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Who: Ruby and you!

What: Hanging about.

When: Early week Six.

Where: Fantasyland (because sooper magic powers)

Warnings: None yet.

Ruby didn't like straying from Snow. Not even for these precious few minutes while she scrounged for food. if it wasn't for her powers she doubted she'd be able to bring herself to do it... But she knew she that she could reach Snow's side in a heartbeat. She could smell the woman, among the rotting food and rubble. She could hear the steady heartbeat as she listened for any signs of trouble.

It was probably a bit stalkerish. She had to admit that. But it was just... this version of snow was still so young, it seemed. So innocent... and Ruby wanted to keep her that way. She knew full well what would await Snow if - when - they got home... She was determined to spare snow those feelings for as long as she was capable. With every ounce of power she had.

First, though, there was the little matter of them not starving. Little inhalations of breath as she tried to pick up the scent of fresh cooked meat. Vegetables. Anything, really - at least enough for her friend...

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As a werewolf - born if not quite raised - Ruby wasn't sure how human she counted herself... but those were questions for later. When she didn't need to hold herself so stiffly or regard every new face as a threat.

"You're in my... territory." It felt a little silly, to use a "wolf" word like that - but it seemed appropriate, at least.

Edited 2013-05-01 07:57 (UTC)

"In your territory?" He arched his brows, the corner of his lips tugging, amused by the thought. It was no man's land everywhere he went, as far as he was concerned. No one could really claim it. Not when death came so easily, so readily. "I didn't realize it belonged to someone."

"Well it does." She tried to keep her voice firm as she said that, chin set defiantly. Maybe it would be better to take the offensive, but she doesn't want to risk starting blood shed.

"So leave."

"I will." That was a promise, completely void of fear or reassurance. He could simply be stating a fact - and he was. Hyperion didn't stay in one place for long, and he went wherever he wished. No one was in a position to change that for him, and this woman was not about to be the first. "In time."

She moved first a few feet away from him then suddenly right in front, quick enough you'd need super senses to keep up. She was hoping he lacked them, because she was already reaching for where she remembered his neck being.

She didn't want to hurt him. Maybe lift him off the ground and throw him. Show him why he had to stay away. There was no way she was letting him stay this close to Snow.

Edited 2013-05-04 05:53 (UTC)

Something close to a choked sound escaped Hyperion's throat, muscles tensing and hands opening to stare, surprised and completely displeased with how he was caught off-guard. He'd like to say this was an impressive move, but irritation had a louder voice inside his head.

He gritted his teeth unpleasantly, hands reaching for her wrists, either to pry them off or somehow control how much strength was applied around his neck.

"You're not--going to kill me."