Wheeling Gull Isle maybe it’s not the moon at all

Though her words where few and whispered, she might as well have been yelling for all the anger it evoked from him. The earthstalker watched her, gilded eyes flashing, as she huffed and raised her hackles at him, about as threatening as a kitten would be — and she continued to deny it. A single snort signaled his true displeasure at this; for now she was not just playing, she was outright denying him.

Komodo did, however, take solace in the fact that this topic seemed to deeply unseat Coelacanth as well, so that she might get even a taste of what she put him through; even in her denial, the type of energy that emanated from her was nothing short of delicious, and he wanted more.

The inflamed spirit within him threw him lurching to his feet and, resembling something more like a domineering lion or a simmering tiger, he immediately drew nearer. His movement lighted and heavy with purpose, as was the brute’s voice when he spoke. “You dare —” he breathed, then checked his anger mid-sentence — this was Seelie, and she did not truly deserve his rage. He did not know why this moment, over all other moments, he felt the need to give his opinions voice; but still his passions leapt up in his throat, and still he had things to say, and she needed to listen to them. The man drew in breath, pressed his ears hotly against his head, and began a small interrogation.  “No claim?” He cut his gaze.

“Ah claimed yah th’day yah washed up’on the beach.”

Whether or not that was the truth, that was at least a little part of the way he saw things. He had plucked her from the hands of god's wrath, and brought her back from her feralness — who were the others that had helped? had there been any others? did they even matter? The only thing that mattered was that he was still here, had always been there — even when she was merely a cub — and he would always be here. He deserved her. “Then yuh chose… him.” Though his words still came out hot and angry, his words belied his true sadness at this.