If by life or death I can protect you,

He is a monster, she can see it in his lavender eyes, it's the same look she was used to seeing on the tundra from her sisters and mother; at one point she had even held it in her eyes. She does not fear the beast before her because she was bred without fear, death was a welcome embrace she often longed for on the gelid nights back on the tundra and currently. Yet as she stood before him, full of darkness that lingered like a hungry predator far more threatening to her health than he, she challenged his aggression, ignoring the adverse emotions that would have her simply submitting before him like a pup. Ailith was no harlot or damsel in distress, she would not allow herself to be claimed and taken advantage of. Whatever sick and twisted obsession he had formed for her in this brief meeting would not be allowed to fester and spread further into his mind. The frost female was born with ice in her veins, and if the male before her was not careful he would be overcome by frostbite.

The deep baritone lyrics that lay claim to her cause her ears to slice back. Startling blue eyes do not waver in their gaze as she stares deep within his emotionless eyes, daring him to try and enforce his words. She speaks then, her simper feigning amusement but the tone of her voice completely serious. This was not a joke, she was not taking her current situation facetiously. He snarls at her, yet once more she does not flinch, his teeth were needles and his claws were thorns compared to those of the great ice bears of the tundra. Ailith knows better than to run, despite how meek he appeared to her, he was still a predator, a predator designed to chase anything that runs. Not even the great assassin of the north could underestimate the creature before her, he was still capable of doing quite a bit of damage if she did not handle the situation carefully.

He lunges far quicker than she has anticipated for a male of his stature, but even this does not take her off guard. Her muscles has been tense and ready to spring into action from the moment her snarled, the years having not affected them in the slightest. The male may fancy himself quick, but he had not met Ailith. She was her mother's favorite, the best assassin in the sisterhood for a reason. She twists away from him like a matador to a raging bull. The white female takes the opportunity to use his momentum against him, pushing with all her strength to force him away from her and stumbling before he can turn. Her motions are fluid and elegant as her snarls serenade the trees around them. Jaws part as she does not give the male any time or space to do anything, he would learn his lesson and leave her be. Her daggers are aimed to maim his handsome face, so that all females would look upon him and find him too ugly to approach, keeping far from his sticky grasp.

He wanted a fight, he got one.

I will...