ANIMAL IN ME / typhoon cub

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael's rage is cold -- ice sliding down an avalanche.  His rage is rare, reserved for the worst of moments -- for those who fail to see they were already walking on thin ice; reserved for those who failed to see what they were dealing with; a soldier with only one thing to lose.

When the vulpine approaches the gathering group, he hardly expects what he found.  Of course, he finds no surprise in the encouragement of the Callahan children -- he knew they were pompous brats who lacked the perception of consequences.  He fails to recognize Caesar and quickly files in what he sees for memory -- an egotistic fool who shared the same fatal flaw of the Callahans.  Pathetic.

The faerie only seethes when he sees the fire in Aine's eyes; a rage he had only seen once before -- a look she'd worn before attempting to defend Kydobi on numerous occasions, throwing a regard for personal safety out the window.

Swiftly, he analyzes the situation.  The unfamiliar youth is from the Typhoon; an immediate red flag.  The fact Aine stood where she did meant the boy had not been the instigator; though he had obviously done some damage in defending himself.  Therefore, the lemon-colored savannah he had never met was.

A low growl left his throat.  The vulpine coldly stalks forward, taking a stance to guard Aine.  Before speaking, he begins to raise the wind around him as a simple and clear threat. "This pathetic display of egocentric thoughtlessness is over."

"Go the Event Temple; patch yourself up and don't waste our supplies."  His accented voice is laced with ice as he glowers at Caesar.

"Aine," his tone softens considerably, though heavy with the seriousness of the situation, "check on the boy's injuries."

"As for everyone else," he could care less about them, "go home."

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby