C A T C H m e i f y o u {C A N} (Ari/Des/Tux/Siv)

[Sivoncé™]

The trek out towards the mountains was a silent one, but Breeze could feel the unwavering stare of the beast boring into the back of her head. A head that was about to explode from the effort of trying to wrest her thoughts on a plan that would get her out of here alive.
It was a struggle that was absolutely fruitless.
Among other things that were speeding down the highways of the young neophyte's head, she'd been surprised by the appearence of the spirit, or rather living, solid wolf. He was very much a live thing, not like some other wolves had expected. Spirit was definitly not the right word.
He had a heartbeat. A low, slow, sluggish one, but it was definitly there if you listened for it. It was a lethargic thudding, a foreboding noise that went with the wolf's dark appearence. The mists did not part around him, just as they did not part around Breeze. However, they seemed to almost caress his sott-stained skin as he passed, distant whisperings and cursings of Hellfire murmuring luck to their minion. It sickened her greatly.
And what was the point of even trying to hide it anymore? She'd been padding towards the mountains for about an hour now, but she already knew it was not the right direction, as his venemous stare had suddenly a new, blunter threat than the last one. And yet, why didn't he just kill her now? She was far enough from home that they wouldn't be able to find him by the time they reached her body, even if they did reach her body. And at that, the Destinians would not catch him. He would steer clear of the area until he could find a gang to come with him and take out some more of her brethen. He was cowardly enough not to be able to face her noble pack...
Or maybe he just knows he couldn't fight a whole pack alone.
She tried not to look behind her, so instead, her ears were perked, probably the only sense that would be truly reliable out in the middle of nowhere anyway. The white mists stretched far and wide, coating everything her eyes would normally capture on the distant horizons. It was hard to ignore the sound of her captor's rancid exhale, but she forced her ears to strain hard for any faint pawstpes.
Pawsteps that could be her saviors....
or pawsteps of death, thumping forth on the misted ground, coming to get her.

Fireflight's patrol had picked up the trail, and now the fiery alphess was on her way, leading them through territories that did not belong to the Destinians. Though it was a faint, hard to capture trail, it was still there, most likely because it was a fresh one. Fireflight tried her best to pushthe fear back, but it was biting her sharply like the soon-to-come frosts. She looked back at the others, nodding to continue.
And hour on the trail, and though it was easy to follow due to the recent marks, Fireflight feared they would find nothing of Svel's daughter. Or worse.....what they could possibly find at the end of the trial.

[Destiny]

It was like a dark cloud of foreboding, it loomed ahead as if to say 'Turn back, be spared'. What was so horrible? What would they find if they continued to follow this scent trail, faint as it was. Would the silver proeliator's daughter be alive still? Or would they find something worse then a dead wolf, because there were worse things that could happen to Breeze, way out here. Much, much worse things.

Though brute was bringing up the rear, or at least he was supposed to be, pace was brisk. Worry lines might have existed somewhere on his face had he been able to show any. Gaze drifted over everything it could find, attacked anything that looked like it might be a wolf. There was no particular reason to do this, all they had to do was follow Breeze's scent trail. It would lead them straight to her.

Svel was keeping pace with Fireflight. The urge to lurch ahead of the other's was strong, and it was probably noted in the way she restrained herself. Held back the speed that ached to come forth, the muscles and legs that wanted to pump as fast and hard as they could. The adrenaline flowing through her was like an electric current. My daughter. My daughter. My daughter. However the wolf would not do that, she had to much respect for the young alphess who led the patrol.

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Back in the Destinian Camp Fyren howled out to the wolves that were present, or close enough to hear. "Breeze has gone missing, possibly taken by another wolf. Fireflight has led a patrol consisting of herself, Svel, Sothis, Edward and Athena out to search for her. When they will return is unknown," Feeling rather important, and pleased with her little speech, the fae's tail tip twitched a tad.

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[Ärï]

Every sense seemed to be hyperactive as Athena trekked along beside Edward, Firelight and Sevel ahead of her with Sothis in the rear. Her sensitive ears strained to hear anything that might suggest that they were close; Breeze's heartbeat or her pawsteps. Anything. The hellfire wolf was beyond what Athena could hear since he was dead, he was a ghost in their realm and made no sound lest they spoke. The blinded wolfess moved warily, fur bristled and sightless eyes worried. Anything she couldn't hear alarmed her. She feared water because below it you had no direction, no sound, no air. What was not to fear? With these wolves she had an enemy she could not only not see and not smell but also she could not hear it. She hated it. It made her feel handicapped, helpless, lost.

A shiver rolled down Athena's spine as she paused, searching the breeze for Breeze's scent. This was her fault, regardless of if anyone blamed her or not. If she had kept better track of Breeze, been more alert, listened to her instincts about that area. This wouldn't have happened. If she had been able to see the warning signs she would have known to take Breeze and get away from the Oak Woods. Now she was merely the blind tag-along hoping to fix things. How could they fight a wolf that was already dead? How could she attack what she didn't know was there? A damp cold seemed to be seeping into Athena's bones, chilling her blood and making her shiver. They were getting closer. The instincts and senses of the blind such as Athena were always aware, even among the dead. She sensed it closer but apart from that she was totally lost.

"Firelight" Athena murmured, sightless eyes searching ahead of her as if trying to see through the thick black veil hiding the world from her vision, "they're not far now."

[Sivoncé™]

Fireflight's ears twitched at Athena's words, but she remained silent. Instead of speaking, she slowed her pace to a stealthy prowl, scenting the air for anything that would give away the location of the young neophyte. Her eyes were narrowed, searching the mists for any sign of wolves. Breeze's aroma was indeed getting stronger, a sign that kicked up a small, shimmering sparkler of hope within Fireflight. Perhaps we're not too late. She can't be too far now -- by Twilight! What is that stench?! She wrinkled her nose as wafts of something dead and decaying were whisked into her nostrils -- only this scent was worse than that of something dead. It wasn't the smell of something dead. It was the scent of something rotting. "I think we're coming up on them...." Fireflight whispered to the others. "Svel, take Athena and Edward. Sothis and I will come up from a northern direction and attack. As soon as we have....it....distracted, you can spring in." She decided swiftly, the two scents almost tangible. They had to be close;; perhaps only twenty feet away; dark shapes lingered not far off.

Breeze had gotten used to the smell, too, that swathed her captor. It wasn't the smell of something dead, exactly, but rather the scent of something that was dead. Because he most certainly was not dead anymore. And who knew, really, if he even could be dead again? His pawsteps came to a sudden halt behind her ; they had reached the base of the mountains. Breeze swallowed hard, then turned to face him, eyes no longer sharp with her previous facade. Her eyes did not linger on the demonic frame of such a brute for long; they shifted to the forms moving steadily closer in the distance. She could not yet make out their markings, nor could she scent them as the breeze was away from her and the soot was too difficult to work against.
Either it's help....or....
it's the black parade waiting to claim me.