Open No more running

[Wyatti]

88th of Winter 512
The Docks: Midday.

It was busy, as always, a sea of people pushing against each other struggling to get through. Cargo being shifted and moved, ready for trading or to be shipped off elsewhere around the world. Passengers were lead in or out to the city, names ticked off their luggage collected. On a normal day Wyatti would of watched with fascination, but today was different. Wyatti slipped her way through the crowd, weaving in and out. She darted about them, quickly stepping around her mind focused solely on going forward. She had to make distance.

"After her! Make way! Move it!"

Wyatti heard the shout above the crowd, the sound of men barging their way through behind her. She quickened her pace and leapt out of sight behind a stack of crates. For a moment the Kelvic exhaled and caught her breath. What had previously been a day out exploring had turned for the worse. Wyatti peered carefully over the crates she had ducked behind and watched her pursuers run past. The men that chased her she had recognised from a world that existed long ago, personal guards of a tortured past. Guards that were sent out to hunt her down. At first they just approached her, asking questions, looking for answers, then one of them grabbed for her. The scene quickly turned violent. With their swords drawn and their demands made Wyatti had the choice of fight or flight, and so the Kelvic reacted. She could still taste the blood of one of them in her mouth after she had bit him in the arm. She pressed herself against the crates and listened carefully, she could not afford to stay still for too long, if she did they would find her.

Oh! Oh! Oh... Shyke?

She dashed out from her hiding spot as one of the men spotted her, and ducked into the crowd. She had to move faster, faster than before and find somewhere she could hold up and defend herself. She could hear the shouts of men, the parting of the crowd as a clear sight upon her was made. But still Wyatti ran. She darted to the side as the whistle of an arrow came racing past, followed by the clattering of others as they skimmed past. She felt her heart beginning to race, her jaw clench, her hands turning into well formed fists.

Faster! Faster! I need to go faster!

She forced her way through, before she leaping down an alley. She bashed into the wall as skidded into the alley, but pushed herself off, forcing her legs to run. She took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with air. She threw herself against a dock warehouse door, the cheap wood splintering and breaking as she burst through. She rolled across the floor, into the dark warehouse picking up splinters, before looking around the maze of crates. She did not waste any time and hid behind them, briefly out of sight of her hunters.

"Spread out! She's in here somewhere!"

She could feel her heart racing as she heard them step in, feet scuffing the floor. She stilled herself and listened, her eyes adjusting quickly to the lacking light. She could see everything clearly, and perhaps her advantage, for Wyatti had finally had enough of running.

[Erekez]

Erekez watched in surprise as he saw the young girl crash through the warehouse door, shortly followed by a group of armed men. Whatever the case was, that couldn't be good. He had only come down to the docks to stretch his legs and watch the sea, yet here was a chase going on. Erekez felt himself move quickly towards the warehouse. There had to be a reason that these men were chasing the girl, and he wanted to know what it was before he did anything that he would regret. He hoped he wouldn't have to act before finding out enough, but he wasn't going to let this young one get hurt unnecessarily. Some of the broken splinters still clung to the hinges where the door use to hang, idly swinging back and forth in the coastal breeze. Erekez could hear the voices of the men inside. There were heavy cusses and orders being shouted at each other, all relating to finding this little girl. Erekez looked up and down the dockyard as he took his bow off his back and nocked an arrow on the bowstring. The dockyards were quiet around this area for one reason or another, probably since a new load of cargo had just come in ad more was being set to be sent off. If that was the case, then it wouldn't be quiet for much longer as they brought it back to be stored. "Will you hurry up and find that bloody Kelvic!" Erekez snapped his attention back to the men within. The little girl was a Kelvic? That would explain a lot, but it wasn't much to go on. What had the Kelvic girl done? Had she killed someone or done something not as severe but still threatening? Was she in the wrong place at the wrong time doing the wrong thing? "If we don't get a hold of her, the master is going to have our hides!" Erekez's expression soured. Slavers. He thought. Whether they were themselves, or just working for one, both did not leave a pleasant feeling with Erekez. He peered into the warehouse, none were paying attention to the doorway. Erekez drew his arrow back and brought the bow up as he stood side-on. All he needed was a good shot. The one closest to him and the door, unmoving, was his best bet. The man turned to Erekez. He smiled as he released the bowstring. The man fell into the crates with heavy force, bouncing off and falling forwards towards the door. The rest turned towards the source of the noise to see their colleague lying on the floor with an arrow through his head. Erekez made his move down the dockyard. They would've seen him, but not his face, but it made no difference either way. He sprinted a short distance down the dockyards before taking a sharp turn into one of the narrow passages between buildings. He could hear the group spanning out over the area. Erekez jumped behind some crates falling on top of thick docking ropes. These could come in handy. One of the group had branched off down the same passage he had done. He hid and waited, listening to the footsteps getting closer very quickly. He pulled another arrow out of his quiver, but did not place it in his bow. Seeing the faint darkening the the side of the warehouses implied a shadow. Erekez threw the rope across the floor, hoping he hadn't been wrong. He was not disappointed as the man fell flat on his face, feet entangled. Erekez shoved his face back into the floor as he swiftly jabbed the arrow through the back of his head, killing him. Leaving the body behind, Erekez continued down the passage and slipping out behind the warehouses. He turned back towards the direction of the warehouse and ran as fast as he could, hoping that he could get back to help the Kelvic girl.

