Wolf On The Winds

[blitzkreig]

..~SeLiA DeLuPa~..

Selia always rested one hand on her dagger as she walked, something of a comfort habit to her. She rarely used them at all, actually, but when a time came that she needed to, she would be ready. Selia liked to be prepared. Alert brown eyes watched the bustling activities of this lovely town. She held a sort of kinship with it, for it reminded the lupine of her former home. A home that had long since sunk into the sands of time and became something obsolete to her. On Selia walked. It was quite obvious to her that the business was due to some kind of impending festival or occasion, a marriage perhaps, a harvest. All of it gave off a clean and happy feel that Selia missed.

As the werewolf rounded a corner she was taken aback, a loud snarling and barking suddenly busting in her face, and dazed as she already was, she fell back flat on her ass. The snarling and whining continued and Selia looked up, brown orbs flashing amber out of pain and confusion. A large mongrel strained at the end of its leash, its demented and starved face savage as it tried to reach her. Foam spattered the corners of its mouth, and soon its attempts caught the attention of most of the village dogs. A braying chorus sounded off through the town, stupid beasts answering eachother's calls.

Selia scrabbled backwards as far as she could from the angry mongrel and cursed her very being. It had sensed her, smelled her, knew the danger in her viens, and it would alert the whole [grrr]ing town. Rising speedily she wasted no time in getting the hell out of there. Her breathing grew a little fevered as she moved away from the spot, the dog's yelps fading in her all too sensitive ears. Even as she got further her paranoya grew and she could not calm her heart. Sweat prickled along her brow, and she mopped away her brown bangs. A heat coursed through the girl, and she knew it all too well, supressed it. As Selia rounded another corner she found herself in a secluded alleyway and pressed her shaking form up against a wall, feeling it cool and smooth against her back.

Backwards from ten....10...make it go away....9.....I just want to be normal.....8....I cant let them find me.....7....

[demin]

Golden eyes shot open as their owner came out of his slumber, Those damn dogs are gonna get their freakin' throats ripped out! The young man shot to his feet in a small rage. Which showed he was wearing a scarred piece of leather armor that covered his chest and back, no sleeves, and black jeans that were ripped at the knees, which showed the flesh underneath them, and also tattered at the ankles. The shackle and chain around his right wrist made a soft jingle as it moved along with its wearer. His black hair, which grew past his shoulder with the bangs hanging in front of his eyes, whipped behind him as he broke into a run towards the scource of the commotion. His fingernails grew and sharpened as they became deadly black claws, these damn dogs were going to be sorry they let those damn barks pass their throat. As he reached the source of the noise, he noticed a girl run into the alleyway as if she were running from something, probably those dogs. He merely shrugged it off and leaped into the air, out stretching his right hand to grab the dog by the throat. When he landed he felt the dogs furry throat clenched in his fist and he clenched down even harder until blood began to pour out of the now yelping canine. He gave a quick tug of his arm, out came the dog's windpipe as it's former owner slumped to the ground and stained the ground with it's blood. "Now maybe I can get some [grrr]in' sleep around here!" He yelled angrily to the crowd of humans who had gathered to watch the little spectacle. His golden eyes burned with anger as an older man shot him a dirty look. He once again broke into a run and grabbed the man by the neck. "You got somethin' ta say to me, you old bastard?!" Before the man, who's wind pipe was being clenched shut, the boy turned to look down the alley way the girl he had seen running go into. His hand released from the man's throat and he jumped over a small wall of humans that had been blocking the entrance. Despite his already light weight it should have at least made a thump when he landed, but there was no noise to be heard, it was as if he was light as a feather as he hit the ground. His golden eyes shone through the shadows of the alleyway as he looked at the girl with a small bit of anger and curiosity. "Just what tha hell did you do to make these damn dogs go ballistic?" As he angrily asked her this, his claws reverted back to ordinary human fingernails.

[blitzkreig]

It was almost an uncontrollably force in her mind, something evil and arcane threatening to overcome her and take her over. It was something she did not understand, and probably did not want to in the first place. Her brow sticky with cold sweat she looked up, hardly noticing the young man, her age, setting abover her, something strange in her eyes. He was ticked at her, but her emotions would not let her care, for every ounce of energy had been dedicated to fighting the cursed wolf.
.....6.......5......4......
He asked her: 'What the hell'd you do to make them dogs go ballistic?' And something in scant defences broke only momentarily

Selia's eyes snapped open, and those calm brown orbs were now fiery pits of amber, burning embers set into her rigid facial expression. Lips parted to reveal a set of deformed fangs. A hiss and snap escaped her but she pressed herself further against the wall, covering her face. It was as if she wished to be swallowed up into the wall itself.
"I'm so sorry,"
she muttered from between her fingers. Her heart had begun to slow then. Fangs receded into her gums, and her eyes slowly became human once more. Shame was fresh in her as the straining wolf started to ease itself, and become more sedated.

