Silver eyes sparkled when they saw the poor, poor thing taking in her healing blood.
A swelling in her heart, but not yet bursting; a welling of tears, but not yet falling. For all those that called her names: whore, prostitute, bitch, loser, leg-spreader, monster, devil, worthless, and everything in between... for all those that saw her as some kind of single-use toy...
They did not know her. No, they did not. Polly was a healer. A protector. A lover. No, they did not know her.
Maybe her actions betrayed her intents; she was alluring, flirty and yes, a sensual creature. But beyond that?
Sharp canine teeth bit a lower lip as Assallya drank more and more, reviving, returning to the world of living once again. A sigh she let out, and into her shoulder her chin went, caressing the soft heated skin, from chin to cheek, eyes closed, and golden brown eyebrows slanting away.
Very well then, perhaps she was turned on just a bit by the sight of other females drinking her blood, but very well, beyond being such a sensual creature, she was gold in the heart; she only wanted the best for all she knew. All that she protected.
But of course, she was not all gold. For Polly was part darkness as well; her Other Mother was a daemon afterall.
The blood that Assallya drank, yes, it was an anti-toxin, but it was also a very powerful potion.
Most succubi bodily fluids had an effect upon others. Blood, saliva, and...
other feminine fluids had an effect upon mortals. Yes, most succubi had an alluring, hypnotic effect upon mortals, but it was their blodily fluids that sealed mortals fates as 'lover slaves.'
And Polly was no exception. Her blood was intoxicating and influenced others that drank it to become her friend--
Another coy smirk and sly wink she bestowed upon Assallya.
--or obsessively loyal to her.
Polly had no idea how this blonde beauty would react to her once fully revived, but whatever the case the throbbing desire to cure and save this lovely creature elf was her utmost desire right now.
Some larger random stones she grabbed near Assallya's visage and cast aside. A loud clanging sound rang out as the large stones hit an errant shield and bounce away. If no other noticed her, then for certain they noticed her now.
From the corner of her eye, she spied one that noticed her.
A large, and shaggy frame it had, and imposing was its predatory aura. Perhaps it did not salivate, but it did not need to drool for her to gauge its intent. It was a gigantic wolf, complete with giant teeth and an even bigger appetite afterall.
The blood-letting ended.
Polly slowly slinked into a standing position, chin lowered, golden locks obscuring her pouty visage. Both hands held low at her shapely hips, yet still tense, claws gripping invisible but intense spheres. It was her utmost desire to protect.
Both claws flicked upward and instantly her hands, horns and wings burned aglow with waves upon waves of golden flames. Polanitia looked like a demon, but her magic was of the heavenly kingdoms. Any that stared upon her now could very well be momentarily blinded with such an instantaneous insertion of light in the pitch of the catacombs.
"Hola, Senior Lobo Grande..." her voice tinkled now with the chimes of the angelic ethereal,
"I am called Polanitia LaFontaine DeFuego. And I cannot let you eat her. She is wounded but she is protected. She is mi amiga, okay? Okay.
"Sexy too, no?" That coy smirk and sly wink shone upon the immense wolf.
"Pero, no, Senior Lobo Grande, no. You will not eat her..."
Silver eyes darkened as she steeled herself for the fight. Long neck stretched to the left, then stretched to the ri--
--a lanky, single eyed monstrosity roared in from the darkness and leapt at the giant wolf. It had its own dinner plans, and such foolish creatures would not so impetuously interrupt its first full meal in such a long, long, while.
"OOOOOooohh!!! Plot twist, folks!" screeched out the Narrator's voice, setting Polly to cringe in response, "The hunter-ess just became the hunted-eress! WHOO-HOOO!"
Those with keen hearing may have heard the crowd feverishly ''WHOO-HOO'' in response.
But regardless, the single eyed ogre still attacked, swiping away, claws and frothing mouth aimed towards the flank of Anna, hoping to flip the she-wolf upward and tear into the softer underbelly.
"Mine dinner! Away! Away, you furry devil-bitch!" screeched the lanky, yet muscular flailing monstrosity,
"MIIIIIIINEEEEE!!!!"