[Laioath]

Laioath sat by the docks, spending his time at the docks, enjoying the sun. He played with one of his doll of fire, moving its joints making hilarious poses. Each pose he made he laughs out of pure amusement. He just finished crafting a handful of dolls, drawing glyphs and sealing reimancy within them. He had fun making them, especially this batch because he has created a new type doll.

Suddenly a crash was heard, followed but yelling. Laioath turns his head. He could see people running towards a warehouse. He didn’t know who they were, but after they rushed in, laioath saw a familiar figure. Narrowing his eye’s he focuses on the familiar person. “Erekez…?” he whispers to himself. He places the doll of fire back in his bag and sets off towards the warehouse.

As he got closer to the warehouse, fragments of wood could be seen around the door, It was obviously a forced entry. His mine automatically thought of thieves and bandits, and that Erekez must be shadowing them. However, this changed when one of the supposed bandits yells out, “where is she!? Find her!”

His brows furrows. So that’s what they are, he thought. He decides to help this person, despite knowing little of the person or situation. He pulls out a doll, and stares at it. He shakes his head, he didn’t want to cause too much damage. He pulls out his wrist knife, and walks cautiously in the warehouse.

He scans his surrounding, looking out for anyone, or anything he could use. the lighting was poor, and he could barely see anything. He searches for Erekez, whispering his name. Trying not to get himself shot, or heard but the enemy. “Erekez, Erekez? It’s laioath, whats going on?” he wispers, before hiding behind a crate.

Laioath, wanted to test out a new doll he made, but doesn’t want to hurt anyone who is friendly. “I guess I’ll have to wait” he thought aloud. He observes the warehouse, holding his knife in his hand and hidden away from prying eyes.

OOCErekez , assume we now know each other from the other thread, and everything worked out smoothly. just leave an 'ooc' if you are unsure of something.

[Nai'a]

Nai’a was casually strolling along the docks, enjoying the mild winter day. Spring approached, it was a mere few days away now, so the frigid air had become mild and soothing, as she walked along the path letting the sunlight bath her pale skin. She missed the comfort of her cloak; she wore it during the Winter season to keep her air from drawing attention of others. But since today was so mild, she wanted to get a head start on enjoying the lovely weather that was sure to come soon. As she made her way through the docks, weaving through the sea of people she saw a girl run down an alley, followed by burly looking men. Nai’a frowned and wondered why someone was after the dusty grey haired girl. She stood at the mouth of the alley, pretending to be busy with looking over at the sea as she watched another man go down the alley. This man was tall and rather large himself, but he did not run down the alley, he walked with a purpose. His dark brown hair was a mess, his patched clothing looking rather odd on such a warrior like figure. Nai’a glanced away, not wanting to attract his attention as he walked with stealth and determination down the alley way.

Nai’a was about to go check out the situation in curiosity, but then yet ANOTHER male heads down the alley, approaching the warehouse. This one looked familiar to Nai’a she just knew she had meet him somewhere, perhaps the wild lands.

Nai’a waited 5 chimes before proceeding down the dark alley, keeping to the shadows casted by the side of the building. She crouched down behind some spare crates, watching the bigger man run away from the other men, heading in a different direction. It seemed that the ware house was now empty, and Nai’a approached cautiously, using her heightened sense of hearing to confirm her assumptions. She heard the scuffle of feet, and the slinging of items from within the ware house. It was obvious there was at least one more left inside, looking for the girl. Nai’a did not have any weapons, as she did not like harming people; she was a healer and only resorted to violence in self-defense. So instead she went around the warehouse, peering through the grimey window, seeing that the man was distracted in his search for the girl, she decided to provide a distraction, hoping the girl would use that to her advantage.

