mira

This was barely a handful, a mere taste of the actual scourge that consisted of her old pack. Clearly, that alpha swine was arrogant with how many wolves it would take to bring her down. Oh, how very wrong he was, which suited her just fine, if only that wolf mutt actually came himself to face her. Then she could put an end to this once and for all, not that she was asking for a faceoff. Mira would not run, no, not anymore. All Mira had truly wanted was for those skeletons in her closet to remain buried there, to move on from a past that was hardly finished with her. Escape from that pack was unheard of and she knew it. No one escaped him and still possessed breath in their lungs. When you were indebted, you were there for life, even though that agreed upon term had already been met. There was no out once you made a deal with him. Especially not with Mira, his nefarious plans for her had known no limits when he knew what he wanted.

Of course, it had to happen when she was least expecting it and exhaustion from today's practice had left her body wanting nothing more than a near scalding hot shower and rest. How they knew she was going to be at the beach indicated that she was being watched and blissfully unaware of it. How she had become so comfortable here, that paranoia had all but left her, that constant sense of agitation all but soothed. She had grown complacent and she should have known better. The only difference was, Mira had something to fight for and now, she had become a weapon. A weapon that would not be taken so easily.

If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they were going to get. She was relieved that she was alone, not wanting anyone else to be involved and dragged into her own loose ends, let alone be harmed by them. She would rather go back with them than let anything befall that pack she now calls family.

That shift had come easily to her, those practiced affinities coming to her call. That ash serving as visual impairment and something else far more menacing, those tendrils seem to snake and coil around her protectively. Her heightened emotions already saw to that lava pressing to the surface of her skin. That once silken black fur slowly replaced with charred molten. As that fine ocean spray seemed to sizzle and hiss at the contact of her lava.

That was when.. a familiar scent seemed to carry toward her through the murk. A familiar aroma of pack that belonged to Alexis. The illusive little fox whose presence she always seemed to be aware of but never quite managed to see outside of pack events. Worry plagued her then, no, it was one thing her fighting these materialized ghosts from her past.. not Alexis.. not any of those safely tucked away upon that ship. How Mira wished to keep it that way. Her glowing molten eyes seemed to glow ever brighter, as her head snapped behind her to capture the sight of the she-fox, poised and ready for battle. Those arrows seemed to sing through the air, meeting their mark with astonishing adept ease. The one with the gun seemed to swear as he dropped that gun onto the sand below but not without firing a few more of those poorly aimed shots. His body soon giving into that shift, the moment his firearms no longer useful. He turned into large grey and white wolf. Mira could hear his angry snarl against the crashing sound of the ocean's waves, even from here.

Mira could hardly focus on Alexis for long as those remaining wolves began to close in on her, a massive rusty hued one the closest was the first one to lunge with violent intent toward Mira herself. He seemed halted in his assault from one of Alexis' fired shots, along with another nearby wolf. She heard the screeching yip and then satisfying silence. One down, perhaps evening those odds now further in her own favour. Mira was ready for that attack, her lava reaching out across the sand with purpose, red and hot as they encircled those wolves, trying to swallow them whole, as attempt to keep them at bay.

The one who had once wielded a gun, turned wolf, rounded about Mira while she faced that rusty hued wolf. He lunged at her, jaws agape even with that arrow still protruding from his shoulder. That lava began to drip from her, flowing smoothly from her paws and mouth like she was a vengeful volcano. That was when he struck. Blindly through that wall of ash and Mira lunged to meet him, she just needed to be the first one to bite, the first to sink her teeth before he did. She instinctively bit down wherever her jaws could wrap around. That bite was far more superficial of a wound than she would have preferred. It would do. Especially with the aid of that molten lava doing what it did best, scalding and eating away flesh. The smell of burning wolf and fur flooding the thick sea air. That horrid sound echoed from his lips, just as the caress of his teeth scrape against her skin as he recoils from her. That boiling never seemed to cease melting away fur and flesh, that lava-saliva had landed effectively upon him. He struggles to retreat, rolling upon the wet sand to sooth that burning. At least until the one that sneakily prowled behind her took that opportunity to attack. His bite upon her haunches is true, forcing a snarl of pain to escape her glowing mouth. He would only be met with a mouth full of molten should his jaws linger.

She looked like a thing of nightmares and still it was not enough to cause them hesitation, at least for an extended amount of time. He retreats, but not for long, planning his next attack. Dancing just out of reach from her, they intended to pick away at her until she fell. The remaining wolves begin to circle around her, making it near impossible to take a clear shot through that billowing ash. Mira hardly knew where to attack first, knowing that when she did, she would be met with the other. At the very least it afforded enough time to raise that singular glance toward Alexis in the middle of that fray, her eyes widening at what she saw.

"Behind you!" She tries desperately to warn her through that line that bound them as pack, unsure if it would reach her in this form. At least three other wolves were encroaching upon Alexis in perfect skilled unison from behind. Anxiety sang within her chest from that impending danger that threatens her pack mate. One that hardly deserved to be caught up in any of this. "Run, please, just run." she attempts, perhaps she had a chance instead of her risking her life. She was surely not a reason to die for.