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Kizuka growled low under her breath, tail snapping back and forth as she marched along. Ragnvard had tried to order her about like a thrall, and it hadn't been the first time either. She had lost her temper and yelled at him, and when that hadn't worked, she had lashed out at him, provoking a fight that had been short but extremely violent. As a result she was ignoreing the not so small wounds where his fangs and claws had torn into her flesh. He hadn't Managed a killing blow but the wounds that littered her body were sore enough that it made her bad temper even worse, along with the knowledge that she would be unable to go a-viking until her injuries had healed. Her only comfort was the fact that the Captain now carried his own assortment of fresh wounds and he would be hurting as much as she was right now.

Nevertheless, the thought of being stuck in the pride while she healed was maddening. Which was why she was out here, following the line of the pride's boarder. She needed to clear her head, which required being away from the reavers and general crowd of the pride, but she wasn't stupid enough to go too far from the forest edge, as there were many rogues out there that would love the chance for vengeance against an injured Stormborn, and she doubted they would care whether or not the stormborn they found was actually the one that had attacked them or not. After all, it wasn't as if the pride didn't give them a million and one good reasons for desiring revenge.

Huffing out a breath she slowed her pace, fighting the limp that her torn front paw was causing. Distraction...... That was what she needed.

The sudden appearance of the giant behind her didn't provoke a startled reaction. As moments before his booming voice had tried to shatter her eardrums, she had felt that familiar prickle down her spine, a warning of danger headed her way that she had paid for in blood and pain over the years. So instead she turned, her automatic reaction to attack held back by restraint and hard worn experience. Though the snarl that wrinkled her muzzle in warning was very much in evidence as the sound rumbled harshly in her throat.

Pale eyes raked the giant up and down, flicking over the large fire-traced wings and down the huge dark body to watch the grass sizzle and die where he stood. Looking back up she met his fire-bright gaze squarely and without any fear showing in her own. "Who are you?" She demanded, standing firm despite the very strange sight that persisted before her. She had never met an actual God before, though of course she had heard of them, her pride revered several after all. Though she had never though that one would actually seek her out. Turning her head slightly to peer at him from one side she didn't think that the giant winged stranger was any of the gods she had heard off. At least not from the vague impression she had of the ones the pride named their own.

"Maybe attention is exactly what I desire. A victim to rip apart and sate my anger upon." She retorted sharply, though some of the fury had bled away from her voice as thoughts of her hated Captain shriveled and died before the curious appearance of the God. For he was certainly for more interesting that Ragnvard at present, even if dreaming up ways for Ragnvard to die painfully was a favored hobby of hers..

"What do you want?"

She snorted as he issued his threats, Ignoreing the tingle that raced down her spine and made the fur along her back stand on end. It wasn't fear... not exactly, it was something else, an awareness of danger that made her paws itch to unsheathing her claws in readiness for the fight. She was a Stormborn all the way to her core, it simply didn't even occur to her that running away was an option, even when faced with a being as terrible as this. Instead she delighted in the rush of sensation, a lust that was born of battle but could be slaked in other ways. Yet still despite the distraction (and such a distraction as was the spectacle of the god before her) her hatred burned bright and feverish within her, almost as if this being's very nearness was drawing it all up, adding fuel to the fire of her rage. A rage that was so deeply embedded in her it was as if he were calling to the very core of her. Instead of making her fear him, the closer he drew towards her the taller she stood, her rage being the fuel of her spirit, her hunger for the fight.

"I am Kizuka, Reaver of the Myrsky Syntynyt." She replied without thinking, a question answered and thus forgotten. Just as her earlier words of seeking a victim to sate her fury upon. It had been a sharp tongued quip, though true despite that, and not actually aimed at the giant God before her, just a statement of fact, for even injured she knew she would be able to best a simple rogue. Failure was not something she ever considered an option.

As the giant paced towards her, his words once again reminding her of her hated Captain and causing that same fury to boil back up within her breast. Ignoreing the small voice in the back of her mind that suggested messing with a God wasn't a good idea she moved closer to him, closing what remained of the space between them. Her gaze remained firmly on his face, her own smirk answering his grotesque smile. "I see no victim here." She replied, her already rough voice dropping in timbre, muzzle wrinkling with her devil's grin. Her hatred shone in moon-white eyes as she stood before him, hatred for a lion she could not kill except within her own mind, for Ragnvard was simply stronger and fought dirtier than her. Her hatred, made greater by the presence of the God, banished all other thought. For here was a means to an end she craved. She would not turn away from it. "Show me."

She saw the sudden flair of his power, the painful brightness that lay hidden as if just out of sight. It reminded her of the roaring mountains that spat forth fire and booming thunder. Was he a God of those mountains? The thought flicked through her thoughts only briefly, a moment of consideration that was instantly forgotten. She cared not as to his origins, only that he was stood there before her, a creature the likes of which she had never before encountered, one of such power that she knew, if she stayed too close for too long, it would be all too easy for her to loose her very self within it. But for this moment, it was too tempting to resist, the draw he possessed, the temptation of him, both his power and the chance of something different.

Glancing up as his wing stretched out above her, blocking out the sky and plunging her world into smoke-filled shadows, she returned his grin. Pale eyes fixed on him as her sly smile deepened with possibility. There was so much to tell, a take of deceit, betrayal and evil so great it almost defied belief. It was the tale of a Captain and his lust for power. A tale she knew far too well.

His words alternately made her growl in anger and snort with derision. "I wish it with all my heart." She returned darkly, pale eyes flashing. She knew she had no hope of besting ragnvard. The male was far bigger and stronger than her. Though if she caught him asleep..... but then there was that thrall of his, the white one he beat up daily. She slept in the entrance to his den so... getting in would be difficult. And his other thrall was a seer, would she see the danger of such a plan and warn him?

Shaking her head she muttered under her breath before glancing once more at the giant beside her. The sight of him made her grin. Her fur still smoked slightly from where they had been pressed together. And she was fairly certain the smell of him, of fire and brimestone and violence, would linger on her for days. The thought of it annoying Ragnvard in their next dual pleased her, though not as much as the last little while. With a flick of her tail she stetched out on her side and relaxed, though the smirk that curled across her muzzle remained. Who knew, maybe she wouold carry a piece of the God with her, a new oppertunity with which to plot Ragnvard's downfall. Her grin widened as her eyes narrowed in dark pleasure. Yes, that would work out very nicely indeed.