Ankyra Sound And raised up to be the rebel, I was made with a little bit of fire, you see.

The last thing he would've expected from her was any shred of glee, or praise. Maybe from Erzulie. The longer he basked in her company the more he could see she was seething, but he couldn't tell what emotion ruled her. She was a woman so he presumed there would be a mess of them - and a hormonal one at that, so none of it would hold any sense.

When she drifted closer he was starting to tense. Then, as she struck at him, Firefly did what came naturally and shifted his weight - but he let her grab for him, figuring her own balance would be insufficient because of the additional weight and odd distrobution. As an addendum Firefly lanced at her muzzle with his own, intent on striking her chin and preventing any harm from either of them; the fact she would try to brawl in her condition made him frown, and soon his chest rumbled with a warning.

First the kid, now you - the fuck is wrong with everyone, he murmured through a grimace, and paced away from her before she retaliated. I'm not fighting a pregnant woman, so quit it Roz. All the same, he stood tall and let his tail raise to enforce his new position. He wouldn't accept a challenge from her but he wouldn't lay down and take her shit either.