The dark brute's demons sure had quieted down, and he had accomplished many things the last few days. Not only was he almost sure the love of his life may like him in return, but he was climbing up the ranks. It was wonderful to be in the higher tier again, for he felt much braver. He didn't see wolves under him lower though, they were a tribe after all, but yet he still felt amazing about his new rank as Epsilon. Watch out brother Noctura, here I come.

Tonight, as the stars were flickering in the sky, he had border duties. Well, no one had asked him to do it, but it was the thing he liked most doing. It seemed walking across the border made him relax and bond more with his new home. But this night, there was something off. A scent, male, and not familiar. Who might this be? Was it a new pack mate he hadn't met yet, like with the Blind Eve? An intruder? Jolon couldn't help himself, and crawled in some bushes, his eyes trying to spot the being that was linked to this smell. He heard breathing, soft, but it wasn't his own. What was going on here?

Not long after, the sweet scent of Ezimette, somehow stronger than normal, cam to him. He raised an eyebrow and almost jumped in the air when she started calling. What in the name of God was going on?!

Thundering paws, a loud crash, shuffling and gasps for air. Jolon heard it all, and it was going so fast. His mind went black, and without thinking, he stormed after the intruder that had made it's way into his home. He couldn't quite make out what the other male was saying, but he was still on top of his girlfriend his best companion.

The brute growled, launching himself at the two. get away, get away, get away! He had to protect her, otherwise he would be useless. She was his, not this stranger's, and he would feel it. He tried to bite the male, as hard as he could, trying to drag him away from Ezimette. GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT! he screamed, his voice muffled with the fur of the stranger.

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[size=medium]It worked. Holy moly, it worked. Perhaps he was stronger than he thought. He even tasted the sweet taste of blood. He had only tasted it on animals, but his own kind he had never had the luxury of tasting. It wasn’t awful, but he preferred the taste of rabbits. The scent of Ezimette was making him crazy, if he wasn’t already. He had never smelled a female in heat before, therefore he didn’t have the slightest idea what this male was talking about. Besides, this wasn’t his place. This was the tribe’s place, and he wasn’t part of it.[/size]

[size=medium]She isn’t anybody’s! He yelled, but still muffled by the stranger’s fur. I am Jolon, great defender of my homeland, and my tribe mates! Why was he calling her Eztra? Who was this? So many questions going through his head, all while holding the stranger in place. Whatever was “claiming her”, he wouldn’t do it. Not as long as Jolon was here to defend his love.[/size]

He was a sadist, that was for sure. The way the stranger screamed was enough to fill him with determination to kill him. He wasn't welcome, he wasn't. He had to go, the hard way or the even harder way. Killing was not in Jolon's nature, but he would do it if it meant keeping Ezi safe. He snorted, the faint sound of a laugh.

Well, if I am able to bring you to stop so easily, what is keeping my whole tribe from killing you?! But the next words hurt him. No, she wasn't his. But at least him and Ezi had a bond. She didn't scream whenever he touched her, but she did with this stranger. How did this fool not see that she didn't want to?! Well, she definetly isn't yours! Didn't you hear her gasp? She doesn't want you, she doesn't! He tried to scream, and hold in a sob. He shook the stranger in his mouth, hopefully increasing his pain. The kicking on his legs was annoying though, and he couldn't hold it anymore. He fell down, and if this stranger wasn't quick enough, he would go down with him.

With the need to complete her daily duties, the girl had left Ezimette alone. Certain tasks demanded her presence, and while keeping her tribe mate away from the males was of great importance, so was patrolling the territory. When she'd finally returned, the other had gone, forcing the chieftess to search for her. Never would she had imagined the other to have gone towards the borders, and so her focus laid primarily on the innermost sections of the lair. Scent alone made it difficult to track her, for the members of the tribe were forever leaving fresh traces of themselves behind, and so she'd need to resort to other methods as well. Before she'd had the chance to locate the other, however, her voice had risen, breaking the silence. The call was meant for Noctura, though, which had ignited within the chieftess an even stronger desire to find Ezimette. She could allow no acts of breeding to transpire between the two of them, both to preserve her wish for the tribe and because she found herself unable to envision the two of them together.

Asterr had changed her direction immediately, her course set for the way from which the woman’s voice had come. What she had expected to see—the pallid woman alone and far from harm's way—was not the same sight she'd been met with. It seemed as if a male of unknown origins had crossed onto their land, surely having been attracted by the scent of a heat. She knew of no connections between the male a female, believing them to be only strangers in passing, and one of those strangers had never been granted access into Ryūjin's territory. It was clear she was not the only one to feel such a way, either, for both Jolon and Noctura had arrived there before her, and seemed to be taking action. While she'd noticed the intent her favoured man possessed, she could not bring herself to convince him to take an alternative route. Against killing she was, but... perhaps the male would need to be properly subdued if a lesson was to be taught. Peaceful was the tribe, but they were not pushovers. The dragoness would not tolerate those who felt themselves above the law of no trespassing any longer.

Rather than engaging in the confrontation, she'd moved to the woman’s side and prodded her with her nose. It was then she'd motioned to be followed, wishing to lead Ezimette a length away from the men. "Keep close to me," the chieftess had commanded, ensuring her own body remained between the separate parties. While she would not leave just yet, she would ensure her word was not gone against. The scuffle would need to be supervised, and medical treatment provided to her tribe mates if necessary, and so her lingering presence there was unavoidable.

