Some fear fire, but I've become it.
The fiery she-wolf could hardly deny the hurt that still lingered within her from that despondency cast her way. She could not help wonder what went wrong? Was it her? A change of heart? Did something happen? The thoughts racing through her mind all led to one dismal place. Those stolen moments, heated trysts in the warm embrace all seemed to play out in front of her. That thought that all of this was temporary and this was his very way of showing it to her. Message received loud and clear. Had it truly been her fault for mixing up those signals she thought were blazing like a lighthouse? She once to pride in being able to read people. It left a heaviness within her chest, one that she refused to show beyond a mere fraction of a second before fading to what seemed like a look of determination. Yet that potent sensation of concern still crept up within her. Her golden gaze drew toward her western king then, he couldn't even bother to lift his gaze to look at her. He couldn't even utter a single damn whisper of a word. He was impossible to read, impossible to see beyond that stoic steel mask he wore damn near perfect. If only she too could be so unaffected. How little she knew, lost in a sea of ignorance. Unfortunately, space was something she couldn't afford either Tet or Tobi now. Maeve. She was lost somewhere being tortured or who the hell knew what by now.
Tobias took it upon himself to borrow Tetradore's powers and whisk them away to that warehouse where Maeve was, only he clearly lacked the same control. At least they ended up in one piece despite the struggle with that cursed tangle of damn fishnets. How convenient both those powers were. Was it that much to ask that she not get discarded like yesterday's news? In that frustration, instead of rationally picking her way through everything she sent it all alight, those nets went up in a beautiful shower of embers. Incineration certainly had its uses, but the unpleasant scent of burnt fishing net stung her nose, causing it to wrinkle. She coughed, waving her hand to waft it away, finally freed and unharmed, climbing out that box. Tobias at seemed to take some great deal of intrigue watching her struggle before Maeve's cry rang out, alerting the corrupt hunters that had no clue they had arrived until now. At least the fae girl was alive. Her head snapped toward that sound of the cries of her name alone.
Mira saw the admittedly slow accumulation of hunter's sent to investigate. The trio wasn't exactly hard to find but they certainly weren't ready. Far from it. Look alive... she said.. which only prompted a reaction from Tobi himself, a disturbed forced, wild smile spreading across his lips, staring at her with dark eyes. "Jesus Tobi... err.. Close enough." She backed up an inch, disturbed by that face, maybe it was better if he didn't smile at that... or at least smile at her like that. She gestured toward the incoming hunter's. God, that face would... haunt her for the rest of her life she was sure.
Fortunately, Tetradore seemed to at least stir enough to at arise from his makeshift blanket cave of snuggles. He shifted with clear ease, Mira turned her gaze just in time to see the gleaming, powerful panther he swiftly turned into. So that's all he needed to react. Tobias too soon transformed from man to his leopard form, moving to stand united with his brother. Whatever Tetradore was going through, at least he had him. Mira could hear the sound of Maeve's sweet voice as she called out over the impending battle making it easy to pinpoint where she was in that massive warehouse. The two felines could certainly handle the hunters, the perfect diversion. That call to her wolf was not wholly immune to the shift of her packmates, that desire to join the fight thrummed through her. Tobias spoke clearly in her mind, the woman nodding firmly ahead. "I got this.. you two do what you do best and keep each other alive." She uttered down that line, hardly her enthusiastic self.
The hunter's seemed far more interested with the felines that approached which allowed Mira that opportunity to stealthily navigate around the commotion undetected. She was fortunate for that poor lighting, clinging to those shadows and crates that lined the side. God this place stunk like rotting fish. It wasn't long before the sound the battle erupted as those vicious snarls a ricochet within that warehouse. It was chilling, the gutteral echo of that carnage that bounced off those grungy walls. Those animalistic sounds nearly drew her attention toward them, that tug once more to her own predator called forth. Once more she was forced to stifle it down, her purpose immediate and resolute in this. Save Maeve. KitKat I'm coming she uttered, more like a mantra to soothe her own beast. Maeve's high-pitched pitched cries lead her straight to her. It would seem all hunter's abandoned the poor defenceless fae. Who the fuck steals a child?? Mira filled herself with silent rage before she approached the bound fairy. "Oh Maeve.." Mira rushed toward her, genuine concern clearly written across her feminine features. "It's alright, I have you." She reassured softly, crouching down before her. A growl threatened to tear away from somewhere within her throat. Those boys better make them pay.
The she-wolf reached out her hand, to sweep away the tangle of her blond hair to get a clear view of the girl's face, as she searched her for any other signs of injury. "You ok kitkat?" she questioned gently with true concern, golden eyes searched for a response, a gesture, anything before she moved quickly to undo those iron binds, careful not to cause any more unnecessary and unintentional pain.
She drew her hands toward her to examine them, noticing the same way that iron afflicted fae skin the same way silver burned weres. It looked angry and raw, but it could be so much worse. She would heal. Those hunter's judging from the sounds of those battle cries, would not. She released her hold before speaking the words out loud. "You scared the hell out of me you know."She stood up smoothly, before she offered her hand to the girl, careful to keep her on the opposite side of that carnage. "Don't look.. whatever you do. It's going to fine, just close your eyes. Trust me, I'll guide you. Tet and Tobi are going to get us out of here." She uttered softly before stealing a look to the utter carnage taking place. The hunters were getting mauled to pieces. It hardly looked like a fair fight, but neither did kidnapping a harmless fae. They made their bed. Tetradore and Tobi made quite the team as they ripped not just into them, but through them. She might not protect her from the horrific sounds but she could at least protect her from the sight as they manoeuvered carefully passed, the long way. "Yeah.. definitely don't look. Imagine yourself at the Ark, safe inside the ship." She droned calmly to Maeve, careful to avoid the obstacles within their path as they moved steadily on.
The she-wolf reached down that connection of the pack after she brought Maeve to that same location they had arrived in. She could still smell the damn burning scent of those stupid nets. "Maeve is safe with me." Those words spoke to Tet and Tobi's mind alone. Finally, out of harm's way she peered down toward the sweet fae girl who was safely behind the container she had been teleported into earlier. "You can open your eyes now. Uh.. Tet and Tobi are just finishing up with some business, then we will hopefully never have to see this place or fishnets.... Ever again." She frowned at the second part, that question soon following after a short pause and vigilant look around.. "What happened?"