*He rests his chin on the top of Alice's scalp, both hands on her shoulders. They seem unbearably large, as if he could easily break Alice's collarbone, easily revenge his now injured underling - his injured family.
Instead, he nods.
What could have been a peaceful acceptance of these new terms actually unleashes all Hell. Taking the cue, a boy, no older than seven drops from a low hanging branch, landing neatly on top of Sirius. Far from innocent, he is dutifully armed with a kitchen knife - some stolen trinket from some very unfortunate household. Meanwhile, five more werewolves, a great deal older, reveal themselves from behind, barrelling toward Fabian on all fours. Bounding across undergrowth with practised ease. Somewhere in the havoc, the injured werewolf has disappeared, dragged back and replaced by a still unseen parliament of monsters.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 05:40 am (UTC)Instead, he nods.
What could have been a peaceful acceptance of these new terms actually unleashes all Hell. Taking the cue, a boy, no older than seven drops from a low hanging branch, landing neatly on top of Sirius. Far from innocent, he is dutifully armed with a kitchen knife - some stolen trinket from some very unfortunate household. Meanwhile, five more werewolves, a great deal older, reveal themselves from behind, barrelling toward Fabian on all fours. Bounding across undergrowth with practised ease. Somewhere in the havoc, the injured werewolf has disappeared, dragged back and replaced by a still unseen parliament of monsters.*