In this moment she feels the presence of her pack strongly. Malum on the opposite side of Malignus and Avery blocking off his escape while she races in like a banshee bent on hell. She would be his poltergeist, the manifestation of his nightmares, and the terror on his face is bittersweet. It is a nectar that she drinks in only moments before she is upon him. It is a pity he is so small. Did he think he had stood a chance against Iromar? That he could get away with such a crime? Aithne was the Empress of the Moors. She was the Dragon Slayer and this was a dragon she would eagerly slay. His carcass would burn if she had her say for he had no claim to a home, no one to protect him, and honestly Aithne would not have cared. If another member of a pack - be they alliance or not - attacked her members on HER territory then they reneged on all their rights. They would observe Iromar justice and she would certainly dole it out.

She tears and she rips, sinking her thick fangs into his squeamish skin and tasting his hot blood as it pours into her mouth. It is putrid and vile much like the vermin that she seeks to destroy. He falls beneath her because what else can he do? There is no running from her justice - she did not care about honor. He had none and thus he would be afforded none. A thief in the night with his wares on display during the day. He rolls out from beneath her, a rat seeking some solace from the pain, and she is upon him once more. She can practically feel the pleasure at her back that Avery gets from this, the way Malum stands tall to box him in. Finally she draws away, heaving gasps and letting her hot breath, coated with the scent of his blood, stifle his space. But before he can say anything, before anything really, there comes a new girl into the midst with her strange markings and her oddly innocent expression.

It pisses Aithne off. In this moment she would like nothing more than to rip out the throat of this female who trespasses for wasn't she both punishing Malignus for trespassing AND his crime? Where did these wolves get off thinking her markers were meant to be ignored? Perhaps she should be made an example of. She only vaguely hears the banter between Avery and Malum, the idea of a male raping Malignus amusing but she would contemplate it later with a wicked grin. For now she is focused on what is happened as Malum immediately spins to confront the girl who has the gall to plead for the life of this filth. And HE, HE has the audacity to inflate like a balloon at her mere presence. As if he should be proud before her, as if he should pretend he didn't just cower like some fucking puppy beneath her. A wicked growl bursts from her lips as she takes a step closer, her nose almost touching his forehead as he bends within himself once more, forcing him to submit to her.

Raven comes then and Aithne's eyes slip to her, her growl lowering a more quiet frequency that can be felt deep within her chest, and she lets her Consul talk. Raven above all has the ultimate decision here. Aithne would yank his heart from his chest if she desired it in this moment and none would stop her. "What do you wish, Raven?" Her coarse voice spits out, tongue wrapping around her lips to taste more of his disgusting blood, to fuel her furor. He begs. He pleads. Family, he say? Again she snarls. "No excuse will remove this crime from you, filth. No family will save you and if they think to do so then they will be shown your nature, if they are not of the same ilk as you." Then she barks out a harsh laugh, so false and fierce that she hopes to send him cowering again. "I am not much for forgiveness. It is only because Raven chooses to let you live that you still breath. She will help me decide your fate. For now you will be under constant supervision, a prisoner of Iromar. Should you attempt to flee you will die. Should you manage to escape you will be hunted down, be you in a bolt-hole or in ally territory. I will sever your head from your body and leave it at my borders to show the world I am not to be disobeyed. You will receive no help from my wolves for your injuries, tend to yourself and if you get infection and die, well, it is the will of someone I'm sure." She laughs then, an almost dark thing with a sadistic sort of enjoyment before her face grows harsh again and she snaps her head towards the now cornered girl.

"Get her off my territory," she demands from Avery and Malum. "Avery, find out what she knows about him and who she is." Her eyes land on Widow's. "Once, only once, shall you get this warning. Do not trespass again or you will not have paws to do so." And with that she steps back from Malignus, only slightly, glaring at him.

Seven - Empress of Iromar - fated for Praetor

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