The moment between me and the stranger of mis-matched eyes was to be short one, our touch of greeting cut short by the breath of another. I had taken on the instincts given to me by my mother. I use her ability of silence and body language to communicate when words are not needed. This boy that I touch so gentle, who nuzzles me even must understand this, and I appreciate it though it lasts far too short. There is another here, another who seeks to stalk and hide, another with intent questionable.

I had shown my dominance, my ability to stand strong and brave in the ae of the unknown. I did not like the way the boy looked at me, I knew there was something odd in that gaze, and my dominance was a way of coaxing it out. I had parted with my new found friend, to tend to the unknown and show him the leadership he may need.

I can feel the presence of the friend behind me as I approach the one with eyes of green. I wonder if our moment was enough to solidify protection from harm. I do not wish to harm, but I do not wished to be harmed either. I know little of the outside world, of the dangers in my actions as I reach out for the muzzle of the one with green eyes. I hear the sounds of his No, the raspiness in his voice and I am more alert than ever, my silver and blood hackles raising more. I feel an electricity suddenly in the place once calm and serene. This boy is one dark, and it is known when his fangs rush forward towards me. My violet and blue eyes are keen on movements towards me, and instinctually I move, my neck avoiding the fangs but my shoulder becoming grasped in the stranger's maw.

My lips ripple with a growl as I feel his teeth, an initial tamed yelp as my muzzle of black and silver aims to retaliate. It is only natural to protect one self, to be vicious when it is required. There is a rage that begins to fuel me, a thing most intense that I think no one could ignore. My own fangs lash out, seeking to grasp his ear. My teeth are young and sharp as his, his positioning before below me and giving me potential ease of grasping my target. I fully intend to rip into his ear, to feed off of the pain he delivers and give him such a reward in pain ten fold.

I still hold my tail of streaked silver high, I still hold myself in dominance and control, my own form commanding. I know that we are both vulnerable- me and green eyes, to an assault by the one with mis-matched eyes. Was this a trick all along? Had the two teamed up, one a distraction and one to attack? Or was mis-matched in threat too, one with a soul most chill and innocent as I feel it may be? Perhaps I need to protect him from dangers like green eyes, perhaps he will assist me or run and protect himself. I will not harm him unless he harms me, and I will not harm green eyes if he removes his fangs from the meat of my shoulder. But let it be known - my fangs will continue to rip and shred until I know me and my, hopefully, friend, are safe.