"I didnt mean to,"
this came out as a kind of worried muttering.
"Those [grrr]ing things can't mind their own business."
It was like listening to the babble of a crazy. But Selia had begun to calm now, she noticed then that the dogs had stopped their barking, much to her relief. Once more she managed to let her eyes fall upwards upon the young man. He was angry, and the rich stench of blood was on him. Dog's blood....No! Stop that! Well, that explained the quiet, she supposed. And there was no remorse for the stupid beast. Well enough. Selia studied Matias carefully, smelled something off him and resisted the urge to cringe away.

[demin]

Matias noticed that the girl seemed to be struggeling, but with what he wasn't too sure. He wiped the blood from his hands as he was waiting for some kind of answer from the girl, but he didn't get exactly the answer he wanted at first. One brow arched as he noticed the sudden change in her, fangs and changing eye color weren't something usually found on humans. A smirk flitted across his lips as she went back to her 'normal' self. "Well well, I guess this answers my question," He said with a know it all tone, "And raises up a few more." His golden eyes became less harsh and more calm as he figured out he was near one of his own kind. He crouched down and rested his arms on his knees. "Just what're you sorry about? Those dead dogs, or the fact you nearly turned?" He said with a smile gracing his face, which revealed his own set of fangs. "Ya looked like you were fightin' to stay in human form. Now why would a werewolf wanna do that?"

[blitzkreig]

There was a shocked expression across her face as a horrible realization donned on her. He knew. Of course he knew, if she could smell him, then he could undoubtably smell it off her. He knew what her agression was, knew the yellow eyes and the fangs. A shuddering in her heart made her knees weak, but she resisted, regained some composure and looked back up at him trying to hide her worry behind solemn brown eyes. It most likely was not working. She tried to make herself seem like she had everything under control, but another vain attempt that was.

"I....I dont know...How did you?"
The questions passed her lips in a steady babble. Like water rushing threw a broken dam. Her eyes were questioning as she managed to look up at him, strait in the eyes...they were lovely amber....the eyes of a wolf. She almost gasped, but held it in. Many things she wanted to ask him. Would she tell him of her heritage, that she hated the bloodthirsty beast in her? Would he shun her for thinking that? One could only guess the answer to that.

[demin]

A light-hearted chuckle passed his lips as the girl tried to act like she actually had control. His golden gaze stayed afixed on the self-hating werewolf with a hint of disapproval and a glint of mischief. He never did like a werewolf who didn't embrace their nature, or accepted what they were. He tore his gaze away from Selia briefly His mind went back to the memory of his transformation. Unlike this girl, Matias had embraced what he had become, it gave him so much more power. His eyes gleamed momentarily as he remembered just what he had done with that power, most would consider it an attrocity, but he didn't really care what others thought. Reminesing was for another time, he had to focus on the matter at hand. Golden eyes once again transfixed on the stuttering fool of a girl, the smirk reappeared on his face as he stood to his full height.

"Before I'm tellin' you a damn thing, I wanna know a few things." The words came out in an authorative and commanding demeanor, that was part of his werewolf nature showing through his human body. He once again crouched down and rested his hands on his knees, his facial expression somewhat serious now. "Now tell me, just why're ya tryin' to surpress your other form. I may only be a pup if we go by our hierarchy, but I know quite a bit." As he was speaking he brought his right hand up, the shackle and chain around it ratrling slightly as it moved with his arm. The same ebony claws replaced his fingernails as he kept his hand in front of Selia's face. "Why do you hate what you are?" It was obvious that she'd been having a war within herself nearly her entire life, just looking at her eyes could tell you that.

[blitzkreig]

Something about the authority in the young man's voice brought Selia to a calm. The fact that he was telling her what to do, not asking anything of her, was something that eased her slightly. Perhaps it was the wolf that lied within, it was weaker then he was, and thus it shied away, let its head and tail down in submission. It put her at peace. A shuddering sigh escaped the girl, and she mopped a few strands of stray hair from her brow with a gloved hand - this time her hand did not rest on her dagger. Needless to say though, as his voice brought comfort, it also brought a whole new level of shame with it. For a few moments she couldnt bring herself to look the werewolf in the eye.

