Lakota had decided that the aging stallion was on her menu for the night, and she intended to feast well.
Nobody slipped past her borders, and she was enraged by the fact that the Grey had not caught him slipping past. Sneaky fucking snake, she hissed in her mind. The call had been unfamiliar, demanding, coercing, and altogether unpleasant. Before song had even finished roan warrior had known well who it was he was calling for, and with a sharp command to Aodaun she had turned and began her race towards her mistress. Ktulu was far stronger than anyone she had met, with a kick ass magic behind her, but it wasn’t her job to protect herself. It was the job of her followers to step forth first and take that first blow for her, and like hell Lakota would allow Ktulu to meet with some fucking stranger. Aodaun understood her anger far better than any other and cublike tendencies had disappeared, his growing body keeping pace with her to the best of his abilities. Lakota felt magic twitch and spark in her veins, biting at the bit to be released. Who was this arrogant bastard, calling upon Ktulu like he was someone of actual importance? Nobody was going to corner her queen, converse with her in shadows that Lakota didn’t lurk in. It already pissed her off that her rounds had taken her from her protective duties, and she thanked her natural silence during her race to make sure nothing happened.
Gait slowed only when she approached, lingering in shadows that concealed all but her enraged violet irises. She waited, a panther on the prowl, Ao stuck obediently at her legs. The pair gazed at Catillatio like he was a mouse, and they were the eagles. His devious nature did not escape her gaze, the words he spun both appealing and politely disappointed. Teeth ground together. She fucking hated that kind. Only when he stepped away did Lakota step forward, wielding her tall stature like a weapon as she stalked forward to her queen’s side. They were evenly matched, she and this stallion. Aodaun followed her closely, teeth bared and growling low in his throat. He was no threat, but when he had aged to adulthood he would be a massive presence that none could ignore. Both pairs of eyes snapped with the coldest of fires, an oxymoron they reveled in. Onyx ears lay flat to her skull, though she resisted the urge to drop her crown and charge him, even managing to keep her teeth concealed. Well wasn’t she minding her manners? ”The best part will have to wait, vermin,” she hissed lowly, tail cracking like a whip against her legs. Without taking her gaze off of him, she let her voice wash over to Ktulu. ”Should you tell me to I will take great joy in watching him rot from the inside out, Ktulu. He will not leave this forest before my poison has killed him.” Gaze narrowed, pinning Catillatio in her sights. The underlying tone of ‘have I missed anything? Has he angered you?’ lay unspoken between the two of them, a mounting anger in Lakota’s breast. Quick gaze snapped around, locating no others. That was a good and a bad sign, for if she did use her magic she may trap up an approaching band member. But it was also good, because it meant innocents like Hototo were not there to be used as pawns by the vile stallion. Lean body quivered, a bow ready to be released the moment Ktulu gave the word.
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