12-11-2016, 10:18 AM
Ruan
He saw it in the burning of her eyes, her resolve to stay. She would not be leaving. His brows pulled together, staring hard at his firechild. She stepped forward, and he loosened his spear of ice, made it weak and brittle just before she shattered it with a stomp of her hoof. It broke easily. It wouldn't have done so a moment before. He'd had no choice, he didnt truly want to hurt her. Deep in his feral mind, he knew he loved her, cared that she would always be safe.
And now he was her danger.
She moved forward with purpose, her teeth bared. He glared hard, lips peeling to reveal his own set of teeth. Fire licked her skin, danced along her coat. A low growl rumbled, a distant thunder, warning her off. Don't do this. Her eyes didn't leave his, and his ears pinned back in threat. He was her Alpha. Her gaze should never challenge his, and yet here they were. Stare for stare. Defiant little thing.
A formation of ice slowly came together silently behind her. All her attention was on him. His growl intensified the closer she got, but still she came. Blue eyes flashed, knowing her intent. They were not in their home, in his territory, and she was challenging him. Questioning his authority. Did she think he was no longer worthy to lead her? Was he no longer worthy of their family, their land? His heart clenched painfully, knowing the truth of it. He was not worthy. He never had been.
But he was still Dominant.
And he would not submit.
Silence. The low ice wall behind her swept forward in an instant, melted around her hind legs and reformed. It hardened, packed tight, thick and solid as the oldest icebergs, chaining her where she stood. Her fire would only have minor effects on it; it would take years to burn her way out. He knew this, because he was the Winter Wolf. The Ice King. This was his element, his inner soul.
She would have to throw her fire, he knew. Learn to wield it apart from her, distant from her heated coat. He melted the plates at his side. They were meant to numb the pain where his wings had been, still fresh and bloody. He hissed as the crimson fluid ran down his pale, white ribs, flowing with the water from his armor, holding his gaze locked with hers. It all still hurt. The outward pain, the inward pain. He would confront Reagan. Ask what the hell she'd done to cause the demon to attack him, violently remove his appendages.
But first, a lesson for a defiant child.
Sides bare of armor, running with blood, he stared hard into her eyes. Challenging back. He would not face her with protection. He would come as naked as she. She thought she could make him submit? Then try it.
Here I am. Take your shot.
And now he was her danger.
She moved forward with purpose, her teeth bared. He glared hard, lips peeling to reveal his own set of teeth. Fire licked her skin, danced along her coat. A low growl rumbled, a distant thunder, warning her off. Don't do this. Her eyes didn't leave his, and his ears pinned back in threat. He was her Alpha. Her gaze should never challenge his, and yet here they were. Stare for stare. Defiant little thing.
A formation of ice slowly came together silently behind her. All her attention was on him. His growl intensified the closer she got, but still she came. Blue eyes flashed, knowing her intent. They were not in their home, in his territory, and she was challenging him. Questioning his authority. Did she think he was no longer worthy to lead her? Was he no longer worthy of their family, their land? His heart clenched painfully, knowing the truth of it. He was not worthy. He never had been.
But he was still Dominant.
And he would not submit.
Silence. The low ice wall behind her swept forward in an instant, melted around her hind legs and reformed. It hardened, packed tight, thick and solid as the oldest icebergs, chaining her where she stood. Her fire would only have minor effects on it; it would take years to burn her way out. He knew this, because he was the Winter Wolf. The Ice King. This was his element, his inner soul.
She would have to throw her fire, he knew. Learn to wield it apart from her, distant from her heated coat. He melted the plates at his side. They were meant to numb the pain where his wings had been, still fresh and bloody. He hissed as the crimson fluid ran down his pale, white ribs, flowing with the water from his armor, holding his gaze locked with hers. It all still hurt. The outward pain, the inward pain. He would confront Reagan. Ask what the hell she'd done to cause the demon to attack him, violently remove his appendages.
But first, a lesson for a defiant child.
Sides bare of armor, running with blood, he stared hard into her eyes. Challenging back. He would not face her with protection. He would come as naked as she. She thought she could make him submit? Then try it.
Here I am. Take your shot.
