She ignored him.<br/><br/>Now this was amusing, M'Gul thought as he lifted his bestial, mutated head, concealed under wraps and totemic carved pieces of wood that rattled as he moved or the wind screamed along his shaggy, pestilent frame. The hulk stared up at the Dragoness, or rather, the Half-Breed. Screaming another diversonary bellow, as if saying 'Your own time shall come'; the minotaur imagined if he would also be the one to visit the particularly proud and vain female's insides. Why not?<br/><br/>But instead of staying around for much, the creature suddenly lowered himself to crouch as he swung one of his massive arms, as thick as tree trunks, to envelop it around the also distracted Sidhe's waistline. She felt curiously cool, if not even cold to the touch, making his reeking fur mat down wetly. With a single groan, he announced his capture with another plain word.<strong> "Mine."</strong>Caring not if she would scream or trash of right, the beast held her tight over his shoulder, as if throwing her over like hunted game.<br/><br/>And then, he left. Left even the village, holding his prey and taking long strides into the Woods.