11-17-2013, 09:31 AM
The scent of growing threat heightened Silas' alarm. His vision sharpened in response and honed in on both men even as he retreated an additional step. His gaze cut sharply to Spectra, urging the female away from the dogfight sure to break at any moment. A delicate creature as she was certain to be ripped to shreds as teeth gnashed over her.
The seconds grew painfully slow, and Silas' control stretched in the scents of cold animosity and careful consideration. The man in him separated the knowledge of instinct from the obvious: both men's expressions were blank as snow, yet they they were poised to strike as any pair circling one another in the darkness.
His fists clenched at his sides, blood boiling with the need to fight. Golden eyes swarmed to three warm throats, salivating over the lines of soft flesh. A small snarl betrayed his imagination as his mouth was pulled high along the spikes of rabid teeth. Finally, the penthouse itself dissolved into the rocky, pitiful desert of the Ethiopian highlands.
'Attack!' he barked mentally. Rip! Shred! Blood! Die! - but nothing. The scent of fight washed away as cleanly as flood waters pouring across the flatlands.
Newcomer was leaving with the bitch. Fine. Silas only used her to torment Yuri. But his competition rallied, suddenly spiking a scent of determination. The fight was not yet done. Silas' snarl grew wider.
Tight with anticipation, his head snapped in the direction of the forthcoming wind seconds before it actually disturbed the air.
He stepped center hall to greet it.
Feet planted, the gust howled across his winds, whipped his fur flat to his spine, and carried the scents of far off countryside that churned his grip on humanity far afield.
His eyes stung at the force of it, yet on they welcomed the pain. His body twitched to leap and run, but captured by two walls, instead he only laughed.
And laugh he continued until the wind died. Then the shot the two men a gleeful look, and responded to Yuri's proclamation about Spectra's safety.
"Don't be too sure of that," his lips pulled back into a smile. If a wolf could smile.
He slapped his clothing back to place and began to leave, but not two steps forward and the way was blocked by some rich pup and a woman cold and mysterious as a beam of moonlight.
Fuck Spectra Lin. This bitch was the one he wanted.
The seconds grew painfully slow, and Silas' control stretched in the scents of cold animosity and careful consideration. The man in him separated the knowledge of instinct from the obvious: both men's expressions were blank as snow, yet they they were poised to strike as any pair circling one another in the darkness.
His fists clenched at his sides, blood boiling with the need to fight. Golden eyes swarmed to three warm throats, salivating over the lines of soft flesh. A small snarl betrayed his imagination as his mouth was pulled high along the spikes of rabid teeth. Finally, the penthouse itself dissolved into the rocky, pitiful desert of the Ethiopian highlands.
'Attack!' he barked mentally. Rip! Shred! Blood! Die! - but nothing. The scent of fight washed away as cleanly as flood waters pouring across the flatlands.
Newcomer was leaving with the bitch. Fine. Silas only used her to torment Yuri. But his competition rallied, suddenly spiking a scent of determination. The fight was not yet done. Silas' snarl grew wider.
Tight with anticipation, his head snapped in the direction of the forthcoming wind seconds before it actually disturbed the air.
He stepped center hall to greet it.
Feet planted, the gust howled across his winds, whipped his fur flat to his spine, and carried the scents of far off countryside that churned his grip on humanity far afield.
His eyes stung at the force of it, yet on they welcomed the pain. His body twitched to leap and run, but captured by two walls, instead he only laughed.
And laugh he continued until the wind died. Then the shot the two men a gleeful look, and responded to Yuri's proclamation about Spectra's safety.
"Don't be too sure of that," his lips pulled back into a smile. If a wolf could smile.
He slapped his clothing back to place and began to leave, but not two steps forward and the way was blocked by some rich pup and a woman cold and mysterious as a beam of moonlight.
Fuck Spectra Lin. This bitch was the one he wanted.