Lavi was known to engage in battle with a grin in his face. Be it akuma or human beings, a taunting smirk would tug on his lips. With the Noah, however, that faded into a blank mask often shattered to a deep snarl underneath. Too many crimes against innocents. Against comrades. Against his own self. It was that mask that he now looked through, at Scott. Green eyes cold like grass on a icy dawn fixated upon the Alpha. Both a warning, and an advice. " I'll ask, then. How long d'you think y' can keep yer 'friend' safe from me." That hunter would have to fight someone else from her kind this time around. See how she likes to bleed.
⊰ ☾ ⊱~; The bitter taste of metal was coating the back of his throat, the hole which was still leaving a little gap open from when Allison's arrow pierced the tender flesh, refused to heal up as any other wound he had received over the years. And not to brag about that, the lycan had his fair share of near-death experiences that would have left a normal person in pieces by now. This tho, this felt as if a foreign force was keeping the void open, eating away every cell which tried to heal up and become whole again.
Derek's mind was running all over the place as he tried to calm his body down, the rush of adrenalin still leaving traces behind that made his muscles twitch. With his eyes closed, he didn't need to see the redhead's expression to know this, the other male started to slowly slip away, leaving behind only a coldness so biting that when the wolf reached out to take hold of his friend...it felt as if fire gazed his skin for a little second. This physical pain was nothing compared to the fear and agony that he knew he would feel if Lavi slipped away in ways that no amount of strength and arms he would possess, could bring him back.
Finally, tho, his own, shaky fingers, were able to hook themselves in the redhead's sleeve, then with a gentle tug on it Derek was able to feel the tender, icy skin. Eyes slowly opening he tried to swallow, but it didn't help as just more crimson oozed out of his body, leaving a horrid sketch of agony behind as more life was drained outta him. "Mo......sh..." Mountain ash, that is what prevented him from getting better. The undead hunter must have coated her weapon in it, knowing very well that it would prove fatal for a supernatural being; keeping the will of the one who wielded it. One was for sure, Allison still wanted him dead, their families spilled so much of each other's blood...and it was never enough. It was so tiring, this endless cycle of hatred and rage which flew through their veins like poison, driving them mad, driving anyone mad.
Trying, he really did try, to offer his old companion a wide smile; failed. Lips quivered as if he were a toddler about to start to cry, not that this was his intention."'s fine...."