Spider, who could not have known that her able body and willingness to serve held such little meaning to the savage yearlings, was instead confronted with a reality far more dire than just a pair of roguish roughhousers. They were deranged— with egos as sensitive as a mouse trap. She was glad for having not come into his long, razor-faced reach.
The wretch abandoned her post in a swift, dark blur, and now lurked in a position that would force the hellion to constantly adjust himself if he wanted to keep her in his sights, meanwhile making sure that his large body became an obstacle for the other male, should he feel the need to add his fangs to the count. Emotionless and brutish she could take; a spar, she could handle, but such senseless, ham-fisted violence, and the fact that he would seek to injure her, when all she had to depend on was her own limbs, was... well, in short it pissed her off.
"I'm too fast for either of you," she boasted, flashing them a salacious smirk. Seawolves. Always thinking themselves better, more adept. But Michael Phelps wasn't about to beat Usain Bolt in a footrace, and Spider was positive she could outrun (and by extension, outsmart) these wanna-be tyrants. Wolves who had seen true war didn't act like this; and they didn't have to respect her life, but she had given them no real reason to threaten it either. "Back off now, and no one'll get neutered today," she teased them further, her voice airy and dripping with mephitic playfulness; her tail lashing as she prepared to be lunged at once more.
The spindly little wench had failed.
In the moments that it took for her to scurry back to where she belonged, Ford had already lost any interest he had once had in her. The glint of light against his mismatched gaze held her own features with a disinterested expression on his face. The spike of Velen's coat was not missed; he knew that his brother was capable of wicked things when provoked. He carried the blood of the Cairn in his rugged limbs, and he was adept in more than just the swell of the ocean.
Once the female had placed distance between them, her tone changed. It seemed that she was no longer interested in offering them her skills and traits, but a quick lash of her tongue. Ford would have laughed if she wasn't quite as pathetic as she had made herself out to be. It would have added insult to further insult. The titan curled his dark lips downward in a disappointed frown.
The ragged little bitch suggested that they were close to being neutered. The warhound fixed her with a clenched jaw and canted his head. She moved as though she was attempting to make it difficult to follow her movements without making a move himself. The snippy little thing was no supernatural beast; she was very much ordinary in her capabilities. Ford was not phased.
“If you are seen in the forest again, a hunting party will be sent to collect your skull,” the warhound drawled to her in a tone that suggested he was entirely unimpressed with her display. To Velen, the titan clenched his jaw and released a huff of a breath. Childish games had no place in his world.
post to wrap this as spider has gone inactive <3
perhaps taking the promise of his brother for what it was, the little blight skittered into the darkness and was gone. velen looked after her for a time, then back to ford; he gathered himself for their invariable return to the sea. and yet he was perturbed that the spidery thing remained here in this sacred place, the graveyard of magicks only his mother had ever known.
The dark little scuttling creature had no place in their mother's forest. Ford protected his family first, and that included their legacy. The ashen field of withered trees and sad, dark images was still a part of who they were, and he would not allow for someone of that nature to prowl among the depression. It seemed that the dark thing thought the same, for she turned just as quickly as she had come and fled into the shadows. Ford watched as his brother moved to ensure that she had truly vanished from the Sentinels. Once he had returned back, the two made their way toward the shore and the sound of crashing waves.