanted memories to surface, of course so did being with others. No matter how far or long she ran the pain always found her eventually. Her past marked her failure, though she attempted to start over it remained a simple fact. She had failed when she was needed most. So the cycle went, so the memories that had been so firmly shoved away moments before would return until something caught her attention distracting the fae from her inner turmoil. At long last it came, in a form wholly unexpected. She'd been successful in avoiding others of her kind thus far, but even she knew that it was impossible to do so forever. There on the breeze faint, indistinctive in all but the simple fact that it was canine in origin would be a scent. That black button perched at the end of her muzzle twitched, pits flared briefly drawing deep the ever elusive scent. All motion ceased as that cranium twisted around on its thick short pedestal in an attempt to visually pinpoint the creature whose scent she could justly barely detect. Were they coming? Or were they going? Was it male or female, aggressive or not? These were all unknown factors that put the Husky on alert, watchful for even the most minor of signs that she was about to cross another's path, or they hers. Word Count: 487 OOC: WOOT! First Post!!

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] A typical day is all it was for the large phantom. Massive paws took each step deliberately over the rocky mountain side. Though cautious the movements of the behemoth seemed effortless, a ghost floating over the terrain in search of it's next victim. Two, triangular soldiers stood on guard upon a broad skull, pirouetting gracefully toward each and every vibration upon the wind. The strong sea breeze thrashed over the ledge, embedding itself under the alabaster hairs adorning the warrior's hide, bringing with it the crisp, salty scent of the tropical waters that flowed as far as the eye could see. The aroma of ocean waves splashed against his nares so strongly that he could nearly taste the foam as it hit the rocky beach. Sound was his only option for detecting any intruders during this round. Luciano contemplated if a storm were nearing due to the severity of the wind's wrath on this particular day. His own scent would easily be detected by any who dared wander too close to his pack's borders, and this was how the brute enjoyed to work his rounds. Any individual who was brave enough to cross upon the Metnal's lands was obviously one worth considering. Of course except for that goofy pup that found herself here. What was the queen thinking anyhow allowing such a dog to stay here? She was comic relief if no other use. He supposed that this was exactly the reason that Erida had the plans she did with the naive brute that was recently allowed upon the lands. He did not know the demoness well, but was sure that she was not truly going soft. Why else would he be instructed to run a larger perimeter lately? And so he did as was demanded. Paw pads finally received a relief as soft, lush grasses replaced the sharp edged ledges he had been descending during his journey. Dark optics attempted to watch for movement through the towering grasses, hair follicles causing the pelt along his spine to raise in a form of annoyance. None would cross his own lands, but this was loner territory. Any of the packs may be lurking through the vegetation, and considering the pathetic creatures they were would surely be in large numbers. A long, whip like tail rose several notches in the Argentinian Mastiff's typical dominant posture, a flag of warning that he would not hesitate to demolish any who dared sneak near. A rustle that was barely audible tugged his cropped auditories slightly toward the east, a chocolate gaze following instinctively. The bulky male paused, his frame squared in anticipation as he was quite unsure of who it could be so close. The thin skin along his jaw rose as the tension coursing through his muscles crept to a higher level. As a warning growl began it's short bubbling travel from the dogo's chest a quick view offered him what he needed. Fangs clamped shut tightly holding back the sadistic sound trailing it's way toward freedom. A sly smirk forced his sneer to fade as the beauty before him became clear. Motion began once more, his goal shifting toward the fae wandering the field alone. A smooth, Latin accented voice wove it's way through the grasses offering his position easily, "And what is a beautiful thing like you doing wandering all alone, love? Do you not know the dangers you may get yourself into?" A massive cranium tilted to the side as his paws clung to the earth, halting before invading her space too closely. Brows stitched together over soft chocolate pools offering a facade of concern.

