05-31-2011, 06:51 AM
5+ lololol Leon is PISSED
It was all a big mess and it was beginning to make his head spin, both Ayasha and Shiloh panicking while he and Ralla seemed to watch on in helplessness. He wanted to shake his head and shout for them all to be quiet so he could think. It appeared Ralla was feeling the same as him as she suddenly stiffened up and began barking orders at Ayasha and Shiloh, the child woman ran off to go get one of the medics. Deep anger snaked through him taking over his mind in its tentacle grip, whomever this male was the Spanish man would find him and end him painfully. If the Etikaiele Gata had not ordered himself to help carry Shiloh into the village he would have stormed off right then and there to hunt for said rapist.
He moved up to the other side of Shiloh in time to hear her distressing statement that she was unlovable, he shook his head in her vision so she could see it,
"Nien princesa. You are only unloved if you have none familia to love you and you do have familia." With the height difference between him and Ralla both of them taking an arm would be incredibly awkward and ungainly, they would move so much faster if he picked the femme up and carried her up.
"Ralla, allow me." He leaned down and carefully picked up the injured female, arranging her so that her head rested on his left shoulder and placed her left arm over his right shoulder, she weighed more than the wood had done but not by much, he winced at how light she was, surely it wasn't healthy. White eyes pierced the way in front of him, cutting through the murkiness of the anger in his mind, he had someone directly in his care now so he couldn't go galivanting off chasing men. As he turned his head he caught a good inhale of the scent lingering about her mane and what he smelt made him stiffen and his tail bristle even more for entwined within the scent of this stranger was the unmistakable pack smell of the Cour des Miracles, it was faint so the member must be relatively new. Spanish swears flew from his mouth as he cursed all and sundry,
"It seems we are searching for a newer member of Cour des Miracles." The male started to walk towards the village lest his fury overwhelm him, it was all boiling up inside of him; anger, hatred, fear, the woman he carried in his arms could have easily been his own daughter, bleeding and broken with her innocence ripped and torn from her grasp, muscles bunched up in his arms, legs and back, and the pupils of his eyes had contracted so much they were almost not there. Haze of red had descended down over his vision and he saw no longer in color but in shades of red, blackened mane was on end as well as the tail behind him. Every opinion he had on how a man of honor should treat a woman had been broken on this night and it was almost killing him to remain within the borders of AniWaya.
It was all a big mess and it was beginning to make his head spin, both Ayasha and Shiloh panicking while he and Ralla seemed to watch on in helplessness. He wanted to shake his head and shout for them all to be quiet so he could think. It appeared Ralla was feeling the same as him as she suddenly stiffened up and began barking orders at Ayasha and Shiloh, the child woman ran off to go get one of the medics. Deep anger snaked through him taking over his mind in its tentacle grip, whomever this male was the Spanish man would find him and end him painfully. If the Etikaiele Gata had not ordered himself to help carry Shiloh into the village he would have stormed off right then and there to hunt for said rapist.
He moved up to the other side of Shiloh in time to hear her distressing statement that she was unlovable, he shook his head in her vision so she could see it,
"Nien princesa. You are only unloved if you have none familia to love you and you do have familia." With the height difference between him and Ralla both of them taking an arm would be incredibly awkward and ungainly, they would move so much faster if he picked the femme up and carried her up.
"Ralla, allow me." He leaned down and carefully picked up the injured female, arranging her so that her head rested on his left shoulder and placed her left arm over his right shoulder, she weighed more than the wood had done but not by much, he winced at how light she was, surely it wasn't healthy. White eyes pierced the way in front of him, cutting through the murkiness of the anger in his mind, he had someone directly in his care now so he couldn't go galivanting off chasing men. As he turned his head he caught a good inhale of the scent lingering about her mane and what he smelt made him stiffen and his tail bristle even more for entwined within the scent of this stranger was the unmistakable pack smell of the Cour des Miracles, it was faint so the member must be relatively new. Spanish swears flew from his mouth as he cursed all and sundry,
"It seems we are searching for a newer member of Cour des Miracles." The male started to walk towards the village lest his fury overwhelm him, it was all boiling up inside of him; anger, hatred, fear, the woman he carried in his arms could have easily been his own daughter, bleeding and broken with her innocence ripped and torn from her grasp, muscles bunched up in his arms, legs and back, and the pupils of his eyes had contracted so much they were almost not there. Haze of red had descended down over his vision and he saw no longer in color but in shades of red, blackened mane was on end as well as the tail behind him. Every opinion he had on how a man of honor should treat a woman had been broken on this night and it was almost killing him to remain within the borders of AniWaya.