TEMPTATION - open

☠ I will not take this anymore; these words will never be ignored. you want a battle? here's a war —

Séamus would not lie; whatever that creature was, he did not like it.  His sea-green eyes darkened with wariness and a preparedness to fight.  When he spotted movement in the nearby trees, his muscles tensed.  Sibéal.  Damn her.  Wrong place wrong time.  No way in hell was he letting whatever feral beast this was near her.  The small feline let out a low growl, warningly letting sparks fly off his body.  At least she seemed occupied by the two raptors, but he was not fond of taking chances.  Sooner the threat was dealt with the sooner Sibéal was safe again.

The fae knew he was not particularly threatening in appearance, but he stood his ground, prepared to shift into something larger if necessary but he was far more comfortable - and agile - as he was.  He stood beside his crewmates, crouched low for attack, tail lashing to and fro.  "Sibéal, go up higher," he barked sharply, ears flattened.  He knew she was afraid, that she liked her paws on the ground, but the higher she was the better.  She was small, nearly unnoticeable and she would blend easily with the branches.  That settled, he glanced at the others, soft huff escaping his maw.  The Captain and the raptor tamer.  "She can't fight all of us at once."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #009E60; font-size: 15px;"]— SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN ☠

#psychosocial.