[My†hril]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] Movement drew near colorless eyes round to focus on the white brute, a pretty boy by the look of him. Which, truth be told, meant little in reality. But life's lessons had taught her never to trust in a face, to find the true meaning and worth of a character one must look farther beneath the mask given to the world. Cranium lifted slightly as she studied the beast who chose to pause much closer then was polite. Strike one against Mr. Charming. Strike two came with his words, speaking to her as if she were a weak minded ninny. Still she'd gift him with an answer, allowing the smooth velveteen tones of her vocals to rise from hidden pipes. "The world is full of danger, only a coward would allow such simple facts to hold him fast to the safety of one's den." His scent, rolling from his massive frame in heavy waves told her that he was a member of the Metnal Pack whose lands bordered somewhere near. Another clue into who this strange dog was. If memory holds true those of that pack followed the Doberman. The one who had rid the land of its human influences. Had he been involved in that? That brief curious thought danced across her mind before it was shoved away. She wasn't the type to offer up information, or random conversations, not anymore. There'd been a time when she may have taken in an appreciated the silky accent, the muscles that rippled visibly beneath that glossy hide of snow. But the past was gone, and she cared nothing for such frivolous details. Thus his look of concerned went unheeded for many reasons, the first and foremost would be the simple fact that she was a stranger. Only an idiot would show concern for an unknown dog, female or not, and there was something Myth doubted very much, that this white brute was no idiot. That brought Mythril to the conclusion that he was playing a game, toying, or testing. But what did he seek, what was his goal? These were the holes in the fae's information, holes she didn't much care for. Even while that mind worked behind uncaring frozen optics that remained locked on his visage, the outward appearance gifted to the beast was almost statue like in its lack of movement, in its lack of emotion. Even the length of that bushy tail remained unmoving, if it weren't for the gusty breeze that pulled at lengthy night frosted guard hairs, one might have thought she was nothing more then one of them fancy human ice sculpture some fool decided to paint. Still she was ready to move if he chose to advance into her 'personal bubble' any farther. Word Count: 460 OOC: O.o; She dun trust 'pretty boys' as she terms em. xDD

[Tsunami]

[bg=BE8DD2][atrb=width,400,true] Delicate was a word that could only be used to describe her when it best suited her. Quiet? Hardly. She wanted to be seen and heard. Because if the truth be told, Tsunami loved to be the center of attention. She instantly felt as if her spotlight was threatened the moment another females scent passed through her nostrils, and Tsunami was good at getting rid of her problems. Large paws trudged through the grasses that established themselves at the bottom of the ridge. Her head was low, even with the line of her back and a severely unimpressed look washed over her features. Tsunami purposely stomped on rotting foliage, taking her aggression out on the dried greenery. Unexpectedly, her upper lip quivered, trying to form itself into a deep snarl as a low growl rolled from somewhere deep within her chest. This was a natural reaction to her when the scent of any other canine waft past her. The heavy stride paused for only a moment before she turned to her right and continued. Now she ignored the wasted vegetation below her rust coloured paws, for she was on the trail of something much more interesting. Memories of the thick Latin accent flowed through her mind and a malicious smirk formed. This was just what she needed. The attention Luciano had offered her in the past was indeed something she could not pass up. The trail was now almost intoxicating before she thought of noticing anything more than Luciano. When she did notice that he wasn't alone, the growl returned and her pace quickened. This female was new to Tsunami, and defiantly not Metnal. This fact angered Tsunami like a scorned lover, and now her legs moved at a full gallop before she nearly ran over the two canines just off Metnal territory. Barging her way in between the two dogs, her jaws snapped at the older fae, eyes piercing hers."Just what do you think you're doing, slag? Do you even know where you are?". Her voice was almost too feminine for her large stature, almost childlike. Just as quickly as Tsunami appeared herself, her facial features suddenly turned softer, craning her neck around towards Luciano, a sweet innocent smile lightly touching her features. "Hello, Luciano. Beautiful day, isn't it?". Without waiting for a reply, her attention once again adjusted on the older female, a sly smirk that screamed hidden jealousy while at the same time suggesting that Tsunami had won in the battle against her crossed her maw. A battle that surely the other canine had no idea about what so ever. WC//430 Uglies//Mithril & Luciano OOC// Ahh, poor Tsu <3

