- Let's get this thing started.
The damned himself arrived, taking refuge beside his little gang. This was the same wolf Triell had talked with, and hunted beside and he had never been intimidated by his gangly form, and spindly legs. If anything it made his tender targets in range, and much easier to grab one of those legs to topple him from his newly found thorwn. When he started pressing into Triell's personal space he did not yield, only stood undaunted by Rhysis actions. He was aware of the maigician's tricks, and he'd be damedto let the dust be thrown in his eyes. Rhysis was going to pay, and dearly for dragging everyone down to his hell.
"Jealous of what you, and yours? Don't flatter yourself. This emotion is called blatantly torqued," he snorted as if ever had envied Rhysis for anything. You wish. Triell would not trade places with the man for anything, and was quite content with his life, his place. They could have possibly forged a friendship, but they'd never quite made it there despite everything they had in common. Now they were the rivals they had always meant to be. "You should know all your mess was bound to catch up to you, and it's not my fault you forgot to tell that to you lackies or Naira what's really going on," he said putting a good note on his love's name. The skin upon his muzzle scrunched, as if daring Rhysis to bit him. One wrong move, and Triell's teeth would be sinking into his flesh.
There was someone else wrecking the party, and he would not have recongized Ice's voice not by the words or snarl that coiled round them. Indeed it was Ice, coming to the rescue. Before the Tainn knew what Ice was about to do, he saw the silver blur heading toward Rhysis. Then Athena became a white streaking toward Ice. Somwhere in the back of his mind he was aware Nina demanding peace, and another male mumbling the same damn thing. Why don't they help break things a part then? He was not thinking any more he was taking action, springing toward Jedd the moment he had decided to go for Ice. They River boys might be outnumbered, he was not about to go out without a fight. His chest rumbled the harsh curses that would never be words, and his large jaws opening to get a hold of the other's mans flesh, somewhere atop is shoulder, neck, or preferable arm.