A/N: Okay everyone, an announcement. School just started so my updates may be a bit late, due to my difficult classes (I'm 'gifted' in more ways than one; insanity plus a different thinking style, making me figure things out faster and thus getting better grades).
Hence the week-late update.
Disclaimer: I own naught Fairy Tail, only the idea and... words you find here.
Nothing could be compared to the tigress's anger at that moment. Later on, stories would be told of the fearsome beast who's hatred rolled off her in waves; smothering those around her in a suffocating, black aura.
Lucy wasn't pleased, not at all. Would you be, after the one you had grown up with, claimed you, and then been exiled from the clan came to your home and burnt it down, along with lives that were the future of the near-extinct tigers? No.
This is the last straw. I will not stand by and allow this to continue. He will die. As the Goddess of this clan, I will hunt him down and execute him myself. In front of a crowd, to gain the worst humiliation know to living beings, Lucy growled mentally.
The golden tigress took one leap from the boulders and landed halfway down the mountain. She loped the rest of the way, her easy strides turned stiff with anger. When she reached the base of the mountain, her teammates could see that her gleaming, sharp claws were unsheathed and digging into the charred soil.
Without pausing to acknowledge the four, the heiress raised her right paw and brought her claws down on her left leg. The blood that immediately welled up at the wound splattered on the ground, sinking into the dirt and turning it a sickening dark-red-almost-black color.
As soon as her jagged wounds were swallowed by the golden light and healed, the same golden glow rose from the bloodstain and traveled around the mountains, forming a golden wall that soon dissipated.
Stiffly, Lucy turned and stalked back the direction in which the came, only turning back once to let out a deep, anger filled growl, "Come." Although surprised, her team followed without hesitation.
The entire journey home, the tigress spoke not one word. No matter how much she was cajoled, coaxed, teased or asked, she stayed silent. The explanation of her actions were only going to be told once, and the clan was who deserved to know the most.
Though concerned for their half-bred friend, Team Natsu could do nothing but watch the stiff movement the tigress made. Her body language was quite easy to read. The fur along her back stood stiff, her tail lashed from side to side, her head was below her shoulders, ears pressed back, as her lips were pulled back in a snarl.
She walked through the guild doors like that, her menacing aura attracting plenty of stares. The tigers, who had been completely healed by Wendy, had expected her anger but were no less surprised.
Nova alone moved forward, asking as he went, "Why the declaration of war?" Despite his rejection, the feelings he held for the golden tigress had not abated. In fact, they grew. He would throw his life on the line for Lucy, as long as she stayed safe. This was no different.
Without answering, Lucy stalked forward until she was standing in front of the bar, where everyone could see her. "Why the declaration of war, you ask? Simple. He came back. He killed Ramnarine, and started the fire in order to kill everyone. He killed his own brother's cubs, for God's sake!" Her voice turned sharp with anger.
Kishan raised shocked eyes to the Goddess, as did Jade. "He did it?! My brother killed my children?!" he growled in surprise. His fur began to stand on end, teeth bared.
Ririn stood and wailed, "Nii-san's evil!" Levy wrapped her arms around the young's tigress's neck, whom she had taken a liking to. The pink-furred tiger quieted and moved closer to 'Fairy Tail's Resident Bookworm'.
"He learned magic then?" Nova inquired, taking the whole situation as a matter of business.
"Apparently so. From now on, if anyone is to see him, he will be captured immediately and brought to me. He will not be given another chance," Lucy growled.
The tigers respectfully bowed their heads, knowing full well the meaning behind her words.
Once found, Dhiren Karys will be put to death.
The scarred man walked back to the place he hung out at. It wasn't just another bar, no, it was a guild. He casually strolled over to where his friends sat, sitting beside them and getting the strongest alcohol the building could provide.
"You did want you wanted?" one of his friends asked. He was young looking, with spiky blond hair and a scar on the right side of his face, as well as an earring in his left ear.
"Yeah," the man replied gruffly, unable to hide his smirk.
"What's with the smirk?" his other friend asked. He looked about the same age as the first friend, but her had black hair and a monotonous expression.
"Heh. There's no need to know."
"Who gives a shit, anyway? With you, Dhiren, we'll win the Grand Magic games for sure!" the blonde exclaimed.
A/N: GUESS WHO~