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] Charming features held their ground as if it was not noticed that the fae was completely uninterested in the white brute. Though his appearance never offered proof, within he had noted every detail about the stark expression that was offered toward him. In no way would this male ever believe a fae was simply not interested. It was obvious to him that she was playing a game of hard to get, or perhaps she was simply shy and putting up a blasé bluff. Blackened pits expanded and contracted as a rush of scents cascaded within his nostrils for a strict evaluation. Mixed with the ever present smell of salty fluid was the fae's sweet, earthy scent yet no sign of sour fear chemicals was present. Was she playing with him as he was her? It would be no surprise that the mastiff was not the best judge of character and intentions. He always saw things his way and no other could sway him from this opinion. Surely the husky was hiding her interest in his physique. The ringing of the new feminine voice pulled his auds to their furthest extent by an invisible string, while the words forced a single brow to quirk in surprise and interest. Such a beautiful creature, so charming, and...sarcastic. Surely she was sarcastic, never could one mean a response so stern and dissatisfied with his chivalrous concern. A deep rolling chuckle bounced along the cavity of his chest showing his amusement at her "game", "No, love. I do not mean for you to be locked away. Such a beautiful creature is a gift to surely share with the world. I simply was offering..." Before he could finish his thought of how perfect it would be to have him accompany her a black, snarling beast had made it's way between them. So wrapped up in his own ego and the lust that he believed was fluttering between he and the stranger all other senses had shut off completely. Surely a female would eventually lead to his demise in one form or another. Shock quickly washed from his face as fast as it had appeared once his deep gaze ran over the frame standing between him and his most current target. This must be his lucky day! A crooked grin painted itself upon his pale canvas as the sweet Rottweiler he had first met in the dens snapped menacingly at the loner. The twist of her broad skull, and feminine voice confirmed it was truly the newest beauty calling Metnal home. And before he could answer her oddly placed question the demoness was back to a silent attack. Concern should have made itself present, afterall he cared so much for all of the faes. But there was one thing he adored more than a female and it was unfolding right before him. To see two faes battle was the ultimate thrill, an aphrodisiac to the large dog. It could have been hours while the fantasies drifted through his mind, yet it was a mere seconds time. Should he stop the antics at a chance to have yet another princess potentially upon his home lands? Or should he let the events unfold. He chose neither, a single stride positioning just his crown between the two females, his gaze shifting calmly from one to the other. "Tsunami, what a pleasure to see you again. There's no need to be hasty, love. She is no intruder." His focus locked upon the multicolored femmora to his right with a flirtatious smile stretching along dark lips. He would not stop the fight, nor would he watch, yet attempt to add fuel to the fire that was ready to explode at any moment, "I was just hoping to charm her, we could always use more members, could we not? Though I would hate to have to fight off my brothers constantly. I don't know if you've heard, but I'm horrible at sharing." The attention was drawn completely away from his pack mate, every aspect of him attached completely to the long coated enchantress other than the simple words that flowed easily.

