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Sorry for the lengthy wait hon! Life kicks my ass quite frequently. -.-
If everyone cared and nobody cried.
Of course she'd be spotted, Bris wasn't stupid enough to think that striding right into the territory would let her go unnoticed. The snows of winter that had once hidden her form so well had long since melted away with the spring thaw. Aside from that, she made no attempt at stealth. Bris may not have come looking to throw her life away, but she'd most certainly come looking for a fight or some sort of revenge. So when a large figure moved toward her in the distance, the Stormbringer wasn't surprised. At least she wasn't surprised until she registered that the form was far too large to be a simple luperci.
The white girl's eyes widened as the form came barreling straight for her. She'd seen a real horse only once before, and that was from a good distance away while passing near the lands of Aniwaya. The creatures fascinated her, but that awe was overshadowed by a sharp fear as the huge animal and its rider were now bearing down on the young girl. Her jaw clenched tight as she stood her ground, trying to stop her legs from shaking as she refused to let the fear take hold and fling her from the horse's path. Luckily for her, the rider had no intention of mowing her down, at least not yet anyway.
As the coyote and his mount pulled to an abrupt stop just in front of Bris, her eyes lingered on the horse's form rather than the stoic face of the clansman. It was a beautiful animal, an incredibly powerful form wrapped in a package of grace and spots. A thought echoed in the back of Bris' mind that at some point she desired very much to learn more about the large beasts. But now was not that time. The Infernian's no-nonsense voice grabbed Bris back to the present, and her mismatched eyes turned hard as ice as she returned his stare. "Where is the bastard who killed Kol? We were on a peaceful mission, in neutral territory, and he KILLED HER. WHERE IS HE?" Her voice seethed with a quiet anger; Bris refused to let it spiral out of control. It hadn't even dawned on her that the mounted figure who stood between the girl and her revenge probably had no idea what she was talking about. Hell, she didn't even know the murderer's name, only his ragged description. Logic wasn't exactly one of the yearling's strong points in her current state. If it were, the young Dahlian would realize that the coyote in front of her was the only thing standing between her and a senseless death at Hybrid's fangs.
If everyone loved and nobody lied.
Table by Gina!
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