Stone Circle he is without a heart

okay for clarity, i assumed west was successful in getting between polaris & astara at least in the seconds before greyback arrived but that merrick made his hit. i also tried to remain vague as to whether or not he released polaris after gb and valette's arrival- let me know if anyone wants anything changed<3

there is something so uncannily surreal about this dawning terror, a kind of fear that can only be inspired by dealing with creatures so vastly different from yourself. faced with butcher's that did not comprehend reason, and how her mind continued its fruitless whinnying as to how or why their minds allowed- no, supported such an existence. what did they feel when chewing up the lives of innocent beings, what on EARTH could they be thinking?? these questions, she realised, would be taken to her grave. it was so hopelessly infuriating, the stark truth that these situations would continue to play out again and again as long at the world wished to spawn further puppets to satisfy its sickening greed for callous entertainment. 

god it pissed her off. 

a narrow of that scintillating look, jaw setting the moment that ink stained paw slapped the earth; so that's how it's going to be. ears slink back as muscles bunch, the thunder of her heart a bittersweet symphony, it's preparation to stimulate her even if doing so led to its own demise.  

but as she stands next to her steadfast companion, the final blockade to those sneering demons, she finds it in herself to remain tall under the weight of their scorching stares. because it is a fool that would believe going on the offence screamed superiority, a lot could be said for the desire to protect- to defend. it was intertwined far deeper into the roots of ones soul than the desire for bloodlust. because as the diabolic crow strolled from the shadow of her looming behemoth, polaris' body sang with an energy she'd never so much as tasted before. and the drug to gift her with such invigoration? simply the image of blissful @Rosewood, it inspired a stark clarity within the hiss of swirling emotion; they would not break past and touch a hair on that boy's pelt. and she did not care who had to die to ensure such a thing. 

and like a cobra she strikes, lightning fast and the bearer of terrifying beauty as she swung towards the dove; a creature that should provide no match for the cunning crow but she is alive with riveting passion as she lunges to meet her with a harrowing scream.  but dear west- planting his body between them, a mortal shield as she could only gasp before the one eyed hellhound made contact and an instinctive cry spilled from trembling jaws at the flinch of her body in response to such assault. that bastard-! a snarl as she whipped, prepared to rip and tear if it meant a chance to dive and taste that rotting flesh herself but- 

the boom of greyback swatting through the fogged inferno of desire to get to him, to bite and claw and hurt-- 

a scan of wide eyes, valette swooping in to hinder the other man's progression towards west, another looming monster lingering off to the side, oryx's startling call..and...a child?? panting heavily as she glares to the intruders, it is shockingly difficult to remain still in the aftermath of all those voices- commands- body straining against the mind's instruction, speech was not their language this was pointless- and that man- she wanted him to die.