Nai’a cleared her throat and ran into the warehouse, screaming in a frightened damsel like voice, “Oh sir please! Please help! Th-th-there was this man, with a bow, and h-he tried to kill me, along w-w-with some other men! PLEASE COME SEE!” The man looked surprised and shocked, taking in her small frame, her curvy figure, and her long pink hair. Something glittered in he depths of his eyes that made Nai’a flinch mentally, but the man approached with a cocky attitude, arrogance exerting from his body language.

“Well, aren’t you an exotic beauty.” The man said with a wink, making Nai’a want to vomit, but she kept a shocked expression in her eyes and let a small smile touch her lips. “Don’t worry now beautiful, I won’t let nothing hurt you, let me go check, and then we can maybe get to know one another better? The man brushed the back of his hand on her face, a smile of hidden dangers, as he walked out of the ware house.

“Little girl… run while you can.” Nai’a whispered softly in the warehouse, directing her voice in no particular direction. She knew the man would more than likely ravish her, but she had to protect the child, had to give her a chance to get away from the man. She was determined in this, and would let the girl run as she received the damage from the man. There was no justice and letting a young girl be abused by men, when she could handle it better herself. Nai’a whispered again to reassure the girl. ”I won’t hurt you, please hurry and go before he gets back, before it is too late for both of us.” Nai’a’s voice came out in a soft pleading tone, as she looked out the grimey window watching the man glance around a little distance away.

[Wyatti]

There was so much noise, so much shouting and anger filling the air. It was suffocating to the senses. She could hear the clattering about as they searched, heavy footsteps hitting the floor as they walked in. But then was a mighty crash, followed by silence before the sounds of steel being drawn. Their was disorder, the words of a man being dead, as the feeling of the start of combat grew. She shook in her hiding space, chest heaving as she pushed herself off. She could smell them all, the scent of something metallic, that ensnared her senses. Blood.

Instinct began to control her, pushing her to try and find an escape. She scrabbled between crates, their looming shapes dipping the gaps into darkness. She heard the shout of a man, calling out the name Erekez. But Wyatti did not stop to question it. For all she knew he could be one of them, a back up, another one of her old master's men. She trembled quietly, her eyes searching for a way out of the dark, to break free of the maze she had thrown herself in. She could hear them getting close now, the crashing of boxes filling her ears. She slid herself between them, catching herself on the edges, as she tried to make an escape.

And then there was a scream, one of fear that rung through the air. For a moment Wyatti froze, having wedged herself into a narrow gap. Her ears pricked, but the only place she could look right now was straight up and to the opening above her. She could hear the muffled pleads of a woman, the sounds of the men talking

"I'll get the girl!" one of the men shouted "Whilst you keep the lady safe."

Their was a mumble of words, a series of grunts before the hunt was back on. Wyatti braced herself against the stack of crates, knowing she could not stay here for too long. But going back would mean putting her in the line of sight. So she had only one other option. Up.

Reaching a tiny hand up she grasped at the edge, a brief struggle to get a firm hold. With a little grunt she managed to begin climbing up, her feet slipping as she tried to get higher. It was hard work for one so small and in such a narrow space. But still Wyatti pushed herself on, not stopping her chance of escape. She stretched out for the next one, her fingers barely touching the corner, until with all her strength she threw herself up. She grasped it and hung there for a moment, suspended in space before other hand flailed at the same edge. It seemed as if she would reach it, but no sooner than she did, her fingers began to loose their hold. Her grip loosed as she felt herself slip, her escape fading away. She had to get out, she could not let herself fall.

She reached up as she lost it her fingers grabbing for something, anything. A momentary suspension in nothingness before a rough jerk alerted her. Her hand once more grabbed something, but even she could tell it was weak. She wasted no time and hauled herself up, her hands and arms grasping onto the top of the crates. Above her she could see the maze of crates clearly, the shadows that it cast across the warehouse, the dull, barely glowing lanterns hanging from the rafters. It was because of this that the warehouse was not completely pitch black, but still it remained dark enough to be difficult to see. More so when one lost themselves in the maze of crates.