[My†hril]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] Mythril had only managed an unimpressed snort as a form a reply to Mr Casa Nova's words that were cut short when their duo turned into a trio. The snap of jaws in her direction gleaned no reaction from the Alabaster and onyx fae, optics of colorless blue locked on with the rotti for but a moment as she spoke. Midnight twins flickered back then forward, chin lifted a fraction, this was the only change in the Huskies statue like stillness. Choosing not to acknowledge the rude mutt after all her words were meaningless in more ways then one, after all. For one it was obvious she knew exactly where she was, why else would she be where she was? Instead she dismissed the younger fae with a light twist of that cranium, looking towards the white brute. "I travel alone." A shift in weight allowed Mythril to side step the pair with the intentions of continuing on her way. Muscles rippling beneath the cool thick pelt of white causing strands of black tipped guard hairs to form waves flowing along her back and shoulders. She was a healer but despite that she was a loner, having no real desire to make a place for herself within a packs structure, for reasons displayed by the rust and black mongrel. Having not even crossed over into pack lands the mutt that was barely old enough to be considered an adult showed aggression. Pathetic really, in some aspect, sad in others. It had not slipped her attention the sweet tones she used towards the male. Which could mean a variety of things, she didn't like outsiders, she liked males but hated females. One could rarely tell upon first acquaintance, but if Mythril went by that old saying about first impressions, well she could only imagine what the Demoness herself was like. Stepping beyond the pair she'd continue in her path running along side the Metnal borders. A single soldier broke from its twin to slip backward listening to sounds of those she left behind. Scents on the wind spoke of a coming storm, the clouds gathering against the horizon enhanced the impression. She would need to seek shelter soon, if she had a desire to remain dry. That thought was but a brief fact that crossed her mind while her attention remained mostly behind her. Fear was as foreign to her soul as the rest of the wide spectrum of emotions the canine heart was able to contain. It was simple self preservation that kept the majority of her attention were cast to the brute and fae. Would they follow, both with very different intentions, or would they return to their pack lands and leave her to her silent demons? Word Count: 458 OOC: Off she goes...xP

[Tsunami]

[bg=BE8DD2][atrb=width,400,true] Although Tsunami acted viciously when it came to the attention she received, or didn't, a sure sign of lack of self image, she really thought the world of herself. She honestly believed that no one would chose anyone else over her. How could they? She was the definition of femininity and beauty. The rust and black coloured beast would never think any differently. A satisfied smirk crossed her face while slitted eyes looked directly into the other faes while Luciano spoke to her. The attention she craved brought a slightly softer side in her. She had won this round for sure, and so long as this older female realized who was on top, that's all she needed. Tsunami would never allow herself to be so obvious with her addiction to attention, so when Luciano began to focus on the Husky, her outsides showed no change in emotion. Her insides, however, were at the breaking point. Imagines of sinking her teeth into the old bitches neck, suffocating her until her form fell limp filled her mind. Unable to actually take out these actions, the thought of doing them was enough to settle her. "What use do you think a aging mutt would be to us, Luciano?", she scoffed, rolling her eyes before moving her form in a slow, sophisticated movement towards the white canine, brushing his body. "You could do so much better anyway.". She flicked a glance at him over her shoulder as the other fae proceeded to move away from the two. Quickly approaching her, almost at a gallop, Tsunami slid in front of her in an attempt to stop her movements before giving her the once over, scanning the Huskys body from head to tail with an extremely unimpressed look on her face. One which screamed disgust. "I mean, look at her. There isn't much going on, on the outside and from what I've been able to tell, not much upstairs either, Miss Sociable." Upon finishing her statement, Tsunami finally stepped out of the females way, keeping her eyes directly on the Huskys. Although both of the faes were about the same height, it was clear that the heftiest of the two was, in fact, Tsunami herself. This normally would cause a prideful reaction to someone in a battle with another canine, but this only infuriated Tsunami even more. What good were her muscles if she had never used them anyway? She had a brain built for beauty and the body of a fighter. This fact, she ignored. Her entire life had been woven around the manipulations of her brother, Typhoon. Tsunami has never done a single days worth of hard labour, ever. The Rottweiler simply snorted then lowered herself to her haunches, waiting for a reaction. WC//457 Uglies//Mithril & Luciano OOC// .... <3