Selia watched her feet with interest for a few moments before letting her eyes scan up a bit, letting them stay apprehensivly on his legs, and the clawed hands that were pressed against his knees. Claws. She almost put her own hands in front of her face, wanting to watch those spikes drill up from where her nails once were. Matias stuck one gnarled hand into her face, it jangled with the shackle that hung from it, a grim reminder of his past no doubt. Selia swallowed. What would she tell him? The girl could feel his disappointment in her. But wait, why should she even care? She had only known this guy for the best of a couple minutes. Did she owe him this or something?

"It's hard to understand,"
she began unsteadily.
"I was....I was born into a lupine family. But even at a young age, I was forced to supress this, this beast inside of me. My parents taught me it was a shameful thing, an abomination. Sometimes I hate them for that, but at other times I feel I must forgive them, as they only wanted a normal life for me."
Selia paused and took a deep breath.

"My family surname is DeLupa, meaning Great Wolf in the old tongue. I began to ask why they wanted me to supress my nature and they became angered by my questioning. I didn't know what else to do! We got in a fight, and all I could really remember was my dad's eyes glowing yellow and him yelling: 'I have no daughter!'"
Now, her voice became choked and a desperarity came in, threaded through a wavering voice.

Hastily, Selia whiped a tear from the corner of her brown eye. Her body lent back heavily upon the wall, going near limp and looking almost exhausted. This time she brought her hand up to eyelevel, held it there, imagined it gnarling into a heavy, club-like paw and shuddered.
"Since then I have had no home...And I understand nothing about the wolf. It scared me. It is not that I hate it, I just can't help myself."
Eyes fell in shame once more, and a stray straggle of hair slid out from behind her ear, sliding across her pretty young face.

[demin]

There was a certain satisfaction at seeing the girl's want to turn, even if the transformation was just sprouting claws, it wasn't much, but it was something. He shifted so that he was sitting on the cold ground, but his arms stayed resting on his knees. The effect he had on the girl was also somewhat satisfying, it was good to be the dominant one for once. Being a slave didn't really come with that perk. His eyes darted to the shackle on his wrist and a flash of anger flitted in them, but disappeared as quickly as it had come as he had other things to focus on for the time being. His head quickly whipped back to the girl as she began to tell her tale and a sudden look of curiosity showed on his face. 'Hard to understand'? Her story was probably anything but that. If he decided to tell her his history, while it wasn't that hard to explain, it would certainly be a tad more ironic and somewhat more tragic than her's, although that was just his pride saying that. One brow cocked as she began recalling her history, the part that really caught his attention was 'I was born into a lupine family'. He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it as she continued. His attention was surprisingly unwavering as she told him about her reluctance to transform and he caught every word that she had said.

Once her story was done and over with, Matias ran everything she said back through his head. It wasn't all that hard to understand, it was easy enough. Once again his attention was back on Selia, the serious look back on his face. "You were born a werewolf? Yet you were forced not to turn? If they wanted you to live a normal life, then they shoulda let you turn. A normal life for a human and a normal life for a werewolf are two comepletely different things." These words came out in a somewhat irritable voice. How could an entire werewolf family deny their heritage? I should know tha difference between tha two quite well, I wasn't born a werewolf. Ironically, I used to be tha son of a werewolf hunter. Before I gutted the bastard, that is." He said this with a smirk on his face and a cocky tone in his voice. He loved remembering the look on his father's face when he had met his end at the hands of his own son. It might sound evil, but his death was required if Matias wished to keep on living.

He once agan came back to the here and now, he really had to stop getting distracted. He just shrugged it off and continued on with his reasoning with Selia. "Why does it scare ya? You regain control of yourself after an hour or two, ya just gotta get used to it. And besides, your family isn't here to stop you anymore," He got back in his crouching position and bent over to look her in the eyes, a small smile was on his face. "You think you'd be blood-thirsty, don'tcha? You think that you'd kill just for the hell of it? Don't think that, we're just played off as monsters 'cause some of us eat humans every once in awhile, it's just survival. Nothing more."

