04-02-2009, 03:13 PM
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OOC: Uh oh...*noms on!*[/html]
Drey was absolutely furious. He'd come by the house that Kol and Lexey shared to see if he could help at all in the search for Conor, and instead he was met with the broken and healing form of his sister in her bedroom. He was angry at Kol for rushing into a fight the way she had, and furthermore he was angry at Lexey for being that far beyond Dahlian borders without asking him to go along. In the weeks since the male had decided to stay in the packlands the two girls shared, nearly everytime Lexey had wanted to get out of the territory she'd asked the male to go with her. And this, this, was precisely why he preferred it that way. Kol was a better fighter than Alexey, and she was nearly killed because of the lack of sense she had in wandering around by herself. If it had been the Koios girl that had been attacked by herself, Alexey would probably be dead.
As if the sheer senselessness of the two women hadn't been enough to rile his anger, there was an unfamiliar male scent permeating the air of his sister's room. It was fresh and strong; the owner of said odor had probably been in the room the night prior. Infuriatingly, Kol kept her mouth shut when her brother threw an inquisition at her, and he'd wound up throwing one of her empty glass vases at the wall in disgust. His younger sister knew every little button she could push on her brother, and it enraged him to no end.
Too angry to continue any sort of civil conversation with his healing sister, Drey had stormed out of her room, breaking the handle of her door in his careless rampage as he'd slammed it shut. His attention was now focused on the other woman who mattered to him, and the very poignant fact that she still hadn't come back to the house after slipping away from Kol's anger the night before. Kol had assured him that the honey-eyed female wasn't nearly as hurt as she was (probably because Lexey had had more brains than Kol had on the night of the incident) but it wasn't enough for Drey. Unfortunately, he didn't know the packlands well enough yet to know where the girl's favorite spots would be, so he was stuck with waiting around for her or wandering aimlessly in circles trying to find her. His fists clenched and unclenched tightly, as did his jaw, as he paced back and forth on the wide porch of the pair's house, bristling silently as he waited for some sign of Alexey's return.