Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

Eira has just gotten her skirt on, a sheer white silky piece that unfortunately in her opinion had slits up both sides to her mid thigh, exposing her pale but unblemished toned legs. It at least hid what it had to, and she was working on getting the top on when the door burst open and she jumped, flinching and whipping around to face the intruder before realizing her breasts were exposed and hiding them with her arms, quickly turning away. You! Hes not here! Get out! She snapped before he even spoke, her cheeks aflame. But he ignored that. His words made her skin crawl, that he both knew Sigurd was out and that she was alone, and his intentions for bursting in was for her, not to torment his brother. Stop, she cried, his words making her stomach churn, stop looking at me like that! I was changing you buffoon. Get out! He was speaking of deflowering her. And impregnating her. She backed up till she hit the wall, covering her chest with the top piece she had yet to pull on, trying to hide her body from him. The look he was giving her made every hair on her stand on end. And he was strutting towards her, haste in his steps. He wanted to steal her from Sigurd. Not that Sigurd had claimed her yes, and it was clear his brother knew that. Wolves mated for life. Once a wolf chose their mate, the only way for them to be anothers was if their mate perished. Typically males didnt fight over mated females, unless they were desperate. It was also uncommon for a male to have more than one mate, seemingly rare, but it seemed Sigurds brother was one of those exceptions, his appetite surpassing his instincts to love a single woman. Eira never wanted to be taken by a man who saw her as property though. Her father called her a romantic, her mother called it hopeless day dreams. Eira wanted to be courted, to find a man who worked his way into her heart before working his way between her thighs. Sigurds brother was not her idea of either romantic or courting. He downright disturbed her with that wicked smile, openly admitting his willingness to steal from his brother. He had already stolen one woman from Sigurds life. Now he planned to again, whether Eira had interests in Sigurd or not. But the little redhead was not to be bullied any longer. She straightened her back and stared him down, mustering every nerve she had within, reminding herself that she had survived yesterday. She had killed. She wasnt about to let him touch her. I said get out, she repeated, pointing at the door. When he didnt move, and his pants continued to tent she stepped forward and leaned up on her toes, the slapped him hard across the face. Just to shock that smug smirk off it. How dare you come in and demand I kneel, She snarled, putting on her most confident face she could, while her insides knotted in fear, I am the daughter of the great Inkeri. The shaman of the woods. A witch who saved your life with her magic. Dont make me undo it. She couldnt. Eira didnt have the power in her...yet. But she could summon a ball of light to her hand and she did so now, faking that it was the spell to undo his healing and replace the deadly near fatal wounds he had had that fateful day when her mother saved him. It was a fib, but one that would save her dignity. I am not a broodmare to be bent over and impregnated at your whim, She snapped, I am a wolf as much as you are and I deserve the respect as such. You will leave this home, apologize to your brother, and never speak of seeing me nude. You will go home and love the wolf you stole from Sigurd, and treat her like the mate of yours she is. Or you will feel death clawing out your chest again. Do you understand me?! She had never been this brazen. This bold. But it felt good. To have the power, the control. She might be lying about her gifts, but he did not need to know that. All he saw was Inkeris daughter, furious and ready to feed him back to death. She was small and cute, but she wasnt to be messed with. At least that was what she hoped he saw. Within she was a anxious mess, having never been this courageous. She just wanted him to leave before Sigurd returned. Why she didnt want him to know his brother had seen her half nude, well she couldnt admit that to herself yet, but she knew this would cause untold chaos within the family if Sigurd caught his brother in his house, looming over the little wolf.