Wasn't like she wanted to do that to him?! SHE'D ONLY JUST LICKED HIS TAIL</I>! You did not DO that except for mating! And there was no way in hell that you could do that on accident! The utter shock, confusion, and horror soon began to turn to rage as he stared at her, baring his fangs, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest though his face was still flushed with embarrassment and, well...hormones. What the fuck?! Clenching and unclenching his hands, he hissed at her and slammed a fist against the boulder, just to vent a little. Better than slamming it into her face like he wanted to. Which was a good thing, because the boulder cracked where he hit it. "You did NOT just accidentally lick my tail!" he shouted at her, bristling all over and thrashing his tail behind him; it hadn't stayed curled around his leg for long, not when it wanted to move. "You do not DO that unless you're TRYING to fucking MATE</I>!"
That had nothng to do with her scent! And here she was all acting like she hadn't just molested him! Come on! She had to know that much! If she'd been tracking Drygans, smelled like a Drygan, and had immedietely gone for his tail...there was no way he was going to believe that it was all just some stupid, innocent, human mistake. He wasn't stupid and he wasn't going to believe she was that stupid, either, not when it had all been so deliberate!
He took a deep breath, breathing still harsh as he fought to control his anger. It was while he was struggling to regain his composure, to think clearly again--damn pheromones--when Whiskle, now covered, began to speak. To answer his question.
And he blinked.
So, she was a human...but with a Drygan guardian? He supposed it wasn't unheard of, but the rest...
Yarra stared at her, his tail still thrashing, and he crossed his arms over his vested chest to give her a level stare. So, she'd been hurt. Abandoned because Drygan tended to be natural loners. She was an outcast, too--a human that wanted to be a Drygan? So she was angry. Yarra could understand that, he supposed, if he looked at it like a human would, but he still gave a soft snort, suddenly much calmer--Drygans were rather extreme creatures, after all, and could go from one extreme to the next in the blink of an eye--and raised one dark orange eyebrow.
"...So because of what one Drygan did to you, you wanna kill us all?" He snorted again and shook his head, an amused smirk actually forming on his lips. But it was a dark sort of amusement as he met her hate filled eyes with his feral yellow ones. Humans...he couldn't understand them.
...Until she burst out laughing at least, hysterically. Once again. Yarra blinked rapidly, confused. Er...okay...
Then she snapped out of it, pulled out a dagger, and was flying over the boulder at him. The confusion flickered away as he looked at her, and he bit back an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes.
...Hadn't she already learned her lesson?
Humans...
He was quite prepared to catch her wrist and give it a good twist if she struck for him, but she seemed frozen, and he only watched her with wry amusement. She didn't seem to even know what she was doing anymore, and Yarra couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever actually killed a Drygan before, since she was going at him right now with a little dagger and so much uncertainty--it certainly took much more than that to kill one of his kind. But, sure enough, she dropped the dagger...and Yarra was starting to wonder if all humans were this loony.
"That's what I thought..." he said softly, smiling vaguely, but he was still on guard. Either something strange was going on in that head of hers that he didn't know about, or...who knew what. But he was honestly starting to think she'd been bluffing, that she had never killed one of his kind, but he had been assuming to begin with when he thought she had. Perhaps he was the first other Drygan she had come across?
He didn't get very far in his thoughts. Suddenly Whiskle had grabbed him by the vest, and he was so taken off guard he toppled backwards with a hiss of breath and a grunt as he landed, and soon enough she was on top of him. Bloody hells! At first he thought she was being "pervy" again, or maybe trying in vain to kill him again. But then the scent of blood filled his sensitive nostrils and he saw the arrow shaft poking out of her shoulder. Blinking, he stared back at her as she looked at him...apologetically? What the--?! She...he'd met her and she'd wanted to kill him, then she molested him, and now she just took an arrow for him?! What...what was up with her?!
She rolled off of him and told him to run, but like hell he'd do that. He wasn' the type to run, and she acted like she expected him to leave her there. Psha. Yeah right. He may have been confused and pissed at her, but he still needed answers, she had just sacrificed herself (who knew why!) and...
Rrrrgh...humans were so damned confusing</I>!
"Like hell," he grumbled, and, bouncing to his feet, he stooped to scoop her up and sling her over one shoulder, one arm wrapping around her legs to keep her there. The arrow he'd deal with later; he knew from experience how pesky those things were to remove, and he knew humans weren't nearly as tough as Drygans were--just yanking it out wouldn't do. Of course, he also didn't know it had been tipped with poison. "You still owe me answers."
Like why the hell there were freaking dragon things all over that were obviously after them! Normally, Yarra revered dragons, the majestic ancestors of the Drygan. But these things...were obviously out for blood.
Shit.
But, Yara had also taken note of their tails. Icy tails. Heh. Wouldja look at that, ice, and his primary element was fire. Yarra grinned, flashing sharp teeth.
Perfect.
That was when Kit fell in beside him, and he turned his grin on her briefly, a look almost akin to excitement on his face. Those creatures were strong, he could tell! Perhaps it was insane, but he looked forward to the challenge. "Knock yourself out," was his answer as, tail waving behind him, he could feel his power welling up inside him to the point of overflowing, building as he prepared to unleash it on those creatures.
Run? Hell no. He'd be more careful given he was holding someone, but there was no way in hell he'd pass this up.