[blitzkreig]

Selia could not help the shuddering breath that escaped her. She wanted to cry, wanted to be home again and knew that that was no longer an option for her. She was weak, and she knew it. But this young man insisted for some reason, he wanted her to look him in the eyes. And that was hard for her, the submission thing strong in her veins, so used to being bossed around. It was quite obvious he was pleased by this somewhat, she could see that feint gleam of dominance there. Her shame was something she found quite common, as she was raised to be ashamed. Quickly the girl snapped her arm to the side and looked up, trying to blink away the last of her tears from her cool brown eyes. The spot around her eyes was a little poofed up, but it was nothing major.

"I dont know, I'm just scared."
Selia's lip trembled a bit.
"I've never...never been taught...I don't know if it will consume me, and if I and other people will be safe."

There was pleading there as she looked at Matias, noting the shackle on his wrist and the hard gleam in his eyes. The way he was just oozed vagabond, miscreant, troublemaker. He had a hard past, Selia could almost smell it off of him, and it near made her sick. It was a strong scent, something only she could detect. The blood, the sweat, the pain and the anger, all mixed into one sickeningly bitter spore that drew into her nostrils. She stopped herself from subconciously wrinkling her nose and kept all attention to him.

Matias's attempt at being kind struck a note of agony in her. No-one had ever been nice to her in a long time. All the male looks she had gotten in her time on the road had been from perverted old men. Subconciously, her fingers scratched at a bruise on her left arm. Even with the animal anger inside of her, she hadn't even let out the wolf in those times of most danger. This allowed her to have been raped, taken advantage of. In her shame she had let it happen. As Matias bent towards her, even with his smile she was caught off gaurd, and she flinched visibly. Her hand closed around the mark on her arm and she calmed her heart once more. Inside a beastial entity stirred sleepily, but did not wake.

"I...I...."
Selia paused, and bit her lip. He was much to close, and she edged from him slightly, but only slightly. Her voice came out in an indeffinate studder.
"Dont make fun of me....But I hardly make deals with strangers, especially when I dont know there names, and they are part wild beast. I need help. I need someone to help me with this animal, and well...You fill in the rest."
Detirmination there now.

"My name is Selia."

[demin]

Matias noted the shame, fear, and sense of weakness just in that one breath that she exhaled, she really didn't know just how great a gift she had. This girl had been taught to hate and be afraid of her ability, her own people, and herself. We're just gonna have ta fix that. He drew back away from the girl and sat against the wall, bringing his shackled hand to play with the black cross around his neck. For some reason he almost always did this to think, he just couldn't help it. During the rather awkard silence that followe during the time his mind began to work its magic, the silence was broken when the girls voice sounded from his side. Golden eyes once again afixed on the girl, though this time the hint of dominance and superiority were no longer there, instead looking thoughtful and wise. His gaze was in fact looking past her just as his mind was, his brain must have been coming up with one heck of a plan. His hands were brought down to his knees and the cross went limp again against his chest, thinking time was over with.

"There's nothin' to be scared of. Nothing at all."
A lazy yawn passed his lips as she spoke once again.
"If you wanna know about your true form, you're gonna have to change eventually. It won't consume you, it can't. If you were born a werewolf as you say you were, then there's nothing to consume if your mind is already that of a lycan."

A long sigh passed his lips as he stared down back at the shackle which showed he was a slave. His unshackled hand grabbed the chain on the shackle and gave it a rather forceful tug, which was followed by the tribal symbol on the bottom of the shackle to glow a bright red as it sent a shooting pain through his arm. A painful grunt escaped his throat as he doubled over slightly, urgently grabbing his right arm from the pain that damn spell had caused. "God dammit, every time" He muttered angrily to himself. His head hit the wall of the alley as he threw it back in anger. That damn spell really sent a pain throughout his body, as if having that shackle on wasn't bad enough. Why o why did I have to come across that damn fox?

Sighing again he pushed off from the ground with his left arm, the one that didn't feel like it was being stabbed over and over, as he slowly rose to his feet again. He rolled his shoulders and turned his head as he popped his neck, which made an audibible and somewhat sickening crack. He looked back down to the girl and inwardly laughed when she struggled to get a single word out. "And why would I make fun of ya for that? That's good to not make a deal with people you don't trust. I just wish I'd been as smart as you the day this shackle was placed on me. Oh, and don't call me a beast. I may be a tad aggressive, but I was like that even when I was human, and always by will alone." He outstretched a hand to her to help her to her feet.

"The name's Matias."

