 Elip speaks, and Celina castes about, focused more on finding him than what he is saying. What sort of fool exposes themselves by talking, the dark-haired woman thinks with a scoff.
He accuses her of being a coward, of being unable to make a decision that their father doesn’t approve of, and it startles a laugh out of her.
“Why would I want to?” She asks, taunted into a reply despite herself. “He’s been right about everything else: about you and mom abandoning us, about no one being able to understand him, about -” she’s cut off by the appearance of their father breaking through the trees and launching himself top Elio.
Though she cannot see where her sibling is, she doesn’t need to with the way Wolfbane clings to his neck. Elio is below that, even if her eyes tell her there is only empty air. Celina lunges at Wolfbane’s command, her jaws open impossibly wide as he lunges at Elio.
When they clamp shut, she can feel that she’s gotten some bit of him between her teeth (she knows how his blood tastes now, and it is not a thing she will forget). Exactly what it is she is not certain, but she shakes her head back and forth as quickly as she can to rip it way from the rest of his body. Perhaps it is his wing or mane or even just a bit of flesh from his neck or shoulder. It doesn’t matter, so long as he bleeds.
@[Wolfbane] @[elio]
celina
i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type
make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type
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