Faelon was pleased, somewhere deep inside of his core, at his brother's faint smile. It would appear that they still shared brotherly love no matter the many times Malikye had gotten upset at him. The smile changed quick, however, into something of a more deadly trace.
Within moments, the smirk vanished, and all signs of humor or happiness swiftly disappeared out of view. Replacing them was a snarl and eyes furious with obvious hatred and fury. It happened too quick enough for Fae to understand what was happening before his eyes. The scene had unfold, and the next thing he knew, his twin had a muscular limb trapping the female beneath his monstrous form.
Fool, he had called her. And fool she most definitely was.
But Fae did not wish for an encounter had there be no need for one. He simply growled in mocking disapproval, like a parent would do for his offspring, and shook his head.
"Now now, Malikye. There is no need for a fight. I'm sure the lady has a perfectly good excuse for attacking you, yes?" he said, more to her than him. A perfectly sinister grin revealed his own set of sharpened fangs, as if putting them on display for purchase. "And if not, then it would give me such great pleasure in punishing you, yes?" he spoke. His emerald eyes swirled and danced as if they were mocking her. They most definitely were, though. And dared her to make any movement that would have him ripping out her delicious neck and spilling her sweet blood for his tongue to taste.
(sorry its a little short ;( )
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