Scrabbling up, Wyatti balanced herself upon the tops of the crates, her cat like eyes scanning the room, above her stood the lowest of the warehouse beams, a distance away that she would not be able to jump. Further around she saw the piles of crates getting higher, ascending up into the darkness of the roof. But before she could even consider her next point of escape did the booming voice of one of the men echo out.

"Oi! Boss! She's up there!"

[Erekez]

Erekez crouched behind a crate, confused about this one who had just emerged from the warehouse. Why had he just walked out? He had obviously returned from the back of the group to continue the search for the young girl, so his chances of finding Erekez now were even less than the group who had continued to chased after him. Perhaps he is on lookout in the case that I came back before the others. It didn't matter. The man was in his way of getting back into the warehouse, though he knew he couldn't kill him out in the open, it would alert the others to return. I can't afford to give away my position yet. Crates were being thrown around inside, that much could be heard through the walls of the warehouse next to him. Erekez reluctantly turned back down the passage he had come up from. He was sure there was a window or two on the warehouse. They weren't very big, they weren't just going to display everything that was in storage, so the windows were small to make it obvious if you were looking in. It didn't help that they had been left to ruin. Dust, dirt and Eyris only knows what was covering the glass. What little light the small windows would let in was severely reduced by the stuff on it, causing the warehouse to be as dark as it was. However, it also worked to his advantage. He'd have a hard time seeing in, but there was a chance anyone inside might miss him unless they looked directly at the window. Pulling his cloak over his head, Erekez peered through the window. It was a bad angle. He couldn't see how many of them were inside. I can't even see one! Though one thing did catch his attention rather quickly. The pink-haired woman just standing on the floor, looking outwards from where she stood. She wasn't one of the group, Erekez knew he wouldn't have missed her if she was with the group that was originally chasing the Kelvic. He continued to try and get a better view of what was inside. There was still nothing he could see that would help! His luck took an unexpected turn when he noticed an unexpected face. Laioath?! This was fortunate indeed. Hopefully Laioath could signal how many were inside. He'd have a better chance of seeing from where he was sat. Erekez only hoped that Laioath would notice him in the window. "Oi! Boss! She's up there!" To Dira with that plan then. Erekez moved to sit just around the corner from the entrance, waiting to see how many would respond to the call. If it were only a few, he'd wait for them to enter before he made his move. Taking two or three by surprise was a more favoured method of attack. If, however, the rest of the group returned, he'd pick off a few at the front, hopefully drawing more away from the group as he would run back down and around the warehouses. He was confident that Laioath could handle the ones that entered, or at least until he could lend a hand. Erekez hoped that the ones searching for him were still too far up the docks to hear the call.

[Laioath]

Behind a crate, Laioath sat within the warehouse, observing the situation. He attempted to formulate a plan, but in order to do that he must know what he’s up against. Laioath peers from the side of the crate, moving extremely slowly, trying not to be seen. As his view from behind the crate grew, something came to Laioath attention. A person was by the window.

The window was extremely murky, all Laioath could see from his point of view was a burry image. However, he soon found out who it was. The bow he held in his hand was a dead giveaway, it was Erekez. Laioath give a signal to him, telling him he knows he’s there. Laioath waits for a response. Soon after, Erekez responds, giving another signal back. “How many is there?” Laioath whispers, reading the signal.

With Laioath’s back against the crate, he moves around slowly and cautiously, trying to find a better stop to view everything. He soon found a new crate but with a more accessible view. From there, Laioath started to count. “One… two… three… four…” he counts to himself. Only four in the warehouse? He thought.

he was sure there was more, but could only see four. He turns to Erekes and signals “four”, and he moves his thumb in and out of his palm, trying to tell him there could be more. Laioath hopes that he understood his signal.

Suddenly a voice is heard. It wasn’t the thug’s voice, because was far too feminine and alluring. Laioath shifts through his memories, trying to match the voice with a face he has met. Frantically searching his through his mind, he listens to the voice, as she distracts one of the thugs. Listening to the thug’s comments was like smelling bile from a nuit, it made him want to hurl.

Wanting to know who owned the voice, he peers over from the crate to look. His eyes instantly widens in surprise. “Nai’a?” he whispers to himself. The pink hair left a lasting impression from the wildlands, an impression he’d never forget. What is she doing here? He wonders. Suddenly something happens.

“Oi! Boss! She’s up there!”

Erekez suddenly disappears from the window, heading from the entrance. He assumes he’s going to pick off the ones at the front. “I don’t normally like, but if this is how it’s going to be, so be it.” He said to himself, pulling out a small doll and holding it in his left hand. He rushes near the entrance, and he could see Erekez, he gave him a thumbs up that said “I gotcha back”. Laioath awaits the signal to finish this situation.

