I looked at her with my blue eyes, harsh and unforgiving naturally. I never really soften up for anyone. I let my eyes go over her, her words starting to pour into my ears. I find myself huffing, snorting outward in a sort of disgust- for what, would seem to be the male who did this. I see how she trembles and seem so...broken. My static face hardens slightly. He...stole her purity. It takes me a moment to understand what she means. When it hits me, I feel my dark hackles bristling as my head pulls back slightly.

I find a growl working its way onto my black lips. She is truly a pathetic thing, but there is no fun in a fight or battle against a weakling. And in what act was perform here? I lower my nose, sniffing and inhaling the scent of male...MALE on her. No, such a thing is different than even a fight. I dislike the fact she couldn't fight him off, but he? He is getting added to my list. I let my ears drink up every word of his description as I trot slightly away, just enough to gather more scent and imprint it into memory. It is only a moment alter that her voice stings my ears with a plead to not leave her.

My brindled visage twists around, and perhaps almost for a moment they soften. Yet I can really only show my steadfast determination creeping on my face- like a soldier on a mission to kill all who have wronged.

"I will rip his worthless cock off and have him choke on it," I say with a strong, yet venomous voice. I let my grey lithe limbs stride with a skilled grace back to her, looking for any thorn that may be pricking from her side.

"You will live to see another day- you will live to avenge yourself. You will live and I will teach you to fight so no one ever does this to you again- you hear?" I say, my eyes once again returning to her. I do not offer comfort in the traditional sense. I do not lick and cuddle. I do not give my sympathies. I am the kind to do something. If she is to continue to live, then she needs purpose. She needs reason to live and to go on. I will show her what to do to worthless males like the one whose scent is glued in my mind. He will no escape me. I will end him like I will end the others- and she will learn to use fang to help me do it.

At least so I think. Perhaps she is too torn and weak to becomes what she needs to become to battle this. I hold my head up high again as I look down upon her. She can curl up and gather herself- I will ensure he does not touch her again, but I will not stand here forever. She will get herself together soon enough, and my face shows that I am sure of it.