CASTLE / typhoon cub

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Needless to say, the vulpine had ventured out upon discovering Aine gone.  He'd been fully prepared to call out, to chide the girl for going out into the night, alone -- fully prepared, yet caught off guard by the sound of his name.

The vulpine almost sighed.  He recognized the voice immediately, feeling his brows crease and hazel eyes narrow.  Given the time of night, the matter must be serious.

Without delay, he followed suit, unsurprised to find Aine already present.  His nose twitched at the smell of blood, tasting iron in the air -- the cause for Aine's dismay.  Perhaps Trygve had been injured upon wandering and this was the closest place.  Perhaps.

Gael found his thoughts interrupted by a sour sight.  Caesar, naturally, attempting to shove his daughter away from the boy to attack him once more.  "That is enough."

With ferocity, the faerie began to raise the wind around the savannah, prepared to slam him into the ground before Kydobi's sudden lunge; the ardent evidently prepared to do the job for him.  Regardless, nothing short of murderous intent gleamed in his eyes, a growl building low in his throat -- to see the fool ripped to shreds was an appealing thought.  ... Aine.

With a blink of his eyes, he rolled his shoulders back, attempting to take a breath.  "Kydobi," rare venom iced his accented voice, "perhaps we make an example of him without the children present." 

Of course, he doubted Trygve would disapprove, given Caesar's previous attack; concern for Aine pressed heavier -- she may not like Caesar, but he suspected the sight of his death would only traumatize her further.  The momentary satisfaction would not be worth the long-term consequences.  Unfortunately.

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