my daddy's got a gun

Sicarus de Ericeto · 03-17-2010, 05:26 PM

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In Character

The thin, pale voice rose up from the trees outside of Dahlia de Mai, driving Sicarus's dark brown ears straight up into the air, cupped to catch the distress call. Of course, a woman—forever getting themselves in trouble, forever stirring up shit they simply could not handle. Drawing his lips back into a snarl, the tawny-furred Optime was off like a shot, running full-out in his two-legged form. Even as he ran he shifted, intent on assuming his Secui form, and mid-stride he fell to four legs, running like fluid, as if his balance had not even shifted. It was true—Sicarus was not so good at fighting in his halfling form, but he could not miss out on the size and strength of his Secui body today. This was war, not some sneaking attack in the night—the tawny werewolf needed all the strength he could possibly gather.

As he arrived on the scene, he saw several coyotes and a pitiable few of his Dahlian packmates gathered. One female, two males—none of which he knew. It did not matter, though—each smelled distinctly of Dahlia, each carried Haku's seal of approval on their hindquarters if he had seen it fit to admit them to the pack, and to Sicarus, that meant they were worth saving. A terrible growl slithered from the shaggy Secui's throat, and he stalked toward the pair of canines standing in the open. The third Dahlian was concealed yet, but sooner or later the tawny-furred Charme knew he would explode from the bushes, pouncing on an unsuspecting coyote. Maybe the woman would actually prove useful in this fight—Sicarus didn't know, he didn't care. All that mattered was that this was it—this was his chance to prove himself to Haku and Dahlia de Mai!

A long, low growl escaped from his throat, and he sized up the opposition, fire-gold eyes evaluating each of their opponents, from the scarred and one-eyed canine at the forefront, to the smaller canine smiling and dancing like this was a goddamn party, the blue-eyed one who seemed far too serious, the dangerous one with the blades—he looked over each and every one of them and knew he could beat them all. He'd leave them in bloody shreds across the trees. Bristling, the Secui halted next to Tokyo and Larkspur on the far side of the woman, keeping a foot or so of distance between himself and the girl, despite fighting on the same side. She was a woman—useless, expendable. Her male child was the only thing worth protecting, and Sicarus did not even know that the child was Haku's.

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