06-20-2011, 09:11 PM
He was in this position again, could feel Shiloh's grip on his fur, last time they had been this way it had hurt them both and made them cry, the man pushed those feelings aside. He could not be with Shiloh no matter how much his heart ached for something else to cling onto, it would be an injustice to her to use the poor female as a rebound and something he would not lower himself to doing. Red still tinted his vision and he would not calm no matter what she said, he whispered to her not wanting to reveal just how angry he was although the growl in his voice was unmistakable,
"I will calm when the bastardo responsible is dead." White eyes flicked around half hoping that the one responsible would jump out at them, he had killed people for lesser crimes than this. Instead he entertained himself with bloody and cruel methods of death that he could inflict upon this demon. Ear flicked in slight pain as Shiloh's grasp on his fur tightened, pulling at some of the strands. He hardly noticed the reappearance of Ayasha and the arrival of someone new. The scent of J'adore was all over her and he recognised her as his mate, she was white too and with a swirling of unnatural colors staining her fur, his frown of disapproval was masked by Shiloh's head and so went unseen by anybody. The woman in his arms struggled weakly for the sound of the fluids being sloshed around and he followed Ralla's directive, lowering the injured femme gently and with utmost care to the ground.
Then he lowered himself to the floor besides her, barely paying attention to the child's words Ralla told her adopted daughter and instead reached out a paw to grasp Shiloh's hand on her uninjured arm, holding the scarred and burnt appendage between his own two.
"I will calm when the bastardo responsible is dead." White eyes flicked around half hoping that the one responsible would jump out at them, he had killed people for lesser crimes than this. Instead he entertained himself with bloody and cruel methods of death that he could inflict upon this demon. Ear flicked in slight pain as Shiloh's grasp on his fur tightened, pulling at some of the strands. He hardly noticed the reappearance of Ayasha and the arrival of someone new. The scent of J'adore was all over her and he recognised her as his mate, she was white too and with a swirling of unnatural colors staining her fur, his frown of disapproval was masked by Shiloh's head and so went unseen by anybody. The woman in his arms struggled weakly for the sound of the fluids being sloshed around and he followed Ralla's directive, lowering the injured femme gently and with utmost care to the ground.
Then he lowered himself to the floor besides her, barely paying attention to the child's words Ralla told her adopted daughter and instead reached out a paw to grasp Shiloh's hand on her uninjured arm, holding the scarred and burnt appendage between his own two.