fiammetta
by fire be purged
At the thoughtless words of the shadowy femme, rage overtook Fiam's small frame, chasing the guilt from her eyes and bringing a snarl to her lips. Her hackles, which were already up thanks to Flare's threatening behaviour, almost seemed to rattle with her fury like the dry, winter grass, and her single eye flamed brighter with the strength of her emotions. In a moment, her aggressor was forgotten and she swung her head to fix Tick Tock with a hateful glare, a viper about to deliver a killing bite. That the black beast could be so underhanded shouldn't have surprised the girl, but it did. How could one who showed kindness in a single breath, lie so readily with her next? Truly, it was disappointing. In a voice thick with unspent anger, the alabaster wolf spoke,
“Ah, I see you prefer the ones without words to guide them. Perhaps you feel more comfortable knowing that instinct would not drive them to take your place?” it was a thinly veiled threat, warning the woman not to push her too far. Tobias' previous battle with her had been over her freedom, but it might be that the one to follow would have an even greater prize at stake. “I laugh at you who casts the first stone. You surround yourself with vagabonds, cannibals and murderers who kill for sport, lust and hunger and you try shame me for a few claw marks across the face of a young girl? Forgive me for thinking you had no sense of humour. She smelt of you, you know, the woman of black and red, and she had a white mark on her face like yours, an easy mistake for me to make, no? Essentially then, it is you who are to blame for her injuries and not I.”
Fiammetta was in no mood for playing games. Her stomach still gurgled demandingly and she knew she must soon leave their conversation to hunt. As if sensing her wayward thoughts, the tall female circled her again, sniffing in her direction and growling gutturally. Fiam returned her aggression with a snarl of her own but did not move from where she stood. The black witch barked once, ordering the white fatale to her side, “Yes that's right, put a leash on your guard dog.” She realised her temper was her undoing in many ways, and yet she could not often subdue it. Indeed, she lost a lot of respect because of her lack of keeping up a mysterious persona. Still, she felt that she was physically strong enough to not hide behind a mask. Even showing herself for who she was, she still had secrets. The dark beast spoke again, nonchalantly judging her. For a moment the familiar ire ignited in the white woman's breast before it died to leave behind a rare attitude of calm. Ignoring the lady for a moment, she licked absently at one paw before replying in tones devoid of her almost consistent annoyance,“You pretend to know me, but in truth you do not. Just remember, The Burning does not lie.”
Her statement was cryptic but meaningful, and she returned to her placid licking feeling accomplished. It wasn't very often that she managed to reign in her wrath but, when she did, it was almost unsettling.
No Home - No Family - 5YO - 28 in, 32 lbs