An arrogant grin played across his face now. Was the other scared of him, or of the pain he was able to give? Whatever it was, it made him feel alive again. He knew what a claim was, but Ezi wasn't destined to be claimed by an asshole. She was destined to be loved, a thing Jolon was capable of. She isn't for the taking, bud. He replied. A girl like her isn't claimable. So, I would advise you to run. He said, ignoring the question about what she was to him. Talking with an intruder was wasting time, especially when they were as irritating as this male.

Jolon panted, watching how the other dark brute arrived and dashed right toward the intruder. get him, brother, get him. No, Noctura wasn't his brother, but Jolon saw him as one. They were all a happy family here. One ear perked up, and his head followed suit. Ezi, screaming his name. He gave a warm smile and wished he could come to her then and there, but they had to finish off this stupid dude.

Jolon dashed to the brownish male as well. He had to protect her. Let's finish this together, Noc! He screamed, hoping to crash into the intruder.

Chaos.

It was absolute chaos, a result of some outside male being incapable of properly controlling himself. He had not only crossed onto their, but had harmed a tribe member and even attempted something far worse. For that, Asterr could not forgive him, believing him to be deserving of whatever fate was bestowed upon him. Whether it be a swift death, torture, or the offer to leave with his life, she could only hope that never again would he be seen. Though incapable of looking into the future, she could not deny how likely it seemed that the stranger might not escape with his life, for the bloodlust Jolon displayed may very well prohibit such. It was a side of him never before seen by the young chieftess, and she knew not how to feel towards it in that moment. How the tides could change so suddenly, how the prodding of a bear could result in death—these things were brought to mind as she observed him.

From her right peripheral, Ezimette had been spotted. It'd taken but a moment for the younger's head to whip around and face her entirely, eyeing the other female with a clear, unarguable command in her gaze; keep still. The fall was concerning enough, but what stuck out most was the risk of permitting the woman to fight. So much could happen, this she knew, and this she would not allow. As rare as it was, the girl took on a dominate posture, directing the ivory wolf away from the battle before them. It was with that very same posture that she stood there, scrutinizing her tribe mate until it'd become evident enough that her unspoken words had been acknowledged. Thereafter, she'd looked back, wishing to survey the aggressive scene and it's progression, only to find that Noctura had hesitated. Asterr believed it to have been deliberate, for she knew how the man wished to overcome all bellicose impulses. That gesture had served as a reminded to the yearling of what she stood for. Violence was never the answer, as was the code she'd always lived by, no matter how frustrated either party was made to become. If the outsider were to be successful in wrenching himself away from his darkened attacker, then he would be permitted to leave with his life. If not, though... the Draconid knew not what might become of him.

Anger. His only weakness yet one of his biggest strengths had now become the ruler of his body. Jolon, the man who cried real tears of sadness and frustration, had been pushed off the thrown from which he ruled his own. He was no longer in control. Yet somewhere, deep down, he knew it was his anger's birthright to be king now. He would rule for as long as this despicable monster was still in sight, getting ripped to pieces right in front of him. The corner of his lip went up in a mocking way, like a madman with a beautiful woman tied to a bed, stripped of all her humanity. But this was no woman. This was the man who wanted to claim his princess, his fish that he so desperately wanted to catch. 

But his brother hesitated. No, don't let him escape. his mind whispered to him, and only him, for Jolon could no longer control the words rolling off his tongue. Instead of a normal battle cry that would make the earth vibrate, an avalanche rolled down the mountain. NO, BROTHER, PLEASE. He managed, his voice muffled by the intruder's fur, desperately trying to pull it toward him. He will not escape. He was bad, despicable, atrocious, loathsome. He was all of it. He had made his sea, as smooth as if painted, become a well quickly filling with tears. WE HAVE TO FINISH THE JOB, WE HAVE TO, BROTHER. He shouted once more, slowly losing his grip as he screamed into the void.

The battle continued, the outcome seeming bad for the man that had possessed the audacity to target a member of the tribe. Her eyes lingered upon the men, observing their actions and awaiting the conclusion of the vicious actions. When she'd felt the touch of another against her, however, her head tilted in Ezimette's direction. The woman was weeping, perhaps with fear or perhaps with shock (she couldn't determine the exact cause). The yearling's body was still as she stood there, letting the other release all of her tears before a comforting nudge was delivered to her subordinate's cheek. Not a word was spoken, living in the silence of the moment and blocking out the sounds of the men's actions meters away from them.

It didn't last for very long, however, as more shouting was done, drawing the girl's attention away once more. To the battle she had looked, glancing from wolf to wolf as it progressed. Only when Noctura had approached her did she return her gaze to Ezimette, nudging her gently once more. "Come," she'd stated, taking a few steps away. To their guardian she had nodded, silently thanking him for his services. "We will be going. You need not see anymore of this, nor should you still be here once the battle has concluded." It was for her own safety then that the chieftess began to try and lead her away. If successful, she would herd the other female deep into the territory, where she would then be hidden away until her heat had passed. If her attempts failed, however, she would remain there still, acting as a silent observer.