Issue #47- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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“For the love of the low ones would you lighten up Guardian!?”

Mikel flings silver-toned daggers at the ani-morph that is enjoying the ministrations of the witch FAR too much in his opinion. Ephra is lost behind her golden hair, running her slim hands over Gallo`s thick dark forearm to help soothe the deep gashes in the man`s flesh.

“This matter concerns you not bestial!” Rayvenwing snarls down at the man sitting with the headless bruin as a backrest.

“Truly is your pride so huge Rayvenwing that you would rail at this beauty for saving both of our lives?!” Gallo inquires sharply yet looks at Ephra kneeling in the red sand with soft amber eyes.”I told you fierce witch that my bed would be a far more hospitable place for you,” he adds and is rewarded with a soft smile from his nurse.

“Once more, it is not your concern. Following us into the nether realm was an act of an immature, impetuous child with not a whit of thought about the danger that could….”

Ephra slams Gallo`s arm down and comes to her sand filled sneakers in a rush. The bestial releases a grunt at the impact with the hot sand yet finds a grin moving over his dark handsome face when the female storms over to the Guardian. Her long yellow hair dances over her delectable rump as she stomps up to the towering male.

“You are THIS close to finding that prick of yours withering like a damn grape in the sun!” Ephra snaps upward, the top of her head well below Rayvenwing`s thick shoulder. “So don`t push me Mikel!” she says as a thin finger is waved at his patrician nose.

“You should not be here,” he growls down at the woman.” This realm is not the place for a…..”

“Yes please go ahead and finish that sexist remark!! How DARE you talk down to me like I`m some damn child here on a lark?! I just saved your ASS and this is the thanks I get?! I`ll have you know that I am a high ranking member of our coven`s elite inner circle! Yeah, that`s right! I can do things with the wave of my pinky finger that you can`t even imagine Mikel so stop acting like I`m some simpering little fairy princess who can`t lift a damn finger unless it`s to crook it at you so she can watch you dance around her gilded slippers like some fucking lapdog!!!”

His mouth opens to retaliate but she cuts him off. Apparently the tiny thing was just catching her breath.

“You want to act like a dickhead? Fine! Act like a dickhead but don`t come crawling to me the next time you’re about to be bear food!!!” the witch hisses whipping the lip balm at him then storming off to the east with great feminine attitude.

Mikel looks down at his tracker with stunned gunmetal eyes.

“Told you to lighten up.”