[Nai'a]

Nai’a did not know how many men there were in the ware house, she distracted one by getting him to go further down the docks, hoping he was the only one that was left, but then she heard crates being thrown and a man yelling about the girl being… up there? Nai’a gave a quick glance up. The silly girl was up on top of some crates; all the men had to do was push the crates and she would fall to her doom. That was NOT the best plan of escape. Nai’a sighed trying to form a plan of action in her mind. Reimancy would take too long to form, at least 10 chimes so it wouldn’t be too unstable, she did not have the kind of time.

Then a familiar figure stood up from behind some crates, Laioath, maybe?, and he ran to the entrance signaling someone. She could only assume that it was the big man he was signaling. With this performance the men were alerted, and started to split up, thankfully Nai’a was ignored, standing near the window. Two of the men rushed to the entrance, while the other two of the four men was concentrated on the girl. Nai’a did what she had to do; the men’s backs were turned to Nai’a as they peered up the crates at the girl. They were about to shove the crates to make her fall. Nai’a thought quickly on her feet, she had to help the girl somehow.

Nai’a gestured for the girl to come down to the floor and help her, to help her fight. She would never learn if she just kept running from her problems, she needed to face them. After the quick gesture Nai’a ran up to the two men, punching one on his side, right in the kidney, making him double over in pain. While he was worried about his kidney she gave a hard hit to the man’s face, connecting with his nose, blood spraying everywhere as the hit connected.
Nai’a moved away dodging the blood, she didn’t want to stain her clothes.

Then the other man came at her, death danced in his eyes and Nai’a screamed, ”Attack!” Talking to the girl, she hoped she would at least jump on his shoulders knocking him to the ground, and maybe grabbing his hair busting his face against the hard floor of the ware house, either way she needed to attack him, she could not take two of these men with only basic knowledge of hand to hand combat.

[Wrenmae]

"What's Alvadas like, anyways?"

The voice belonged to a Waveguard named Joal, freshly initiated despite the temperature of the sea. He walked beside Wrenmae with a cutlass at his waist. Wrenmae was dressed in his usual Waveguard regalia, but his mind was elsewhere. This season had been full of unexpected pitfalls and revelations. His mind tried to grasp at them, hold them, crack them open and devour their contents...but in the end he was only partially distracted.

The dead piled up in Zeltiva. The men had taken to burning corpses rather than labor at the frozen ground. It would be time for him to leave this place soon, and yet much of him would miss this seat of logic and reason within a world of discontent and savagery. "What?"

"Zeltiva," Joal repeated, "I've never been out of Zeltiva before. I hear stories, y'know? Sailors and the like. They say the streets change of their own accord and nothing's real. Is that true?"

"Would that not make me unreal?"

"W-What?"

Wrenmae laughed, banishing the troubles on his mind, "If nothing in Alvadas were real, and I were from Alvadas...would that not make me fictional as well?"

"Oh!" Joal chuckled nervously and looked away, "Didn't think of that sir."

"Wrenmae, please," Wrenmae insisted, "And there is some truth to the rumors. I've lived in Alvadas for years and I still couldn't tell you how to get anywhere. Ionu keeps the city elusive. I don't think anyone really knows how big or how far Alvadas stretches...or perhaps even the extent of the things within it."

"Amazing."

"Certainly impressive," Wrenmae nodded, "But shyke when you need to stumble your way home after a drink eh?"

The both of them laughed, and continued on their patrol. With the Waveguard, Wrenmae's popularity had been unprecedented. His donations, his status, his winning personality and picture of vitality had made him something of a rallying point for others to look up to. Certainly Wrenmae made no effort to dispel these illusions, he only worked from the inside to strengthen the quality of guard that served within the Zeltivan Waveguard. Kipp was still on everyone's minds and the hunt for his murderer only continued.

The rustle of cloth and the dull murmur of voices brought Wren and Joal's attention to a few men searching along the docks, frenzied and guarded...as if expecting an attack.

"You!" Wrenmae shouted out, jogging towards them with Joal behind, "Hold up, Hold up."

One of the men immediately drew a blade and leveled it at the Waveguard, seemed to think better of it and stowed it in his belt.

"Meant no 'arm we don't," he said, holding out both hands, "We's been attacked, we 'ave."

"By who?"

"Some bloke wif a bow, we's lookin for a kelvic see, cos she done run from 'er master an-"

"Slavery is illegal in Zeltiva."

The man swallowed, hard, his hand trailing back to his weapon.

"If you draw your blade, I'll consider you hostile and dispatch you." Wrenmae warned flatly, drawing his long dagger with such grace and speed that both Joab and the brute had to blink to be sure it hadn't appeared there by magic. "So, a retrieval squad hired or employed to take back some illegal property. I'm afraid I'll need you and your friends to come with my friend Joal to the Waveguard HQ for questioning."

"But my friends! They's been sh-"

"And murder is equally illegal," Wrenmae was quick to answer, "So long as was not in self defense. Now. Go with Joab and I'll see what I can do. Best tell me who you're looking for and how many I'm to expect."

"Four men," the brute promised, "Looking for a lil spotted cat kelvic called Wyatti."

Wrenmae blinked. Her again. Small world.

"Thank you for your time. Joab? Take these men back and let the higher ups know about the situation. Send backup when you get there. I'll go on alone."

Joab nodded, stepping forward and relieving the prisoner of his weapon before leading him away from the scene.

Wrenmae walked along the docks, blade drawn and eyes scanning the piled crates and shipping equipment. The warehouse was not hard to spot, considering it had a busted front door, some girl was caterwauling inside. He heard someone shout a warning, 'she's here' or some nonsense, and he started for the door. The cloak over his shoulders filled him with a sense of inner tranquility. The steel-cloth gift from Rayage had more than paid for itself and with it, he was wearing armor even without it.

To Erekez, a single man in a richly hued black cloak, bits of the Waveguard blue showing through the front, returned toward the warehouse rather than those who had fanned out looking for him. He walked with a measured pace, no hurry, no rush, simply concentrated on the front door, the torn wood and splintered entryway...as if something just beyond it was the object of his wishes.

At his right, a long dagger was held in one hand casually, glinting in the sunlight.

And the stranger was smiling, a small one, but smiling...as if he had all the time in the world.

[Wyatti]

Wyatti was petrified, but despite her fears she managed to make herself move. Crates rocked and Wyatti made herself dash across them, a wobble as she ran. But it was the shouts of combat that made her aware that trouble was rising. She glanced down at the struggling woman as she gave one the men a punch in the side. There was the cry to attack and to react, to save from a peril. Yet what could this Kelvic do? Leap down and join the fray? All Wyatti wanted to do was run away and hide, to lock out the world, not charge in facing it. Yet what of those involved? They were involved because of her, it was all her fault. Blood and death was spilt because of her. For a moment she shook with fear, a quiet whimper coming from her lip. It was her fault, everything was. She wobbled on top of an unbalanced crate, before disappearing briefly into the gloom behind it. And it was in that exact moment that the mind of Wyatti was overcome by instinct. There was no more time for running.

A roar of a wild cat sounded out, filled with adrenal with the blood pumping. For a moment the men paused, their fighting having suddenly grown quiet. The sound of padding was what filled the silence, a deep growl filling the air. A flicker of a shadow appeared, but then just as quickly vanished again. Once, at the beginning of the season, Wyatti may have been small, but now she had grown, not just in size but as an individual. Men threatened her freedom, men threatened people that were not involved. These men were nothing more than something to be dealt with.

“Uh… boss…? How uh, how uh quick do Kelvic’s grow again?”

The leopard glided across the top of the crates. Eyes staring down at them, catching the light barely against her patterned fur. It sprung forwards, and although her form was still small in comparison to an adult, it was still big enough to be just as deadly. A man collapsed beneath Wyatti, a loud roar echoing from her lungs. Rage, anger, it all burned from a fear that once dominated her senses, and those senses screamed only one thing.

Fight.

A struggle between the two ensured, as beast and man fought for dominance. She was no longer a house cat to be stroked and cared for; she was a wild animal doing as a wild animal did. It hunted and it survived. For a moment she was thrown off, her heavy paws sliding across the floor. Yet she did not hesitate to attack, not even when cold iron was drawn. Her weight was thrown against him, bashing the man to the ground before she pushed herself between the woman and the two men. If there was blood and wounds upon her form, the Kelvic did not know, she was too consumed in a more primal nature to comprehend them. For at this time there was only one thing screaming through her. This was Wyatti’s fault, and so she would defend those who got involved on her account. After all there was nothing else she could do than that.

oocSorry I took so long to respond!