_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
While the woman taunted Jay, the wolves began to herd the bus passengers. They slunk forwards and snarled their way right through the middle of the group of passengers, using their bulk and a series of threatening growls, snarls and in one case a swipe of claws to force the innocents away from Elliott and his extended family. There was initial resistance and reluctance, particularly from the bus driver but that quickly disappeared when one of the wolves lunged forwards with a snarl and pounced. The didn't actually land on the passenger, their paws touched ground barely a few centimetres in front of them, but the sight of a massive, muscular wolf leaping towards them, claws out, fangs bared, had the passenger scrambling backwards in shock. The other passengers quickly copped on and staggered away from Elliott's group. Three of the wolves stayed near the other passengers, watching them with dark eyes, but the rest quickly reformed the circle around Elliott and resumed their predatory stalking. Elliott's group was clearly their target.
Seeing the colour drain so quickly from Jay's face, the others' hearts plummeted further into the ground. The assassin didn't shock or scare easily and for her to blanch to the shade of a piece of paper, it told them that things had moved well and truly into the 'we're utterly fucked' category. The woman's words weren't just getting under Jay's skin, they were cutting right to the bone. Every word chosen by the Astras alpha was deliberate, designed both to taunt, hurt and rattle Jay. And it was working. The phrase 'little blue haired bird' had more meaning for her than just being a poetic way of alluding to Rinaa, it was phrase she hadn't heard since the very early part of her childhood. It was something Jay's mother had called her when she was very young. Jay hadn't even been sure if her brother remembered those childhood endearments until one night when the twins were drunk and Jack had turned the conversation wistfully towards how life could have been different and how, if he (or Jay) ever became a parent, he'd want to use those same pet names their parents had. That was the first time Jay had realised that despite all her brother's charm and willingness to flirt with anybody (or even
Jay adjusted her grip on her blades, raising them up ever so slight, knuckles turning whiter as she did so. She knew she was being played and didn't like it one bit. The accusation that Rinaa- or worse some alternate form of Jay herself- had not just stolen the blade, but converted it into this weapon of immense power. It was all kinds of reckless, stupidly dangerous and went against everything they'd tried to do. What was the point of keeping it out of Dakkon's hands if it was going to end up in the hands of some crazed half-mutated Astras. The way the wolf-woman twirled the blade, carelessly and effortlessly told Jay two things- firstly; her taunter was an experienced swordswoman and secondly, whatever problem there had been with the balance and weighting of the blade had now been fixed. Even if it hadn't been delivered in such a deliberately cutting way, the allusion to Rinaa would have been enough to put Jay on edge. She hated how things had ended with the daughter she never fully got to know or understand, hated not knowing whether the girl had lived or died, whether any amends had been made, whether she'd died alone, or with people who cared. The uncertainty in Fia's tone wasn't helping either. Was creating a soulsword something Rinaa would do? Would she deliberately create a weapon that could destroy the father she'd never known? Was it some kind of 'fuck you' from beyond the grave, or was it more?
The woman's response to Fia's words was a derisive snort and a roll of her eyes. The final straw for Jay. When she spoke, the assassin's tone was simmering with anger. "And how the FUCK would you know this? What on this planet, or any other makes you a reliable source about Rinaa?" The woman gave a fanged smirk. "Because I know more than any of you combined. I know everything" as the woman spoke her eyes turned amber and her voice deepened to a more animalistic snarl. "I saw everything. I was in her head, the other half she tried so desperately to barter with to supress and to control. You have NO idea what she'd do" Sykes continued "that kid would.... will set the whole world burning to get what she wants and to set things right." The wolf, now fully in control, locked eyes with Elliott, who'd been standing there mute the entire time, watching with a horrorstruck expression. "That disguise may be clever enough to fool those with eyes, but you cannot hide your scent from me."
Seeing the colour drain so quickly from Jay's face, the others' hearts plummeted further into the ground. The assassin didn't shock or scare easily and for her to blanch to the shade of a piece of paper, it told them that things had moved well and truly into the 'we're utterly fucked' category. The woman's words weren't just getting under Jay's skin, they were cutting right to the bone. Every word chosen by the Astras alpha was deliberate, designed both to taunt, hurt and rattle Jay. And it was working. The phrase 'little blue haired bird' had more meaning for her than just being a poetic way of alluding to Rinaa, it was phrase she hadn't heard since the very early part of her childhood. It was something Jay's mother had called her when she was very young. Jay hadn't even been sure if her brother remembered those childhood endearments until one night when the twins were drunk and Jack had turned the conversation wistfully towards how life could have been different and how, if he (or Jay) ever became a parent, he'd want to use those same pet names their parents had. That was the first time Jay had realised that despite all her brother's charm and willingness to flirt with anybody (or even
Jay adjusted her grip on her blades, raising them up ever so slight, knuckles turning whiter as she did so. She knew she was being played and didn't like it one bit. The accusation that Rinaa- or worse some alternate form of Jay herself- had not just stolen the blade, but converted it into this weapon of immense power. It was all kinds of reckless, stupidly dangerous and went against everything they'd tried to do. What was the point of keeping it out of Dakkon's hands if it was going to end up in the hands of some crazed half-mutated Astras. The way the wolf-woman twirled the blade, carelessly and effortlessly told Jay two things- firstly; her taunter was an experienced swordswoman and secondly, whatever problem there had been with the balance and weighting of the blade had now been fixed. Even if it hadn't been delivered in such a deliberately cutting way, the allusion to Rinaa would have been enough to put Jay on edge. She hated how things had ended with the daughter she never fully got to know or understand, hated not knowing whether the girl had lived or died, whether any amends had been made, whether she'd died alone, or with people who cared. The uncertainty in Fia's tone wasn't helping either. Was creating a soulsword something Rinaa would do? Would she deliberately create a weapon that could destroy the father she'd never known? Was it some kind of 'fuck you' from beyond the grave, or was it more?
The woman's response to Fia's words was a derisive snort and a roll of her eyes. The final straw for Jay. When she spoke, the assassin's tone was simmering with anger. "And how the FUCK would you know this? What on this planet, or any other makes you a reliable source about Rinaa?" The woman gave a fanged smirk. "Because I know more than any of you combined. I know everything" as the woman spoke her eyes turned amber and her voice deepened to a more animalistic snarl. "I saw everything. I was in her head, the other half she tried so desperately to barter with to supress and to control. You have NO idea what she'd do" Sykes continued "that kid would.... will set the whole world burning to get what she wants and to set things right." The wolf, now fully in control, locked eyes with Elliott, who'd been standing there mute the entire time, watching with a horrorstruck expression. "That disguise may be clever enough to fool those with eyes, but you cannot hide your scent from me."