Aggression rolls from her very form in waves, roiling beneath her skin like churning waves within an awakened tempest. Glacial eyes cannot seem to put together exactly what it is that she is seeing from within the shadows of the woodland and yet it is happening all the same. One who she has claimed as her own - her Lucian, her mate, her dark lover - is within the clutches of another just before her. She exudes the very essence of patience in these moments as she waits for something to happen, something to become real and to snap her out of this vertigo and into action.

His masculine form steps closer to the red and white. With each step her heart pounds harder, the adrenaline rushes faster through her veins, and when he pierces into her flesh is when something breaks within her. He has touched another and yet the other has allowed it. This cannot be so and it cannot happen again.

Without thought, for there is no more room in her mind for such things, she springs forth from the shadows. Large paws carry her with the silence and swiftness of death's reaper itself upon the ground. She is an unstoppable, indomitable force of darkness descending upon the red and white. Her timing is nothing short of impeccable and when the other turns their jaws toward Lucian it is she, the furian reaper, that is there to snap that muzzle between her own powerful jowls. Her imposing form breaks the space between the angel-coat and her silver brindled demon in a violent display. Her face is contorted into the most feral of snarls, lips drawing up in full display of her yellowed arsenal, as obsidian hackles raise like a warning flag upon her spine. Her skull is lifted and tucked high and her tail postured toward the celestials in a domineering state as she claims this space and this vessel that she now guards.

No words are spoken - none are necessary. But she is certain that the physical message is clear.