[M] the sands of time

Skye Collins · 09-17-2012, 03:51 PM

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The pups' cries grew louder as the man's voice raised - although they could not hear very well, they could hear some, and they could certainly hear the man yelling angrily at their mother. Their wails grew in volume until it was almost impossible to ignore by the time the brutish man was done insulting Skye.

Skye snarled at the man, holding her pups away from him as if he were some sort of horrendous beast ready to strike. So much had happened since she had seen Jazper last. So many horrible things had happened, so many tragedies had struck her pack, and this worm decides that he should scold her like some insolent pup?

Skye never had a long temper. When someone disrespected her, or taunted her, her temper lit up like a bonfire in the forest. Unafraid of the man, fueled by the pain and anger and grief that struck Cercatori d'Arte like a wave, she took steps forward until she was face-to-face with the brute, looking up into his eyes with pure hatred that would not have been there had she and her pack not been through hell in these past months.

"How dare you," she snarled, the voice strangely - and dangerously - quiet at first, but rising in volume, "approach my pack, in the wake of grief and tragedy, to insult me like some petty child?" Her fur was bristling now, and she knew that she was, perhaps, overreacting, but the pain and rage that took hold of her now were fueled by d'Arte's great pain. She held up her knife now, ready to attack him if he tried to enter her territory or harm her children, who were visibly upset now and wailing.

"Worm!" she roared. "Leave now, if your only intentions are to chastise leaders and upset small children!" Her ire rippled like the ocean inside of her, knowing that she was spending too much time on this insect of a man, but not caring. Her pups wailed even louder now, fear now tinging their voices.

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