Miakoda

Water Dance

Andrea's POV

Our mixed group makes our way around the now empty building, following a very sure footed Mute, or rather her shifter.

We round a corner and spot a double door at the end of the long corridor, with an exit light sitting above it. The group, still causiously hangs back a bit letting Mute move forward.

The doors rattle.

Everyone stops and holds their breath. All but Mute. She stands there with a confidence I've never seen in her.

Half turned, her one leg slightly behind the other, just parted enough to make her look intimidating.

The doors burst open and in stalks a monster of a rogue.

The doors swing closed behind the beast with a muffled thud.

He stares at Mute and only for a split second, he eyes us in the background.

He growls and lowers his head readying himself for the attack.

Mute stands there unmoving, almost bored with his actions.

The rogue lowers his head further. Then takes off. Bringing himself towards Mute at full throttle. She stands there. An arm... Tenses ever so slightly, not enough to say she's nervous or stressed. The growls and grunts from the rogue become louder as he speeds closer. He dips his front legs, thrusting with his back legs and jumps into the air. His muzzle wide open aiming straight for Mute's throat.

Mute takes a slight step to her left, bends swiftly lifting her right arm up and wrapping it around the rogues neck. The momentum of the catch making her turn ever so slightly. Strangely enough her starved frame stands strong. The rogue struggles and snaps his jaw trying to get some sort of grip on her. His front and back paws clawing and kicking at every part of her that he can reach. Knowing what could possibly happen if he doesn't get out of this tightening death lock.

SNAP!

The rogue falls limp in her arm. Still holding the rogue with her right arm she reaches over with her left to grab a handful of fur just above the rogues tail.

We all gasp. Some of the younger supernaturals in our group squeal and start crying.

Mute turns to look at us. Fresh blood layering her previous dressing. No emotions on her face. She throws the two pieces of rogue she's just torn and holding, in opposite directions from each other.

What has this placed turned her into?

The sounds of battle just outside the door, the rogue came through reaches us. Mute turns and runs for the door. No-one moves for the next few seconds but the rush sends us flying out the door. Following her.

I stop on the platform just outside the doors to mind link Dakota to see where she is so I can guide the younger ones with us out the compound and at least to a safer distance. When I notice Mute.

Oh my Goddess. She's out in the middle of the concrete yard where the battle was at it's thickest.... Not an ounce of fear touching her. And she looks deathfully breath taking. She wasn't fighting. She was dancing to some internal vengeful music playing inside her head. Flowing from one foot to the next, a rehurst, complex, coriagraphy that had so much grace and elegance. Yet, bodies were dropping like flies around her. My eye watch in disbelief... Are her eyes closed?

"Andi!!!!!!" Dakota's voice breaks my awe. My head snaps in the direction I heard her voice come from. I nod in understanding and rush the group down the set of stairs, across the yard and through the fence where my pack broke in and towards the forest where she is.