04-15-2018, 07:55 PM
"I have Vlad!"
The moment she heard the name, she would twist his neck enough to get a glimpse of Belladonna in a different form carrying Vladimir but she suddenly felt her insides growing cold. He wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? It suddenly came to her, the dragoness standing there completely stiff as she could hear her own heart slowly thumping within her own chest. Her pupils eventually narrowed into dangerous slits catching the sight of movement being made toward Belladonna realizing that it was Guru, her wings lifted off her sides and she'd flap them a few times blowing a bit of sand into the air. She then lunged forward aiming to trap Guru underneath her talons, if this proved successful she would lift the caracal up towards her face aiming to lightly squeeze her. Her once determined gaze now full of burning fires of hatred, she parted her jaws as a growl starting to form in her throat, fire starting lapping at the sides of Amunet's mouth wanting to desperately set the caracal aflame and watch her burn in her talons. An eye for an eye. No. She wasn't like these so called 'pirates', she glared at the caracal once more before she aimed to slam her into the ground and hopefully knock her out if successful then it'd leave a few scratches or bruises. She then removed herself from the caracal protectively hovering over the rescue party with her tail poised and ready to strike anyone that got near Belladonna or Vladimir.
The moment she heard the name, she would twist his neck enough to get a glimpse of Belladonna in a different form carrying Vladimir but she suddenly felt her insides growing cold. He wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? It suddenly came to her, the dragoness standing there completely stiff as she could hear her own heart slowly thumping within her own chest. Her pupils eventually narrowed into dangerous slits catching the sight of movement being made toward Belladonna realizing that it was Guru, her wings lifted off her sides and she'd flap them a few times blowing a bit of sand into the air. She then lunged forward aiming to trap Guru underneath her talons, if this proved successful she would lift the caracal up towards her face aiming to lightly squeeze her. Her once determined gaze now full of burning fires of hatred, she parted her jaws as a growl starting to form in her throat, fire starting lapping at the sides of Amunet's mouth wanting to desperately set the caracal aflame and watch her burn in her talons. An eye for an eye. No. She wasn't like these so called 'pirates', she glared at the caracal once more before she aimed to slam her into the ground and hopefully knock her out if successful then it'd leave a few scratches or bruises. She then removed herself from the caracal protectively hovering over the rescue party with her tail poised and ready to strike anyone that got near Belladonna or Vladimir.