isolt griffin
Damon had instructed on more than a single occasion that fear was something to be banished and left to human life, for such a thing had no place amongst immortals such as themselves. For a vampire to display even the slightest tracings of fear was a show of weakness, to mark one with the greatest cowardice and thusly irrevocable shame. Though many months had transpired since the eve of her turning Isolt still reacted as a human would have. Fear was an icy prickling beneath the taut pallor of her flesh, a phantom tingling at the nape of her neck... stoked to life by the gurgling chorus of snarls that grew ever louder in her ears, and the hatred burning as bright as any catching flame within the eyes of the man before her. The fretful redhead readies herself for the onslaught that is surely to come, the gnashing of canine teeth proposing a maelstrom of considerations.

And yet, these teeth never do alight upon any portion of the young woman's body. Instead, the raucous outbreak at her back sees Isolt spin round, her eyes catching but a glimpse of the recognizably gargantuan canine before ribbons of liquid darkness weave their way about her slender frame, encapsulating her and obscuring the world beyond in a perturbing and mildly frightful manner. It is a curious thing, but even through the smog of writhing dark Isolt feels the heft of Raven's Were form pressing against the lithe firmness of her own body; and though even the perfection that is her immortal vision is robbed of its clarity in some degree by Raven's protection, the new vampire was still capable of deciphering a decided lull in movement from their shared adversaries. For a few breathless moments they seem suspended in the substance of time, a backdrop of snarled disdain and Raven's telepathic lament the only soundtrack to the scene unfolding. And then... a rush of movement that collides with Isolt's ears rather than her eyes, the familiar sounds of padded paws and overlong nails scraping harshly against the night-softened loam at their feet, coax the scarlet damsel to action.

More than a fair few new sensations, new urges, have woven the evidence of their intricacies into the young woman's brain since her transition. Since she had awoken in the chill and dark of Risque's cellar, Isolt had felt in ways and proportions which she could have never conceived. She had, and still did on more occasions than she was willing to announce, fallen into the wells of the deepest sorrow; she had, also, found a yearning breaking through the salted soil of her heart that birthed intensity heretofore unknown to the humbled redhead. But now, a searing and white hot rage froths from somewhere in the depths of her mind, a leviathan prodded to life by the desire, the need, to protect Raven from harm. It is this need that pulls her from the supposed sanctuary of Raven's whirling shadows with a speed that could have only ever come with the sacrifice of one's life.

Slender digits curl into the pelt of a wolf as it careens towards Raven, its body having gone airborne with intent to attack the gargantuan she-wolf. The animal has but a moment in which it manages solely to yelp with the surprise of its capture before the strength of the vampire sends it sailing into the direction opposite to collide solidly with the trunk of a towering tree. Whether the sickly and muffled cracking that accompanies this collision is from bark or bone cannot be assumed with any measure of certainly, though when the lax form of the wolf thumps to the earth it does not move to right itself. Isolt does not linger to contemplate this, however, for her attentions are drawn quickly to the handful of other slowly retreating forms as they linger and sway several feet from their monolithic relative and the vampire who aides her. It is upon these forms that crystalline eyes linger, flicking from one snarling canine to the next, their exposed ivory weaponry daunting the young woman surprisingly little in her current state. So occupied is she by keeping them at bay that Isolt is negligent of the moves the blonde Alpha makes at her back...