Touch her again and die, he snarled roughly, the ruthless intent behind his words hardening them to steel. He was a weapon forged by a magician for just this purpose, guarding what was most dear to him. Killing any that got in his way, without hesitation. He'd die before anyone took Cerva's Happiness from him -and it seemed to take a great deal for him to fall.
She was his everything.
Black eyes pierced the boy like sharpened obsidian, a lethal warning. He didn't often give warnings, and knew he only did so now for Atrani's sake. Otherwise the bastard would be entrails and brittle bone fragments beneath his feet, and he'd be a mile away without a touch of remorse. Without even a second thought as he moved on. Taking lives never bothered him. Not in the least. And he would be no different.
His teeth bared silently as he came to stand before her, pressing his one clean hind-leg firmly to her shoulder. He was there with her, solid and sure, and hers. The rest of him was coated in blood -some his, most wasn't- and plates of sturdy bone armor slowly erupting from within him. His sunken form said weak and yet he had more power in his frail-looking body than he'd ever had before, built and trained into him under his master's ruthless hand. An unnecessary deceit of appearance, because he never needed the element of surprise.
His heart burned brightly, a barely-contained wrath in his eyes as he locked on to the male and dipped his head fluidly and gently to his Heart. Warm breaths sank into her perfect little crest of a mane, and black velvet swept over her brow, and hollow eyes, and beautiful cheek. Rage built at the foreign scent lingering on her, but his stance remained loose and gentle. His little Cerva, his heart. His Atrani.
Come, baby, he crooned softly to her, We go home now. He placed a light kiss on her little forehead and tucked her to his side where he would remain an impenetrable wall between them, eyes burning with threat. Don't even think about following.
She was his everything.
Black eyes pierced the boy like sharpened obsidian, a lethal warning. He didn't often give warnings, and knew he only did so now for Atrani's sake. Otherwise the bastard would be entrails and brittle bone fragments beneath his feet, and he'd be a mile away without a touch of remorse. Without even a second thought as he moved on. Taking lives never bothered him. Not in the least. And he would be no different.
His teeth bared silently as he came to stand before her, pressing his one clean hind-leg firmly to her shoulder. He was there with her, solid and sure, and hers. The rest of him was coated in blood -some his, most wasn't- and plates of sturdy bone armor slowly erupting from within him. His sunken form said weak and yet he had more power in his frail-looking body than he'd ever had before, built and trained into him under his master's ruthless hand. An unnecessary deceit of appearance, because he never needed the element of surprise.
His heart burned brightly, a barely-contained wrath in his eyes as he locked on to the male and dipped his head fluidly and gently to his Heart. Warm breaths sank into her perfect little crest of a mane, and black velvet swept over her brow, and hollow eyes, and beautiful cheek. Rage built at the foreign scent lingering on her, but his stance remained loose and gentle. His little Cerva, his heart. His Atrani.
Come, baby, he crooned softly to her, We go home now. He placed a light kiss on her little forehead and tucked her to his side where he would remain an impenetrable wall between them, eyes burning with threat. Don't even think about following.
