Kian Ó Faoláin

We'll all be returning, if we sail together

There was humor in here eyes, almost an uncared as things started to heat up. The words thrown between the two made her giggle. She rose up to her paws in the same instance that her mother did, watching with a keen gaze as one Pitt member spat at the Tangler. She would love to see them tear into one another but she was more than inclined to use her words to rile them up further. "I doubt that he will be able to fix anything. All he does is make situations worse. Considering what he did to poor Golden over there." Helped to tear her leg right on off and splatter Tanglewood's swampy ground with her blood. It had been interesting that much was certain and she was about to say more when suddenly vines erupted from the ground and they were going for her father. Her family meant everything to her and she was not about to let them hurt any of them. Her eyes narrowed, black crawling into her sclera and her eyes deepening in color. With a sudden step forward she pulled the water from those vines, making them nothing but dried up husks.

The water swirled around her and she twisted it, making the water come to a dangerous point before splitting them off into four spikes of ice. They hovered there before she aimed to throw them at the ground, stabbing the dangerous weapons and making a barrier near her father or as much of one as she was able to make with the substance.

The Pitt were never a place of peace. It was of war, revenge and survival. Scrapped together with crumbling sand and ash. Even in winter, the feeling was still great, the heat a present sting against even the lighter pelt. It did not matter, what ploys against it's people. Jack held firm on his beliefs, of his clan. They would stand the sands they would stand time and time again. It was not neutrality, merely... waiting for the first move to be made. Jack was silent when he approached the meeting, the other's chatter as they Pitt walked towards the meeting place was halted short and the facade of a child- boyish kind second in command fell for the one that the Pitt needed. Gael was unfazed, but Kain and Aine both shook with their anger on their features.

Jack felt his own impatience run it's course in the manner of seconds. Where the two would go to engage the group directly Jack's small form slipped between the roots of the great tree. Ice crusting along the branches he drooped from and coating the land in frost. In winter it came easier, in this form there was only so much that could be done. Yet Jack made his move. Anyone close enough to the trio of leader's would get spiked on ice shards rapidly growing from near the kodkod's feet. The air- growing thin and cold with the moisture drawn from it.

A defensive act, for the moment he refused to make an offensive one. the small wildcat was a fraction of the size of his own creations as he stood vigil above them. A throne of ice crowned around the roots of the gnarled tree, keeping vigil over the devolving meeting. Feeling the shift under his skin just on the edge of his control, snapping quickly.

wait, see: the threat is yet to come.

Water droplets turned to steam as the beast watched the scene unfold. Silent, watching, analyzing. These beings are yes, indeed they are. You agree with us, you know our thoughts? Yes, we do. These beings are..

"Primitive." the beast drawled out, fire at her feet. The beast sighed deeply, then turned to look at Gael. Questioning, requesting to attack.

[color=#fc681f]"Kiln Speech"+"Kold Speech"

The draconic beast stayed where he was watching all of those that were currently gathering, the tigress that was entangled within the tree roots began to speak and make a ruckus causing the large brute to snort out some smoke from his nostrils. He shifted slightly though his eyes caught onto the sight of a small dark vulpine that was looking right in his direction causing the dragon to tilt his head to the side in confusion as another pang of familiarity would flood over him. He stared for a few moments before snarling quietly in an attempt to startle the smaller creature but then there was an uproar and everyone was finally speaking. It was enough to make the draconid brute lift up in interest as the flow of his lava ran much quicker than it had before, he could feel something was about to happen and probably not in the favor of Stryker. A polar bear-like creature rose and spoke though it didn't seem like Ninazu liked that much as she went to try and hit the larger creature, a snort leaving the dragon as he continued to sit there. Here. He could remember them ordering him to stay where he was yet someone else spoke amongst the crowd, a lion with wings, he peeled his lips back into a snarl.

Suddenly, the sight of a winged vixen caught his attention and he stopped snarling as he sat there. Familiar. She was familiar. There was an ache in his chest and the big brute would lift up his talons to brush them against his chest where his heart would be. Why did it hurt? It hurt more than the physical pain that he endured, he could feel his entire body begin to shake as some of his scales chipped away and more lava would flow from where scales used to be. Here. He had to stay where he was but the want to go near the vixen was strong almost like it was pulling him forward, she was lashing out to Stryker with vines but Sojourn had stopped them. It made him angry. Why? Why did it make him angry? There was so much going on yet his gaze was still set on that small vixen. He rose from where he sat as the flow of his lava calmed down enough so it didn't drip on those who were there, he left behind the cage with the Tangler. Forgotten. He had to know why his chest hurt, he just had to find out why. A rumbling growl came from the beast as he burned away at what was left of the vines and stood in front of Aine as he looked down at her with his fiery tail tip swaying to the sides.

The prettiest fox alive. His mind whispered.

♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby