Esmeralda's eyes were on the bitch, she shifted forms quickly, but only to it's other four legged form. She was much taller in this form. She was much muscular as well. Two things that Esmeralda lacked. She was still taller than the secui wolf, since she was in her two-legged form, but she still was on the smaller, lanky, dainty side of the spectrum, though her body did show some muscle, mainly in her legs and arms, for her fur was fluffy in the winter, and it covered the rest of her features as far as muscles go. Not only that, but the wolf cloak added to her mass, so she had looked slightly bigger than she really was. Esmeralda did not bother to respond to the woman when she asked what her problem was. The answer was obvious that she was the problem. Her and her ugly existence. She was gray, and gray was to be destroyed in the eyes of the merled, liliac girl. Her tail was stiff and the girl with the knives started to let her fur rise under her cloak. The movement of the child's fur made her bat move and it made a sound. Esmeralda almost forgot that she had the bat at her chest, and she put her hand on her chest, over the back of the bat, and she calmed it back down. She, however let her fangs show at the woman. "You are a disgrace." were the only words she spoke to the woman, as the woman went on to speak to her slave.
Daisuke was not ready to be addressed, and he was quite surprised that the woman did notice that he was even there. She asked the male if Esmeralda was his child. In a way, she was, but in all reality, she really wasn't. Sure, he had raised her a little bit, but she simply developed on her own really, since Daisuke really didn't know how to raise a child. The girl ended up taking charge, and doing what she wanted, as well as learning about whatever she wanted to learn about. If she wanted to learn how to hunt, she would tell Daisuke to show her, and then he'd do it, that, along with other things. If Esmeralda wanted to know what firewater was, Daisuke would show her. If Esme wanted to know what sex was, then he'd show her. If the princess wanted to know what the insides of a wolf looks like, then he'd show her. This made her think that she was able to do whatever she wanted to him, and she would not get punished. She liked this method of being raised, so she obviously took advantage of it until she was able to dominate the male completely and use him as nothing but a slave. The golden male looked at his master, and his torn ears fell back on his head and he looked down at the ground, a silent form of submission and a way to answer the woman without even speaking a word. The male then let his eyes rise to the gray woman again, and he lifted his lips to show his fangs.
Daisuke still did not speak, but he looked at the woman, and he definitely remembered meeting this woman before. He looked at her and he turned his back slightly to her, hoping for her to get a glimpse of his unique tattooing along his back that he had around the time she had met him. He circled around, as per silent request of Esmeralda by a simple nod of her head that Daisuke caught as he looked at the merled girl. Daisuke's breath was heavy, as were his footsteps. He was scared of letting his master know that he knew, and cared for this woman at some point in time, if only as a friend. Daisuke was so sorry that they had to meet like this. Esmeralda was relentless to gray wolves. She always wanted to carve out their tongues, and mangle them, sometimes kill and burn them. It was a deep rooted anger and problem she had for no real good reason other than the fact that she thought that they were ugly. Esmeralda was not into scared beings either. Too many scars meant that many had failed in assassinating the being, and therefore, it was her job to rid of them, since she "was the only one who was able to". What a fucking psychopath.
Esmeralda growled lightly, as her ice blue eyes remained fixated on the gray wolf with missing toes, and no ear. Esmeralda looked at each scar on the woman that was not covered by her longer secui form hair. She also remained fixated on those perpetually bares fangs on the side of her mouth. Esmeralda wanted to cut off the other lip to give her a matching set. She also thought briefly about stealing this woman from Anathema, and making her a slave. That would take a lot of work, and since Esmeralda did not know of the woman's rank, it might be hard to actually steal the woman without anyone noticing her absence. She hadn't been to Anathema in some time now. The last time she was there, she had infiltrated the lands without being caught to be with her brother on their birthday. That was a special night for her. For she loved and missed her opposite spirited brother. This was why she had a fur coat that matched his own. Not because she had killed him, no,(because she would never even fathom that) but because she admired him so much that when she saw the coat on another, she had to kill it, and skin it and then wear it, and pretend that it was her brother's, and it had his smell on it. Eventually she might make those things into a reality, if not getting his pelt then to at least get his smell onto this pelt she currently was in the possession of.
Esmeralda grabbed two new knives, and she motioned for Daisuke to grab her other knife so that he could give it back to her. She then growled lightly again and she aimed again at the beast, and threw the first knife as a distraction, near the woman enough for her to possibly think it was going to hit her, and then she proceeded to through the other one too the direction she thought that the woman would dodge in. Daisuke himself did not move, for he knew that the knives would not hit him, even if he was close to the target. He held a sad frown on his face though, because he did not want to fight this woman. He hoped that Esmeralda would be able to handle the woman on her own, even though every fiber of his being was telling him that he would need to jump in, and more than likely, very soon. He got himself ready to attack her, when the order came, but he did it with a heavy heart. A very heavy heart indeed.
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