_=Malison=_

[Relairah]

Antarctica snarled, snapping her fangs at Andorra. She attempted to sink her claws into his flesh so as to get a firm grip. Her eyes gleamed with anger, and her ears were lain flat against her head, her tail sticking out in agression. Her fangs were barred, and she growled. She snapped at him visciously, preparing herself for anything.

[Warlock]

He yelped as her fangs and claws cut his flesh, and raised his head quickly to snap at her throat. His hind claws now clawed at her vulnerable stomach, attempting to tear the soft flesh.

[Relairah]

She managed to dodge the jaws that clipped at her throat, but she yipped and gritted her teeth at the feeling of her claws in her stomach, but she was on top of him, and therefore had an advantage.

Her blue eyes gained an icey hue, and slowly began to glow, giving the appearance of ice. Her jewel began tp pulse, swirling wildly inside, and she glared down at Andorra with a smirk, snarling and growling. She snapped down at him, aiming not for his throat but for his shoulder. Her claws sinking into his own stomach where she stood upon him.

Suddenly, a whirl of ice came forth from her maw, shooting down at Andorra and attempting to engulf him in a case of ice. She hoped it would work, but she could then only hope and attempt. She ferosciously growled, visciously snapping and clawing at him.

[Warlock]

He snarled as her fangs cut into his shoulder, his forepaws glowing blue as he attempted to counter her attack with his own ice ability.

[Relairah]

She lept off of him, knowing not why, and glared at him. She snarled and growled, her tail twitching. She watched him, waiting for him to again come to his feet.

[Warlock]

He scrambled to his feet and leapt at her, his maw open, his eyes narrowed with hate. Claws, too, were fully extended, longing to rend flesh.

[Relairah]

She lept to the side, his claws leaving an open wound in her side. She glared at him, growling ferosciously. Once more she lept at him, her own claws extended and fangs bared. She aimed to once more pounce upon him, or at least knock him off balance by banging into him. She snarled visciously, keeping her focus completely upon him. She was hoping that whatever his name was, the other wolf would help, but then, maybe not. She couldn't think about that, it could cost her.

[Warlock]

Andorra's paws skidded on the slippery ice as the wolfess ran into him. He barely managed to keep his balance, and landed in a crouch, snarling belligerently at her.

[Relairah]

She snarled once more, the truth was, she not wanting to kill him but at least make him leave, though apparently it wasn't as easy as she had thought, but neh, she had never thought it would be easy.

She leapt at him, fangs bared and claws out, ready to sink once more into his flesh. She growled, snapping at him visciously. She still wondered if the halfbreed was going to just watch, or get in the fight. But she couldn't blame the little fellow if he did stay out. He had already been torn by this hellhound, and she was sure that he was probably tending his wounds or something.

[Warlock]

Andorra snapped at her even as her fangs tore into the side of his neck. He wasn't the kind of creature to give up without a fight.

Malison was indeed tending to his wounds some distance from the other two. He lowered his head to lick at a deep scratch on his shoulder, keeping his eyes on the fight. He was not concerned, for he could see that the wolfess could easily fend for herself.

[Relairah]

She whined at the feel of his fangs, but she held her grip on the side of his neck, not easily letting go. As she did so, she attempted to once more sink her claws into his flesh. She, was actually being more agressive than her usual self, even in a battle, but then something about this hellhound was there that she hated. Most hellhounds are alike in a way, but then, why had he been attacking the wolf and the fae, it had appeared to be mostly the wolf, and she couldn't exactly understand why, but she really saw one thing and that was a hellhound, being cruel, and so she had attacked.

[Warlock]

"Let go of me," Andorra snarled, attempting to avoid the claws. But those sharp digits scratched his side deeply, drawing blood.

[Relairah]

She did not release her claws, but she raised her head, glaring at him with icey hued orbs. She growled, her lips curled up in a snarl.

Suddenly, she shook her head, leaping back. She stumbled backwards, almost tripping over herself but managing to regain her balance. She looked at the hellhound questioningly. She could smell the blood in the air, and it caused her to gag. Her ears raised, her tail lowering, the tip only slightly curled up and twitching back and forth. She looked down at the blood on her claws and paws, and hurredly wipped them and cleaned them in that fresh white snow. She burried her face in the snow for a brief second as well, taking a big mouthful and chewing on it.

She watched the hellhound, her orbs now back to their saphire blue color. She looked over at Malison, though she did not clean her own wounds. She couldn't. She didn't trust the hellhound. She growled softly, for even though she was no longer as agressive as before, it was a warning that she still could put up a good fight.

[Warlock]

The hellhound gave a small smirk, and ran off down the treacherous mountain slope, the raven following him.

"I thank you for your aid," Malison said, staring warily at the femme. "Not many would help a creature such as myself."

[Relairah]

She watched the hellhound go, a frown on her face. Her ears twitched and she now remembered the other. "Hmm?" she said, and then a smile came to her face. She shrugged, "I see a wolf of any kind in trouble, especially getting attacked by one of those horrid creatures, I can't help attacking those brutes," she said simply. "Though, I never can kill one of them," she added with a sigh. "And, what do you mean a 'creature like you'?" She knew he was a half-breed, but she had never really worried much about them, unless they had the full and evil heart of a hellhound, which obviously this other did not. "Well, I am Antarctica..." she was going to say something else, but she simply ended there and asked, "And, what is yours?"