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

Kiera could almost feel the bile rising in her throat. He infuriated her beyond belief. Of course, she was wise enough to know it was this whole situation, as opposed to one man. Though, he wasnt helping any. The burning need behind his eyes only sought to rise a growl from deep within her the she wolf was furious at such a thought. She was supposed to be bound to one of her kind, she was supposed to become the wife of a powerful Alpha. That is how their race bred powerful packs, it was the way of their world. That wasnt to say Kiera had really wanted a mate, but for her kind shed accepted it. This? This was a joke. It would be foolish to assume whatever he was could merge with a Werewolf, it was impossible. In an instant he was before her, one of her wrists snapped up in his strong grasp and held above her much to her dismay. The women paused, looking on in surprise. Very rarely did anyone approach Kiera, let alone man handle her. As he spoke, her rage was paused for a moment. Yet, she couldnt bring herself to sympathise with him. At least she escaped you. Her tone was cold, her gaze only displayed the burning rage within her there was no hint of desire at least, not yet. His taunting purr only spurred her to want to throw him off of her, it was insulting to say the least. It crossed my mind. Then I considered why someone in your position would invite a pack of wolves to your house considering the circumstances. It was a foolish choice. Her tone was full of malice. Even if he was as powerful as one of the old gods, she would take him on in a heart beat. Kiera didnt feel fear, not true fear. The woman didnt shy from death, shed been surrounded by it. Her true fears were so much more simple, yet shed kept them hidden. Thankfully. Upon his grip tightening she unleashed a slow, gut wrenching growl displaying a sharp pair of canines as she glared toward him. The moment he spoke once more the pressure in the room began to shift again it felt as if every pore on her skin was alive, she could feel the force in the room summoned toward her. Kiera simply steadied her breath, taking slow, deep breaths in order to keep her body from reacting. Spoiled? She snapped, her gaze unrelenting. I am proud of what I am. It is because of every ounce of self control that I am not going for your throat right now. Her breath was ragged, mainly from his power. She couldnt deny the adrenaline was already soaring through her. Oh how she wanted to rip him apart. I couldnt agree more. Why would you even bother helping us now? Confusion rippled from her gaze to seep over her features. You cant bring the dead back. Your help is of no use. Her tone was slightly tender, more so than it had been before. A memory flashed in her mind. Her mother. She had been a free spirit like Kiera. One night they went for a run together, disobeying her fathers orders. It was like a scene in a movie in her mind she saw the very moment a ferocious beast collided into her mother, slamming her down onto the ground with unmatched brawn before it tore out her throat. The blood spattered over the ground, and over Kiera. That night shed run as fast as she could carry herself. Ever since that night shed promised herself shed never be afraid. Not because she could have saved her mother it was clear nobody could have. Kiera wanted to prove that she could protect herself above all, nobody would have to see her die the way her mother had died. Fuck this up, you say? A slow, soft chuckle rumbled from within her. From where she was, that sounded like a challenge. How else could she force it to end? Finally, she allowed the beast within her to take over. It was never as easy as it seemed. The fury and rage would consume every inch of flesh. Slowly, her bones began to break, an earth shattering howl began to emerge from deep within as she fell to her knees the power that radiated around her was struggling due to the power that already filled this room. As she struggled against the confining magic fur began to sprout from her skin her nails began to grow, blood bursting from the torn flesh to allow their exit. It was no beautiful thing. There were no flowers, no simple change that happen in a second. It was painful, and it was horrific. Every inch of skin stretched to its limits as her body moulded into a new form, her bones slowly healing as her muscles began to bond once more. Tatters of her clothing lay by her large, threatening paws. The beast rose, her coat appeared a dark brown, that was until light hit it. The red tint emerged as light trickled upon her form. Kiera was no average sized wolf. Considering her heritage she was built as an Alpha. She was larger, her muzzle large and more than capable of snapping bones. Not to mention the vicious fangs that were fused into her jaw. If there was ever a real version of the wolf from red riding hood, she would be it. Her pack looked on in disbelief. This act of violence would no doubt be met with an equal act. For them, they believed she was about to ruin their chances of survival. One male had begun his shift the moment she had. He was smaller and had a slightly coal looking coat. It wasnt long before he raced toward her, jaws open and ready to snap. Kiera simply hunched down, her large form fluid as she rolled her shoulders, preparing for a collision. Her father stood in the corner, arms folded, his gaze disapproving as it usually was. He made no move to interfere. Sooner or later, Kiera had to learn. As the younger male raced toward her, Kiera dashed to the side, her claws sinking into the dirt before launching herself with tremendous vigour toward her target. The heir tackled her target with ease, her large jaws clamping around his throat until she pulled his body down against the cold bricks. She wanted him to know that she was the Alpha. He was to bow in submission to her. The moment he let out a yelp she released him, her gaze snapping toward Daniel. Her amber gaze locked onto him, her heckles already rising at the thought of ripping into him. He wanted her to fuck this up? Oh shed gladly abide. The vixen didnt hesitate, her claws raking against the stone as she broke into a sprint toward him. Despite the pressure forcing her back, she pushed through. Her fur displayed the power around her, it wasnt touched by the force. Slowly, her lips pulled back to reveal a mouthful of vicious, hungry fangs as she neared him. There hadnt been one person on this earth that brought such a vicious side of her out. Sure, she was prone to anger, but this was something deeper. It was connected to her very being, her core. Finally, breaking through the pressure the female hurled toward him. As she moved through the distance between them she noticed something move behind him. Fuck. If anyone was going to harm him, it was going to be her. Instead of her attack focusing on him, she merely collided into his side her thick flank brushed against him lightly as she tore off toward the figure moving behind one of the well trimmed hedges. In seconds she was able to catch up to them, tackling them with enough force to break bones as she slammed them down into the ground and pinning them under her weight. As she lowered her muzzle she noticed it was a wolf. But it wasnt one of hers.