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Grey claws moved to offer shallow pin-point marks as she leaned lightly against the poorly treated door. Her surroundings often suffered when she was mad; if not a living creature, then full or partial destruction of items would do as well. Hadn’t she been so attached to her foul mood, this thought might have made the exotic looking woman laugh. But this was no laughing matter, yet, so no, her eyes remained sharp and unappreciative as she made an attempt to murder him with her stare alone. The Lykoi had been cruel to judge him for the temperamental issues she had observed in the darkly shaded man at the end of their first, spontaneous sparring session. She was just as bad herself. He had lost his control completely, but had gathered his control swiftly. Her anger wasn’t quite as wild, but it outlasted his by miles. How she loved her fire.
Silky audits leaned against the soft, rich hair that embraced framed in her pretty, though oh so angry face, and it was with intrigue she watched his reaction. Perhaps Zana had sent him here to give her a display of her conquered toy. It made angry lips want to curl back with her vivid dislike, but there was enough sense in her to refrain from serving him an unmistakable visual threat like that. She was too stuck in her head, and whatever friendship could have bloomed between them now suffered for it. It was much too soon for him to see the most ugly part in her. But she saw no reason to play the role of a fake character around her clan members. She was who she was; a force to be reckoned with, and while she did not wish to appear a threat to her fellow Infernians as she did to trespassers and common wolf scum, she was a hazardous thing, with a lethal bite.
Curved chest heaved slightly with her increased uptake on oxygen as she waited for him to back the fuck off. But nothing happened. Nothing. He didn’t blow away from the terror of her voice. Instead, he treated her venomous outburst as a greeting, and stated the purpose of why he had ended up outside her home. Her breath was put on hold for a moment, and it wouldn’t have surprised if trapped, black smoke had started flowing out of her dark nostrils at her surprised, interrupted breath of fire. And this was the man that she had believed to be so fidgety; so careful with his act around his master. She had wanted to see him crumble to ash before her feet, but instead he remained tall, several inches above her shorter form, unscathed. Now, that wasn’t fair at all. How dared he not to buckle! Her chest burned with her fire, but what use was it to breathe her fire if he was immune to her flames. She didn’t like it; for it lessened the immerse advantage she had believed she possessed.
She didn’t need him to understand her. Resuming her breathing, she gave a sharp shrug of her muscular shoulders and swirled around, stomping over to the open drawer to kick it shut with a clawed foot. Despite her new-found lack of control over Helotes, she did what she could to adjust the power in her kick, so the nightstand did not go flying as it easily could have. ”Fine.” the she-dragon hissed, ”You may enter.” And he would drag the rat-tail’s scent in with him, and her room would reek just as he did. Ack. Without he angry urgency in her form, she turned to allow her scarlet eyes return to him. She hadn’t put two and two together as he had, and pondered where this calm of his was coming from. Or—no, she didn’t. She already knew her guess. It wouldn’t have bothered her so much if she hadn’t despised her midget cousin so deeply. There was also the strange and unexplainable feeling of ownership that made the scent of another female rub her the wrong way. She’d rather not have him touched by anyone. She didn’t care to ask herself why.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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