[center][h1][color=Goldenrod] Noah Griffin [/color]
[color=#BC8F8F]Vae Lynn SaDablio[/color][/h1][/center]

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When Yin tossed the man back, a gut-wrenching sensation swept away Noah’s confidence. Had he known what was about to happen… he wouldn’t have pried the man from the young woman. He would've found another way to deal with the situation. 

The grin that cracked along the fae’s lips sent ice to penetrate deep into Noah’s core. Deprived of any compassion or pity for the being held in his grasp. Like a cat who had finished its game, the ‘cat’ pressed his nails into the soft underbelly of his ‘mouse’. 

Then eviscerated it.  

Blood splattered across those closest to the scene as the entrails fell from the inside. Each fleshy plop churned Noah’s own insides. His eyes stared at the kidneys, liver, and other various organs dropped out. Intestines unraveled into a twisted topping over the whole mess. Hot air poured off the guts' outline as the man’s life left his eyes, the once vivid blue become empty. 

A light snuffed out in what might be his own fate one day. 

Noah’s feet were fastened to the ground. His legs, though jellied by the sight of blood, keep him upright. Barely. A metallic scent of blood wafted into his nostrils causing a sour taste to build at his throat. It swelled forward then retreated back. Repeated once more until he finally swallowed it. An acidic was left in its wake like spoiled carrots. Not even water could likely rid him of it.   

His fingers bit into his hand until he could feel a wet, sticky fluid drip down the surface. His knuckles were pure white from the strength applied to it. 

This was the fate his brother would’ve been forced to endure.  

Disbelief and anger spilled into his core. It started to burn away his caution, feeding his desire to lash out. He barely heard the surrounding shock ripple through the group. They didn’t exist in his tunnel vision. He couldn’t even feel the victim’s blood staining his dark skin as heat swelled and red drowned his sight. 

Vae’s figure froze as everything happened. One second the wâkoshęha was there, then he was gone. The ever familiar anger seeped inside the sadistic tendencies, causing a small amount of fear, which revived remnants of past. How long had it been since these feelings started to appear? Creeping out from their darkened enclosure of ice and despair. Was it because the young woman was beginning to become concern for these people? Such as those disgusting traditional habits which were forced upon her throughout the years or was it much more than that?

Most times this reaction wouldn’t have bothered the girl. In reality it wouldn’t have actually bothered, especially if it was coming from Stefan, but this was someone completely. Something in a completely different danger zone. Even though there seemed to be a misunderstanding from the teenager’s words, something seemed to have pulled her forwards. Her eyes searched all over the place, as if plotting something completely uncalled for, and reached for the one thing that stuck out. 

Noah’s hammer.


When Vae reached for his tools, his tunnel vision evaporated. His hand snapped back and caught her arm in his vice-like grip. Thick fingers tightened about the petite wrist with a painful warning. 

His eyes, still agitated with his temper, glared at the Native American woman. A set jaw kept him from cursing at her as his fury began to cool. 

[color=goldenrod] “That is [i]not[/i] a good idea…”[/color] Noah warned in a low tone. 

His hand remained on her wrist until she removed it from his belt. Their little interaction become interrupted when Bodil’s comment reached both their ears. Immediately Noah's attention to shift to the front, his peripheral vision still on Vae.  


[color=#BC8F8F]” Maybe not. To be honest right now things are getting very out of hand. Now please take your hand off my wrist. You’re beginning to cause bruising and I really prefer to keep the feeling of pain away. Not adding you have blood smearing onto my skin. Something which will make me think it’s mine.”[/color] She stated truthfully. Well the wording wasn’t exactly the whole truth considering that no one knew what happened behind the closed doors of her ex’s place.

The only thing which kept her from going completely back to those times as the display. The fox took a much different form from before, the blue flames engulfing his body, and the feline skeletons. The usually emotionless Native American shivered in place, as if she was freezing, granted this was not the case at all. Vae nodded her head in almost a robotic motions to Noah. 

[color=#BC8F8F]” Perhaps you’re correct. We wouldn’t want to piss off our,”[/color] Her voice slowly trailed off as a gulp of air forced a sour taste from her throat. [color=#BC8F8F]” Cause our hosts more trouble than needed.”[/color]

[color=goldenrod] “They aren’t... Aren’t human. That’s clear. I don't want to be killed for something stupid.”[/color] Noah once more stated the obvious. 

His words struggled to keep firm and calm as his eyes watched the display. Every part of him wanted to turn tail and ran. However, his logic shouted about how badly that would end. If he could do that to his own kind, Noah didn’t want to see what he would do to a human. He realized his grip from her arm.