Thread: Girl in the Fire, Boy in the Storm (Absinth and Enigma)

Well, that comment stung. He knew she was trying to hurt him, and that shot about his wife Escaping him through death was meant to be that and nothing more, but he wasn't pleased. He'd loved Kimiko dearly, and had gone insane when she had died. Very, very literally insane. The only thing that had brought him back to himself was the decidedly... grisly demise of the man who had ordered her death. Well, I mean, you can, but you'd better be willing to pay a very high price to bring them back He stated cryptically, though he was almost certain she hadn't heard him as he watched her transform. His tone was neutral, betraying no emotions as he said it. Either he had tried to do this and failed, or, he was simply trying not to show this whelp that her comment had actually had an affect on him. His expression changed to a look of mild amusement as she transformed before him, rather impressed at her size and just the general look of ferocity she had in this form. Once upon a time, years ago, he might have felt fear at seeing her like this. A certain event in his past had made him less than fearful of massive creatures like these, especially of the canine persuasion. Teeth and claws could do damage, certainly, but what if you just simply couldn't hit your target? To Daniel's credit, and incredible foolishness, he didn't so much as move as she charged past him, gaze following as far as it could as she flew past. He rolled his eyes as he hollered Danielle, how the fuck'd you miss a wolf that wasn't one of theirs?. He didn't sound particularly upset or angry at this, just irritated by the fact that his sister hadn't been doing her supposed job. This was her ridiculous idea one way or the other. Danielle, who had somehow made her way over to the refreshments table to pour a glass of wine, simply replied I don't have your nose, mister I-might-as-well-be-a-dog. Besides, I was trying no to be racist and how the fuck you gonna ask someone what pack they're from without being offensive? Oh you all look human to me. Is that what I'm supposed to say or what? I told you to get your pet project out here to help us out. She's more into this metaphysical stuff than I am. You're a Witch! That's your job! The brother state, throwing up his hands in exasperation before he turned around and made his way over to the two wolves. Well Avali is a sorcerer, and she's way better at this shit than I am. How the fuck do you determine the spiritual connection between a person and their pack with fucking fire, or chaos, or darkness?! She snapped in return as she went to the young man that Daniel's bride to be had just dominated, kneeling beside him to check for injuries, just in case the woman had been over zealous. Before she had a chance to put her jaws around his neck, Daniel grabbed a handful of headfur and hauled the creature out from underneath her, using only one arm and displaying quite a bit of strength as he threw the male into the air. Well sorcerer or not, that just means you need to expand your horizons, sister dearest The male continued the argument as the werewolf soared overhead, then landed with an almost sickening thud. Luckily for it, Daniel hadn't thrown him too high, and had let him land on his shoulders instead of, say, his head. By the way, Kiera, I'm rather impressed that you managed to get through that. I'm also confused as to how this basic bitch managed it but I have a feeling that he might be holding some kind of charm that could negate auras, or he's tougher than he led us to believe The yellowed eyed man spoke to her, then turned on his heel to stomp over to the dazed wolf. Do you know how long it takes a person to prune a bush properly? Especially a rose bush? I mean, I don't mind taking the time but I do mind when some shithead tries to attack me and wrecks my hard work in the process! If you're going to assassinate me, at least leave my damn garden out of it! He snapped as he calmly approached, hands in his pockets. He shook his head and growled Now, you're going to shift back to your human form and you're going to explain why you ruined my god damned garden or I am going to go get a silver blade and practice my wittling on your fucking leg bones. Danielle suddenly appeared at his side, handing him a silver butter knife while she sipped from her glass. He took the knife from her, ignoring her as she once again went to help the wolf that Kiera had dominated, and proceeded to crouch down beside the stranger who had attacked him. So, here are your choices dearie He spoke, doing a rather fair impression of Rumpelstiltskin You tell me whose pack you are from, whom you were hired by or ordered to do this by, and the you tell me where I can find them. In exchange for aaaallll of that information, you get to keep your leg bones and you get to leave entirely unharmed. If you decided to refuse, then I will cut open your legs and carve your bones for you, while they're still attached to your body. Do you know how much it hurts to have a piece of metal driven into a bone? How about how much it hurts to have that piece of metal twisted over and over again inside of your leg?