Stone Circle he is without a heart

aa tysm;-;

'ask him'

jarred from the dizzying catch of such vehement indigo, a miracle in itself that she does not stagger after having such nefarious intensity pinpointed right upon her very soul. no chance for as much as a second's reprieve however as a frown of brief bewilderment is spared for the rook's scarred sentry before her own features contort into a rough edged snarl, that coldly humorous lilt stroking the potency of that all consuming rage. but-- smoldering look takes a skip back; the horrified face of west spreading tendrils of domineering ice across the hiss of those flames. suddenly, she wants to shiver.

it dawns on her, sluggishly, as if struggling to pierce a rose tinted mist twisting hungrily around her mind. their insatiable fury, the slain woman, west's own bitter resentment that day she'd infiltrated their home....oh west tyree, no. these wolves hadn't killed their own, this was not just them coming to play...this was revenge. 

they were in some serious danger. 

teeth grit at his outburst- he has no right to tell her to leave. he's brought this here, now wasn't the time to play hero and sacrifice himself. there was consequences for this shit, and he'd have to realise that such a thing would involve all of them.

she twisted back to face the fiend's west had unwittingly summoned, frostbound glare steeled in its resolve. they wouldn't see her doubt her packmate, she'd snap those treacherous tendrils before they could plant bitter seeds in their enemies minds. hell, did they even care for the body crumpled before them? she struggled to believe so, glaring bitterly at the ungraceful heap at her feet. to them, this was just another reason to spin more destruction whilst using the song of revenge to attack them mentally as well. 

bastards. and they were joined by another slinking predator too, leaving them outnumbered until help came. 

"and so are you wishing for us to give you him, or is this just another excuse to play your games?" she can't keep them talking for long, the heavy weight of their hysteria is enough to know that. but precious seconds could make a difference in odds.

and despite the threat of death dangling tauntingly in front of her face, she is oddly calm, a fact that is somehow terrifying in itself. 

because she was not ready to die.