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] A single brow rose in interest at the stranger's simple reply of being a loner. Why? Why would any canine choose such a life. No matter your situation it was always fun to have others around, if not helpful. How would he manage to come across so many faes in a single day if it were not for the pack life? How could she be taken care of like a female should if she wandered aimlessly....alone? The grin that had adorned his box like maw slowly began to dissipate as the female simply stepped away and followed her original path. Wrinkles stitched his brows together, black lips turning downward in a grimace. His features told the story of a broken hearted lover when he first realized that his dream woman had left him standing alone at the alter of a beautifully decorated church. His mind urged him to follow, yet it seemed those massive paws had grown roots attaching him to the terra upon which he stood. The depressed trance that seemed to engulf the mastiff's being finally was penetrated as Tsunami's frame crossed into his vision. Optics watched curiously as she confronted the husky fae the insults addressed toward him sitting idly within his mind. Long, thick limbs thrust forward as the Rottweiler beauty finally took a seat back upon her haunches, eating the distance between him and the pair of faes. "Experience," was the reason he gave for the older female being of use to them. Experience meant a myriad of things to the sexist beast. Perhaps she knew things that they didn't about what was happening else where on the island? Maybe she was actually skilled in some area that they were not yet aware of? Yet the most important thing on the sickening male's mind was the experience she could bring him directly. A slight shift of his long, whip like tail was a tell tale sign of the pleasant thoughts streaming through the hidden space of his being.

[My†hril]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] The thud of padded paws eating up the distance she had only just put between herself and the other two had Mythril groaning inwardly. Annoyance flared in the cold silent gaze that peered out from a blacken mask as the foolish youngster charged up to block her path once again. All movement ceased as those onyx tipped twins flickered back, and that lip lifted briefly before all emotion bleed from her visage leaving nothing but remote aloof mask in its place. Mythril had figured it would be the male to stop her first, since after all it was obvious the Rotti watched the white brutes attention all for herself. Instead she found she was face to face with the fae spewing more meaningless insults. Jaws part on a wide mouthed yawn, just as the brute rejoined them. His simple word brought her attention towards him with a slight cant to that cranium. His reply to why she'd be useful to their pack caught her by surprise. Still her attention returned to the fae who blocked her path. "One would think you'd be intelligent enough to let a rival continue on her path rather then drawing attention back to her." Still Mythril kept her statue like pose, even as her gaze shifted between the muscular white beast, and the midnight and copper fae, she was aware of what the rotti's actions were. Only time would tell if the silly youngling would decide to attack or not. The rotti was bulky to say the least, and may have stood a half an inch taller then she herself stood. But Mythril was a solid mass of muscle, honed from years of surviving on her own. There was little doubt that she could take the Rotti if it came down to it, but if the brute chose to join in the fray, well that was a whole different story. He at least had the look of a warrior about him, where the fae looked more like a pampered pooch. Still she'd rather not spill the blood of another that she would later feel honor bound to patch up afterward.

[Tsunami]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Tsunami/t1.jpg] The satisfied smirk that had been plastered to her face disappeared so fast, one would have thought she had been struck across the maw. A frown took it's place, eyes widened only for a split second before her brows furrowed, forcing a wince to appear. Experience?, she thought to herself. At first, her mind toiled over why experience would be the reply. Finally, she decided that Luciano was only interested in this faes ability to fight and care for Tsunami... being the self centered fae she was. Pleased with her final realization, she left the comment be. Because deep down she only knew if she explored it more, she would be disappointed. Now that she had the idea in her head that this female could be useful to Tsunami alone, her body relaxed and she decided that she would no longer insult the fae to satisfy her own need for self worth. That is, until the aging Husky insulted the sleek black and rust Rottweiler. The fold of skin covering her large canines quivered slightly before raising itself high enough to see only the point of one white, sharp tooth. Tsunami tried, she really did. Tried to keep herself calm and relaxed at all times, but the young female had so much anger and hatred boiling under her skin that any aggravation was sure to make her explode. "Rival?", she squeaked. "If you were a rival, we'd be more inclined to question you, don't you think? You should have just stuck with just a lonely bitch passing through." As she spoke, she took careful, slow steps towards the Husky. Head lowered and eyes that sparkled an almost orange colour were focused on the other females eyes, the intent to kill so clearly wiped across them. The only thing that brought her out of her focused trance was the realization that the white brute she was trying to impress was still here. A large framed head shot over in his direction, throat swallowed harshly and she forced her rump on the soft ground once again. Optics shooting from one canine to the other. Anyone could tell what she wanted to do. And anyone could see the struggle in her mind over just that. Even though the logical part of her mind shouted at her that she could never win a physical fight against any other canine, let alone the muscular fae.

