10-23-2009, 08:08 PM
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| http://i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb17 ... eader1.png); background-position:top; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> OOC// Yeah, that would be great! Thanks very much :3 He stopped, about a yard from where she stood. In optime form Alaine was smaller than the usual wolf, her canine heritage obvious in the slender, short-haired figure. But, unfortunately, this meant that the black and white stranger seemed to tower over her. Brilliant emerald eyes were wide with fear; Not for what might happen to her, but for what might happen to the little bundle of fur that waited for her return, for a good meal, in the bushes not so far away. Her stomach twisted nervously, fingers clasping and unclasping as they fiddled with each other. " Really…that’s a useless lie.” His eyes, a dangerous ruby red almost opposite to her own, remained pinned upon the exotic beauty - But his body shifted, nose to the air, to filter through scents surrounding them. Probably checking she didn't have back up, or something... Oh no, Caillen! “ I don’t like thieves, even if they are starving and injured. If your doing this you may have nothing left to risk.” With his words burning in her ears, Alaine seemed to shrink in upon herself. Become as small as possible, and he wont view you as a threat... Maybe he'll even let you go? But at that very moment, her worst nightmare came true, and the little boy whom had been hidden suddenly decided it was his turn to play hero. " You! Don't t-t-touch my Mama!" His little teeth bared in a foolish snarl, Caillen launched himself from the bushes. His lupus form was gainly with youth - Paws too large for skinny legs, body too thin for what was healthy. And as he sprinted towards his mother, whom was still frozen to the spot, the little boy tripped on a tree root and went sprawling on the ground. Things happened quickly after that; One second, Alaine was standing, submissive and scared and alone. The next, she was crouched over her fallen son, and the hatred in her eyes was nearly as potent as the vicious, poisonous snarl across her maw. The fragile beauty had become like a mother bear, all fury and desperation. She would protect her son, even if it meant fighting to the death. " DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM!" Her voice, previously sweet and melodic, now sounded acidic and dangerous. Lips writhed over glittering white fangs, her ears plastered back to her head as stray auburn curls whipped about features in a sudden wind. It was obvious now that she had not been hunting, nor stealing, for herself - It was all for Caillen, all for her weak, underfed son.  |