The anger Annubis felt towards the black demon is immeasurable. From the white-rimmed, fearful eyes of Izumi to the disappearance of Hymn and Promise. Although the wolf is certain Lucifer is not connected to the latter, that does not prevent his rage-fueled mind from focusing his anger on the obsidian bastard.
A guttural growl resonates in his throat as his tense, silver body stands strong and solid between the stallion and his golden beauty. Only when Lucifer retreats into the shadows back towards the beach does Annubis find motion once more in his bones. Part of him wanted to do nothing more than chase Lucifer back to the ocean with flying teeth and scraping hooves. He wanted to take advantage of the larger stallion’s presence to sate his beast’s lust for blood. He wanted to take advantage of the rising adrenaline as it coursed through his veins and perhaps would have…. If not for Izumi.
The subtle sigh that escapes her pale lips catches his ears, and he risks a backward glance. Breaking eye contact with the retreating beast, Annubis now finds himself locked on the anxious mare’s delicate features. ”Izumi…..” he murmurs, pivoting his muscular body to allow himself to face her once more. The hardened fierceness in his beastly golden eyes softens as his ashen lips press together with worry. Part of him wants nothing more than to rush to her and press her slender form into the concave of his throat, to let the body contact between them be a reminder that she is safe… and that is the voice he listens to. Despite knowing that it might startle her further, despite knowing that their budding relationship has always been on her terms instead of his own… Annubis cannot help himself.
Protectively, he trails his whiskered lips across her back, drawing her close and allowing himself and the wolf within to breathe in the comforting warmth of her sweet floral scent. ”I am sorry Izumi…. I am so sorry…” he murmurs, his jaws clenching tightly as the potential what-ifs ran their course through his mind. If he had not been paying attention… if he had been too lost in thought… if he had been on the main island searching for a sign or scent of Hymn and Promise…. If he hadn’t recognized Lucifer’s scent…. The thought of losing her, of Lucifer’s hate-filled promise all those seasons back, causes the lump in his throat to tighten.
Almost reluctantly, he draws back a step, offering her the freedom to retreat if she so chooses. His multifaceted eyes gaze into her beautiful eyes with renewed determination. ”I won’t let him… I won't let anyone hurt you. Never.” he murmurs confidently. Lucifer would pay for this.