[blitzkreig]

Selia gasped a little and went forward a bit, her knees digging into her chest. She nearly reached out to the boy as he gave a brief grunt of pain and doubled over. The markings on his arm stunned her, the breath taken from her very lungs. She could not help the worry, perhaps that was what made her so weak. She was so concerned about the problems of others it gave her little time to take care of her own. She let herself fall back against the wall and breathe a little when he rose and winced. He was okay, as of then. Why was she so concerned for him? Maybe it was the fact that he was one of the only people to ever show any form of sympathy towards her. She could not smell the dark, sick intent in him that she had sensed from the other men. The bitter loneliness within them that drove them to do what they did.

Wary eyes watched the hand stretch towards her. A little bit of a lip stuck from the side of the building, so she couldnt edge away anymore, her side pressed into the tiny corner. Oh great. The she-wolf, after a little hesitation let her own hand stretch forward a little bit, let it hover momentarily, then made a move that she knew would probably change her life forevermore. She took his hand. It felt rought and warm against her own silky, smooth skin, comforting. As she was hefted upwards onto shakey limbs all she could do was nod dumbly at him. He gave her his name. Matias.....Beautiful. It was a wonderful name. Momentarily she was captivated, sallow brown eyes found amber ones.

"So you'll....help me?"
There was a swooping in her stomache, like it were doing backflips beneath her heart. The feeling was slightly disturbing, something she had never felt before. Yes, Selia knew she was weak of body and mind.

As she looked downwards a little, realization donned on the fact that she was still firmly grasping his warm hand. With an inward gasp she pulled it away, her arm shooting to her side. An awkward look came to her face, a couple strands of hair falling down from behind her ear. Eyes became wide and nervous, looking at her feet. Her mouth felt suddenly dry. Yes, Selia was a foolish site to behold. Contemptuous even. She pursed her lips and raised one brow underneath her sheild of hair. Quickly a deft hand swiped it away purely out of instinct. Tongue licked across her dry lips. She gave a little giggle.

"I'm...sorry...Ya know."
She coughed and clenched her own left arm, covering the bruise upon it.

[demin]

Matias noted the concern in her eyes, he never did like it when other people fretted over him. "Don't worry 'bout me. I'm the one who made the mistake, I'll just have to live with it." He said reassuringly, putting on a weak and somewhat fake smile. Just have to live with it, like I'm gonna do that. There's gotta be some way to get this thing off. The mystery of how to be free of the spelled shackle disappeared from his mind, there were more important things to do, like help Selia with her little predicament. He noticed that she looked like she was trying to get away from him, what he did to do this he didn't know, but he was always a little oblivious. That's partly how he was stuck with that blasted piece of enchanted metal around his wrist. He kept that same shackled hand outstretched towards Selia, trying to look as non threatening as possible. Which was a little hard when you had claws, fangs, and inhuman golden eyes.

Despite his attempt at looking as friendly as possible, which was something rare, the girl still shied away. This somewhat disappointed him, maybe she didn't want help with her gift? Maybe she was too ashamed of her people? He could see her hesitating, she didn't want him to be there. Well, at least I tried. Just as soon as he was about to withdraw his hand he felt the warmth of hers on his, much to his relief his suspicions were proven untrue. Good thing that he had left his human life and interests behind when he was turned or Selia might be stiffening in death instead of becoming his friend. His fingers tightened around her hand as he hoisted her to her feet, which he thought were about give way judging from how nervous and shaky she was.

"If I wasn't gonna help I wouldn't still be here, now would I?"
To him, it felt a little different actually trying to help someone. Ever since he had been turned he'd just killed, hurt, inspired fear, and looked out for only himself. Of course, everyone that he'd killed had been humans. In fact, Selia was just one of two other werewolves he'd seen since he turned. Ironic how he used to see them all of the time when he was killing them, but saw next to none when he was one.

As the girl realized that she was still grasping his hand he laughed silently to himself, but some of that laugh managed to still come out as a chuckle .Well well, this is somethin' I didn't expect today. His hands were shoved into his pockets and stayed there as and stared at the now embarrassed girl. Lips curved into a smirk as he bent down, since he was so much taller than her, to look her in the eyes. "Now is there somethin' you wanna tell me?" He asked with a sarcastic tone and a fake sense of curiosity flitting across his eyes. Before he could even get an answer he went back to his full 6 feet of height and put one foot against the wall as he layed his back against it.

"Nothin' to be sorry about, nothin' at all."
She was certainly a nervous girl, always apologizing and hesitating. Hopefully the two of them could fix that.

"So, you gonna let me help you, or are you gonna keep suppressing what you really are?"

