Heads turned, fangs were bared and Flynn felt instant regret wash over him like ice water. Nevertheless he stood his ground, raising his chin defiantly and trying to stare them down. And realized that werewolves were pretty good at staring back.
"And who do you think you are, Bitey?" One of the werewolves approached, sniffing, but kept his distance when he realized his buddies weren't following suit. "Flutter off, this doesn't concern you."
"Me? I'm..." Flynn's mouth suddenly felt dry because he knew what he wanted to say but he couldn't, not anymore. And he could tell they would sense his insecurity in a second and then probably charge and rip him apart. Time for a big-time bluff. Spreading his arms wide he dropped his voice dramatically and really hoped it would not crack. "I'm the Keeper of the Chalice!"
There was a short pause in which the wolves exchanged glances. "... You guys really do all have stupid pretentious names, don't you."
Only the werewolf furthest away suddenly paled, backing off a little. "Wait a second. That's the one. The one who bested Dracul! The one who ripped the Judas Chalice from his hands and then his head from his accursed torso!"
Wow, what? "That's, uh, not exactly how it..." Flynn began but didn't get very far.
"He filled the Chalice with the Impaler's blood sprouting into the night and drank from it until he inherited all his powers!"
"That, no, okay, first of all? That is disgusting, you have some of the facts really backwards there, and..."
"That one?" The pack leader pointed at Flynn with such rude incredulity that Flynn couldn't help but purse his lips, bristling. "Don't be ridiculous. Look at him! That guy couldn't bite a cow if bored teenagers had already pushed it over!"
"Well, I'm not risking it!"
"You're not going anywhere!"
As the argument between the wolves unfolded Flynn realized that this wasn't getting him anywhere. After watching them for an awkward moment he just tried the first thing that came to mind – bringing up his hands, baring his fangs and snarling like Simone had done when she had given him a heart attack. These guys still had hearts that were beating. Maybe it worked on them, too.
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"And who do you think you are, Bitey?" One of the werewolves approached, sniffing, but kept his distance when he realized his buddies weren't following suit. "Flutter off, this doesn't concern you."
"Me? I'm..." Flynn's mouth suddenly felt dry because he knew what he wanted to say but he couldn't, not anymore. And he could tell they would sense his insecurity in a second and then probably charge and rip him apart. Time for a big-time bluff. Spreading his arms wide he dropped his voice dramatically and really hoped it would not crack. "I'm the Keeper of the Chalice!"
There was a short pause in which the wolves exchanged glances. "... You guys really do all have stupid pretentious names, don't you."
Only the werewolf furthest away suddenly paled, backing off a little. "Wait a second. That's the one. The one who bested Dracul! The one who ripped the Judas Chalice from his hands and then his head from his accursed torso!"
Wow, what? "That's, uh, not exactly how it..." Flynn began but didn't get very far.
"He filled the Chalice with the Impaler's blood sprouting into the night and drank from it until he inherited all his powers!"
"That, no, okay, first of all? That is disgusting, you have some of the facts really backwards there, and..."
"That one?" The pack leader pointed at Flynn with such rude incredulity that Flynn couldn't help but purse his lips, bristling. "Don't be ridiculous. Look at him! That guy couldn't bite a cow if bored teenagers had already pushed it over!"
"Well, I'm not risking it!"
"You're not going anywhere!"
As the argument between the wolves unfolded Flynn realized that this wasn't getting him anywhere. After watching them for an awkward moment he just tried the first thing that came to mind – bringing up his hands, baring his fangs and snarling like Simone had done when she had given him a heart attack. These guys still had hearts that were beating. Maybe it worked on them, too.