Malakai kept his gaze firmly fixed upon the two-toned female, watching closely as she emerged from the river, quickly looking over her to assess just how injured she was, just how bad her wounds were now that her fur was a little cleaner. She was still bleeding, it was clear - he could see the small patches of crimson reappear on her wet white pelt. He also heard her laugh, heard her words, the fact that he dismissed him so easily. It was that attitude that had first attracted him to her when he had first arrived at Anathema, one that was so similar to his, the constant need to challange others and he was sure it was one of the things that had attracted Axelle to him. They were well matched that way. And now, as he looked at her, saw the bravado in her eyes, he felt his own flare and he was brought back to the first real fight they had had on the banks of another river... Verbal barbs had been tossed back and forth and the air had been charged until physical attacks were unleashed upon each other.
It was only then that he truly understood. The rage, the torment of what they had lost was affecting her in the same way as it was affecting him and this was their way of release. He looked into her eyes and saw that she needed the challange, needed to be confronted with that fury so that her own could be uncaged. It was what they both needed. Something inside of him clicked into place, something within him knew that this was therapy for both of them.
As she challanged him, dared him to follow through on his idle threat, Kai let out a heavy snort and at the same time, his body began shifting. He had been in his Optime form for longer than usual, needing the dexterity to carry Axelle, to ride her stupid horse, to try to help. But now, as his Secui form took shape and he moved from the waters edge, facing her now, he bared his fangs. They were his best weapons. His eyes burned into hers as his head bowed just a little, his hackles raising. It had been no idle threat on his part. Kai was ready to take her down, for her own good, to take her back to a medic.
Snarling to her darkly, his blood felt on fire as it roared through his veins as he faced her down. He had already cried for his lost pups, now the anger he felt for their loss started to take its hold. She had gone to Tyko, had insisted he stay on the pack lands. If she hadn't have been so stubborn, if she would have just let him go, he could have stopped Tyko, could have saved their offspring but instead he had had to watch as chunks of them had left their mother. She hadn't listened to him then. She would listen to him now, though. He would get his way this time.
Taking a slow step towards Axelle, Malakai issued a low, dangerous snarl to her. He loved her, yes, but it wouldn't stop him from taking her down this time. His breaths had picked up just a fraction as he prepared for the fight. "Fine. Don't say you weren't given fair warning, Princess." He knew she hated that name, especially when it was said with a hint of venom and knew it would wind her up. Suddenly, Kai made his move and charged for Axelle with all the strength he had in him, feeling all the fury, all the anguish, all the pain at losing his pups roar through him and as he ran at her, he felt the blame of what had happened aimed right at her.
Table and Siggy by Sammiie; Photo by Diana Pinto@flickr
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