[Luciano]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/2gvoj74.jpg] The look of confusion and disappointment that briefly touched his pack mate's face sent a warm, tingling sensation coursing over his hide. His gut constricted in a pleasurable manner causing his features to twist into a longing expression. His chocolate gaze glinted as it searched the Rottweiler's frame, before shifting to the husky offering a deliberate drop and rise of a single shade. He was far from a stupid dog and the jealousy raging within Tsunami radiated from her like rays from the sun. She sought his attention, and even if it were not because she truly wanted her desire to be wanted by him was quite enough. He would continue this game until it wore out and he was only left with one female to try to persuade into being "his". The vulgar thoughts penetrating his mind as he scanned over each female were cut short as some mention of "rival" was spewed from the stranger to Tsunami. Each beauty was offered the attention of a single cropped radar as the venom laced words crept from the now stalking black and tan fae. Amusement and sheer delight lit his canvas, his chest heaving in deep anticipatory breaths. Then to the mastiff's dismay the advances came to a screeching halt putting Tsunami back upon her rear. Triangular radars followed her motions falling back against his skull in disappointment. What was going on here? She was to get him all hot and bothered with the anticipation of a brawl between the two femmoras and then...stop. Was he not worth the fight? Was she unable to hold her own? Black lined tiers pulled downward into a frown, brows furrowing slightly as the pools beneath locked upon the sleek black canvas nearby. "What a shame, mi amor," he murmured quietly as his crown lowered ever so slightly as the agonized facade spread further along his features. "Perhaps she is your rival, aye?" Manipulation was something he was quite fond of, and something he hoped would get him what he was so eager to witness.

[My†hril]

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[atrb=background,http://i635.photobucket.com/albums/uu77/Amaryssa_Shard/backm.png] Blacken dots surrounded by a frozen tundra remained focused on the fae, watching the moods dancing across her visage. A hint of amusement might have been found within those sobering depths, if one was well known to the elusive canine. Still what held her most in its grip was the irritation of having her day interrupted by the antics of a pup. It was the challenge in the others advancement that had the long ebony dipped scattered across her back and shoulders to lift. Muscles flexed causing the silken snow to ripple with tension. "You may question to your heart's content, pup." The low emotionless tones imparted, "Though I doubt you will receive any answers." The twist of the Rottie's head towards Casa Nova before her rump plopped to the earth once again, told Mythril all she needed or wanted to know about this pair. A ebony dusted soldier flickered towards the Mastiff as his voice carried towards the facing off pair. The sense of delight at a potential on coming fight that radiated from him was almost tangible. Doubled by the words he so carefully chose, his intentions were clear to the rogue healer. A feeling of disgust slid through the Husky's dual toned frame as her attention shifted back towards the Rotti. "Manipulation is a touchie game to play, often back firing if not played with a perfect finesse. I bid you both farewell. Enjoy your prize, Princess." Her life before the demoness's rise to power had been vastly different then the majority of the canines that resided on the island. It was that life that had taught her how to survive in this one, and told her several simple facts. First of all, even while this brute attempted to goad the two fae's into a battle she was a loner, a rogue, where as the other was a member of his pack. Two, if she were to attack and harm the foolish pup, he might be inclined to step in and lend his pack mate his obvious warrior skills. And even should he chose not to, she'd inevitably make enemies within the Metnal Pack. Mythril may bare many traits, but stupidity wasn't listen among them. The ripple of muscle beneath her pelt heralds the fae's movements as travel roughen paws lifted from the earth for a heart beat or two before once more finding traction once again against the earth's dew soften surface.