and a partridge in a pear tree - treespasser

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Blind anger was honestly provabky the right term for what Aurum was feeling right now, especially since he was willfully making himself blind to the fact that Astiar was desperately chittering away in fear and pain, curling into itself and struggling to stand up with the wounds that had already been inflicted. All he could feel was a cold rage burning in his heart, remembering every day that he had gone without seeing his son's smiling face, without being able to greet him in the morning and share stories with him at night... a good part of Aurum just wanted to do the worst. He just wanted to charge forward and sink his teeth in, and crunch down until the life drained from Astiar's many eyes, similar to what he had done with Kydobi, however, just as Aurum stepped forward with his blood boiling, there was a shout that echoed through the air. It was the voice of Kiira, one that Aurum was fairly sure he had never heard shouting before in anything other than perhaps fear. The lion paused in his vicious assault, the flames on his body seeming to die down slightly, along with the lava ceasing to pour forth from his mouth. Turning his head to face Kiira, he noticed the disappointment and anguish in the girl's eyes, along with the desperation of her words. It took a moment for her shouting to truly click, but when it did, the angel turned back to Astiar, taking in the frightened and confused creature before him. It didn't immediately alleviate his anger, and a small part of him still wanted to just ignore her and go in for the kill, but... deep down, Aurum was still a good person. So, his shoulders slumped, the rage slowly seeming to leave his one showing blue eye. A slow and soft sigh left the lion before he glanced back again, frowning at what he saw.

Not only were Kiira and Roy there, but there was also Piers and Crowley, with Piers looking utterly stunned and frankly terrified by what was going on before his eyes. Crowley was making an effort to shield the child away from it all, and Aurum's ears pinned down to his head, a soft grunt of displeasure leaving his throat at the fact that he had caused that terror. Looking to Kiira, the lion hesitated before speaking softly, his wings slumping as the adrenaline drained from him, the large amount of power use beginning to drain his energy immediately, "...You're right. I know you're right. He can't understand me... I'll stop. I just... he took Roy. He took Roy." The words were added with pained emphasis, the lion desperately wanting to achieve vengeance for his son. Still, something told Aurum that Roy didn't want this. Didn't want his new father going crazy with rage, and killing in his name. Aurum just lowered his head a little bit, his claws slipping back in as he forced his muscles to relax, a strained breath leaving him. He glanced over at Astiar for a moment before he rumbled lowly, shaking his head "You're lucky that they were here, creature. If not... I don't know what I might've done to you." In truth, he did have some idea of what he would've done, but... it certainly wasn't pretty in any way, and he didn't want to traumatize anyone present any further.

Once he had calmed himself down somewhat, Aurum moved away from Astiar, padding slowly and tiredly over to where Roy was, sitting down and pulling his son in close. He had a protective air about him as he held Roy, the tiger tucked beneath his wing and tail as he eyed Astiar sharply. He then rumbled, his ears flattening down against his head briefly, "If I can't run him off, I don't know what we're supposed to do with him. He's still trespassing, and knocking down our trees. One tree may not be much, but if it turns into a habit, he'll just start deforesting our entire swamp." As he said this, his eye flicked over to Kiira expectantly, thinking perhaps that she would have some input. After all, she was the one that had stopped him from completely killing the huge cicada creature, and it wasn't as if Aurum had any idea how the hell to get him out of there. He knew how to deal with feral creatures, sure. In fact, he'd had close and amazing relationships with many of them, because of how sweet they had the capacity to be, but... this wasn't Draekon, or Ament, or any of the other feral beasts he had befriended. This was just some random Pittian beast, slamming around and tearing apart their territory because it was hungry.

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