Fayne was under the impression that the story was over, but it kept going. What more could Aram possibly do to the poor fae? She would find out listening intently as the story went on. Each emotion Palaydrian was feeling, she felt as well. The feelings showing on her face as her brow furrowed and lips curled back in distaste for this vile coyote. The emotions that lingered in the air between them were almost tangible, striking out at the wolves and torturing them. She couldn't stand the thought of such people. It was ones like Amy and Aram that pitted such hate in the silver fae for all Luperci. If only the world could be wiped clean of such canine's.
Aram's actions were, in Fayne's opinion, worse than what Amy had done to her. Yes, she had struck fear into the small wolf and yes, she had carved a picture slowly and accurately on the wolf's shoulder. But, Aram had violated Palaydrian in a way far, far worse. Fayne chimed in when Palaydrian growled, the emotions once again striking out at her like a whip to cattle, egging them on. Fayne nodded in response as she spoke. Of course her lashing out riled him up. Amy had been the same way as Fayne threw harsh words at her and promises to make her regret it, it only seemed to fuel her and entertain her. The chilling laugh that echoed through the forest for nobody to hear and that disgusting smile. She enjoyed every minute they had spent together, getting off on the blade slicing the small wolves flesh as she writhed in pain. Pleads for mercy also made things worse, it gave her power, more power than she already had over the hopeless creature.
As Palaydrian continued, Fayne's lips were curled back in an unruly snarl unable to hold back the emotions the wolf was sharing with her. She imagined the story as it was told, the pain she must have been feeling, it was as if she could feel it too in a sense. She could remember her own pain and how intense it had been, but nothing compared to being stricken, violated, and cut into in the same sitting. Palaydrian was lucky to have gotten back to New Dawn in one piece. And that disgusting name he had given her, "Precious", who did he think he was? Fayne's eyes drifted to the Optime's humanoid hands as they closed in a tight fist, a human display of anger. Her dark muzzle came down to nose the cream colored wolf's close hand, her tongue flopping out to give a gentle lick. Drin paused, the tears had long disappeared, anger replacing them. Fayne stayed quiet as she gathered herself to continue the story. A whine escaped her as the words flowed, the dread filling her eyes. What a bastard. Fayne could only imagine how dirty she would feel after having the vile man's fingers inside of her, the thought put her into a rage. The small wolf stood getting heated up by the story, hackles rising as she listened. Palaydrian had stood strong and distracted him in another way, one Fayne didn't quite understand but still, she had avoided the man's nasty seed.
Fayne stood there, body nearly quivering with anger for Aram, the thought of his hands on her pack sister in such a demeaning way. If she ever saw this coyote, she would make him regret ever laying a hand on Palaydrian. That bastard! He doesn't deserve to walk this earth! We will take care of him, and Amy! They will never hurt another being after we get through with them. She finished with a low growl noticing how heated she was. A breath was taken and her hackles lowered, she needed to put a cap on the blood that boiled inside of her. Fayne sat, taking another breath and nuzzling her sister again, calmer now. They will pay. She couldn't say much more for fear of what other curses would come out, but the anger was still evident in her eyes. Her breathing eventually slowed, she was supposed to be strong for Palaydrian but she had let the anger get the best of her. She shook her head and spoke. You're safe, we will all protect you. If he ever lays a hand on you again, he will be sorry. There are several wolves here that would keep that promise. She figured they both needed to calm down and kept her mouth shut for the time being, focusing on the soothing garden in front of them.
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