Post by Torrid on Jan 30, 2016 22:28:04 GMT -5
The attention of the pack was split between tearing Dean apart limb-from limb if commanded, and blocking the new intruders from interfering, Rows of fangs and reflective eyes glinted menacingly at them. The acoustics of the cave amplified the snarls deafeningly, far outweighing the din of the falls. Torrid moved closer to Sam's side, curling his lips back at the others. There were no orange or amber eyes in the crowd, all blue or green or hazel; These traits don't exist with normal animals. "Sam, they're all humans. All but her," he said lowly, not needing to indicate who the "her" is. His eyes darted to the duffel bag Sam's carrying. Really, really hoping he brought something that can actually kill her. "I'll take them; You get her."
The woman's sharp, predatory eyes shifted from Dean to the intruders, and she showed teeth in a smile. "Sam. Torrid," she greeted, one name being said with a completely different tone than the other. "Good to see you again. You never called me back." And while she was staring at them, she made a dainty motion with her wrist that sent a telekinetic wave at Dean. Two wolves were on him, intent on tearing and clawing whatever they could. She acted as though she didn't seem to care. "You could kill a few of them, but you'd be the ones responsible for the innocents' lives." Smug bitch.
Torrid lunged at the guard dogs, essentially jumping into a meat grinder. It was a snarling ball of violence and shrieks of pain-- not all of which were from the poor souls caught in the trickster's trap. The trickster sashayed a few steps away from the main of the action to gain some distance. "I was actually sad you didn't recognize me," she pouted. "Iceland?"
The snap of a bone rang out as Torrid chomped through an attacker's ankle (no, Dean, he's not killing them), giving him just enough time to stare up at the smug whore. "Amaguq?" he squashed his surprise with a salty quip. "Yeah, well, you kinda look like every woman I've been with." He grunted with the effort of holding himself upright as a wolf latched on instinctively to his throat, but only got a mouthful of thick mane. Fangs sunk and tore all about him even as he brained the one wolf against the ground, and he took it. Because the more that are on Torrid, the fewer are on Sam.
The woman's sharp, predatory eyes shifted from Dean to the intruders, and she showed teeth in a smile. "Sam. Torrid," she greeted, one name being said with a completely different tone than the other. "Good to see you again. You never called me back." And while she was staring at them, she made a dainty motion with her wrist that sent a telekinetic wave at Dean. Two wolves were on him, intent on tearing and clawing whatever they could. She acted as though she didn't seem to care. "You could kill a few of them, but you'd be the ones responsible for the innocents' lives." Smug bitch.
Torrid lunged at the guard dogs, essentially jumping into a meat grinder. It was a snarling ball of violence and shrieks of pain-- not all of which were from the poor souls caught in the trickster's trap. The trickster sashayed a few steps away from the main of the action to gain some distance. "I was actually sad you didn't recognize me," she pouted. "Iceland?"
The snap of a bone rang out as Torrid chomped through an attacker's ankle (no, Dean, he's not killing them), giving him just enough time to stare up at the smug whore. "Amaguq?" he squashed his surprise with a salty quip. "Yeah, well, you kinda look like every woman I've been with." He grunted with the effort of holding himself upright as a wolf latched on instinctively to his throat, but only got a mouthful of thick mane. Fangs sunk and tore all about him even as he brained the one wolf against the ground, and he took it. Because the more that are on Torrid, the fewer are on Sam.