[blitzkreig]

Selia took some time and regained some composure. She tooka deep breath and let her body finally calm. Matias spoke to her in a slightly teasing way, something almost big-brotherish about it, and Selia liked that. It made her feel vastly better for reasons still unknown to her. Trustingly she looked up at him, which was somewhat of a nessesity as he was a good full head taller then she was. She found that oddly sexy, taller guys were cute. Selia shook that thought out of her head. No, not good. You start thinking like that and they take advantage of you, you foolish little girl. Men, especially ones with heitened senses of smell, cant scent the weakness from a mile away. Selia had little trust towards the male species.

"Okay...Yes I am, and I'm ready."
Her lips twisted into a bemused smile.
"I think."
Looking up at Matias, Selia craned her neck slightly, throwing some hair back over her shoulder. Her nervousness went, but the strange feeling of vertigo in her gut did not. It hung around, taunting her, telling her things she did not want to hear. Stupid girl, foolish girl. You've known this young man for the best of ten minutes and you're already imagining what he'd look like shirtless, the feel of his flesh against yours. It was then the beastial part of her awoke to the hungry thoughts. Selia had never been with a man in that way, not in love or passion, just out of dark and horrible perversion.

The wolf within licked its lips hungrily at Matias, stared out at him with seeking amber eyes. Stretched its muscukar body and whined for release. Selia pushed herself away from the wall and looked at her hands, screwing her eyes up and trying to will things on.
"I just dont know where to begin.."

'Juicy piece of meat.'
The thought jarred through her mind with horrible speed, almost giving her an immediate headache. How terrible was that? Something stirred restlessly in her belly.
'Can't wait to see how you taste.'
Directed to Matias...Stop that!

[demin]

Matias smirked as Selia became calm, now that wasn't going to work if she wanted to turn. She would have to be angry, mad, and just overall pissed off. And Matias was an expert in that department. Mostly since he'd befriended a kitsune (the one that DIDN'T enslave him) as a child. Once again his shackled hand found its way to the black cross dangling from his neck and began playing with it, thinking time again. What ta do, what ta do? So many different ways to get this little weak girl mad. Now just to choose one of those ways. After a few more quiet minutes of him thinking and her giving off obvious signs of attraction, the cross went limp against his armor and he quickly pushed off the wall, ending up just beside Selia.

As his back hit the wall yet again his eyes darted to the dagger that she usually had her hand rest on.....that hand wasn't there anymore. Mischief gleamed in those golden eyes of his as his shackled hand, which made a small jingling as it moved, made its way to the dagger. His fingers curled around its handle and he immediately had it in his hands, twirling it skillfully between his fingers as he launched from the wall again to stand a few feet from Selia.
"Mind if I 'borrow' this for awhile?"
He asked mockingly, his lips curling into a smirk yet again.

I think I've found the way to piss her off.

[blitzkreig]

Slow to respond to this, Selia only caught the glimpse of his hand. She reached forward feebly, grasping for the coveted dagger that Matias had just stolen from right on her belt. The nerve of him. The attraction in her belly turned to a burning hot anger, the wolf turning over on itself, scrabbling. Briefly her auburn eyes turned amber, then switched back, and she reached almost desperately for it.
"Th-that's mine!"
Angrily her body pressed forward against his side, reaching upwards, she could not reach it. Selia was regardless of her earlier attraction, that quickly she had turned over. She did not even notice the transformation in her mind, the reckless abandon that had broken free. Only a matter of time now. Only a matter of time.

Selia graphled against him as he held it away. Her movements were still feeble, as though she wished not to cause any real harm. Those dagger were precious to her, the only possessions she had left of her own. A long time ago her father had given her these, said they had been crafted by his great great grandfather. Since he had no son to give them to, he passed them down proudly to his daughter. That was Selia's last reminder of her stable life before all this, and before her father tried to extract them upon her eviction from the family. She had not allowed that, and the girl had gaurded them ruthlessly. No-one would take her last little piece of home from her.

Her lips curled back subconciously, showing her teeth, which had already were pre-warped. Selia had been born with vastly larger canines, only naturally though, due to her lineage. These flashed, but she paused suddenly, and her back went rigid. Selia fell against Matias, grasping to him, her eyes wide. There was an audible snap in her spine. Her eyes grew angry, turned yellow and fiery and she reached up once more, this time forceful. One hand dug painfully deep into his side.
"Did you hear me, that's mine! You have no right! No [grrr]ing right!"