POISON____OPEN!

[Sivoncé™]

The she-wolf whimpered alone, her pelt toussled in the fierce winds. The first flakes of winter tumbled down from the skies. Tears leaked from the corners of her wild, green eyes, a mixture of confusion and madness harbored there. Amoret stared blankly in front of her, unmoving except for the tremor than had her body in a constant shiver. Occasionally, her crys would grow louder, but for the most part, her grief remained a quiet sob.

Neveria was almost unfazed by the spectacle of Amoret. Or she would've been if the female had let up. Amoret was taken from the free-roamer lands approximately two and a half moons ago. Neveria figured she'd been here for close to six. Of course, there had been the nightmares -- she still had nightmares -- of Freya, shining white with angel wings, spattered in blood, but even those had lost their former terror. Nothing seemed all that terrifying now. Not now, that she was still alive and breathing. Barely alive, but her heart still beat. Still, she winced visibly at Amoret's distraught weeping.
"Shut up," she groaned. "Shut up, shut up shut up you little coward!"
Amoret recoiled suddenly, eyes wide and wavering on Neveria, as if she had wounded her. Neveria looked on without remorse, a spark of fury starting in her eyes.
The poison had set in the former Yozoran neophyte.

[♫Flisk♫]

((So...they poisoned a random wolf...okay? I think that a Mistie should barge in and do something evil. Or Tria...mwahaha. Or Bain. xD))

Flisk sat in a corner of the cave, his head bowed. By now you could see his ribs, they stuck out from the thin skin covered with scraggly fur like a sore thumb. He sighed. He knew in his heart that nothing could ever grow worse. He was a shell of his former self. He had been able to talk to others, to laugh, to smile. He'd even had the strength to bounce and jump and play all day as a neophyte. But now, at (Idk how old he is, i'll make it up) only 8 moons old, Flisk sat unmoving. He was exhausted each and every moment of his life, with hardly any food coming to him. The screams from the stupid new wolf Amoret were just an annoying side noise. Flisk heard the agony in them, but he had too much despair to care. With a flash, all of his self control was gone.

Tears fell to the floor. Sobs racked his body, the scars from the Blood Mist wolves stretching with each breath. Flisk whined in pain and sunk to the floor. He closed his eyes, feeling them fill with water. His stomach was twisted, old sack of nothing. His tongue was dry and he hadn't the strength to even hardly move. He crawled closer over to Neveria, shivering. Outside small flakes of snow fell. Flisk stood next to her, rubbing his pelt against hers. This was the only way to stay warm. With a pang in his heart he remembered the wolf he would always love, Trianna.

With that the sobs came back and he fell to the floor in a heap of wet, cold, nothingness. His life was a hole of misery, yet he somehow craved to live. He somehow wanted to make himself useful, even if it was for the good of evil. He shook his head for a second and prodded Amoret, shushing her softly. With a heave, he lifted himself onto his paws and stumbled to the base of the cave where the gaurds sat. Wincing at the sight of their evil eyes, backed into the safety of the cave, but called out ever so weakly.

"Tria...oh...please be okay."

His frusteration built quickly and he yelped out before collapsing into a heap again.

"OH, WE'RE NEVER GONNA GET OUT!"

Stifling a sob, he rushed out of the cave and collapsed in the snow. He lifted his head as he struggled to his paws at the paws of the evil wolves before him. With a sigh, he surrendered.

"I give up...you won. I'm not going to struggle anymore. I won't run away. You Blood Mist wolves are good at being what you are. You've taken everything from me. My friends, my personality, my strength, my love, everything. Gone...like the wind. I'll do what you say, just please let me do anything...I'm so tired of being the prisoner, I don't want to be a prisoner anymore...please...get your leader...get Bain, get anybody! I can't take it...just...don't kill me...but I can't stand staying in the cave any longer. I'll be a 'freakin Blood Mist. I don't care about good or evil. You stripped all my morals from me. I'm done. Your wish is my command."

He bowed his head and wobbled on his paws, but stayed upright.

[Sivoncé™]

(Figuratively And idk...Tria's not like...woo Blood Mist! She actually believes Bain is just trying to lead the Yozorans in a normal matter...she isn't totally aware yet. I want them to meet...but....hm. Maybe we should get a third person involved here and we can see where the thread goes? Something will happen, I just don't know what yet )

Cringing against the frigid rock, Amoret's entire being shivered under Neveria's heartless stare. She knew the lay of the land enough to understand that this wolf, like Flisk, had not been born into this life. They'd been tortured into such magnificent, consuming hatred that all sense of their elder self had been diminished in the ire they now harbored in their hearts. This was why Amoret feared. Sure, the pain wasn't precisely an asset, but when Amoret blinked across towards Neveria, there was not a hint of a tame wolf in her. Amoret had never been tame, either, but she'd also never been hateful. She crumpled to the frozen earth, frozen with paranoia. In a few months, I'll be exactly like her.

A growl pulsed from her maw almost unconsciously; Neveria was snarling at the whelp, the rodent, the scum that whined and wallowed uselessly just strides away. Amoret was bad enough, at least the freak's resolve was shattering. Her black eyes zeroed in on Flisk, a dark, humorless laugh cascading from her lips. "Oh, Flisk. So...so pathetic! To think that my sister....well, she's no sister of mine anymore, that's for sure!"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((I guess I’ll go ahead and throw one of my BloodMisties in here, then ^^)

Distraught caterwauls sang from the cavern, shattering the chilled winter air with their unearthly melody. It was not an abnormal occurrence—nor a concerning one, for that matter. The lone sentinel of the cavern, a great beast of a wolf, Macabre, barely acknowledged the ruckus that erupted from within. One ear quivered, and the commotion was dismissed. They’re acting up. Expected.
Then, quite out of the blue, Flisk had exploded out of captivity, collapsing in a fit of sobs and a pledge of obedience. Macabre simply turned and stared at the wolf, mute as ever, and blinked absently.Good for you, prisoner. But you need to stay in your cell.
Macabre rose to his paws, approaching the weakened male, and nudged him forcefully in the direction of the cave.
“Well, hold on there, you big oaf!”
Macabre paused as a she-wolf entered the scene. Lifting her head, the nearby Kill narrowed her eyes at her BloodMist companion. “You mindless beast, don’t you know how to entertain yourself? It’s been so painfully boring as of late… and didn’t you hear the whelp? C’mon, have some fun—let the brat speak!”
Macabre lifted his head, studying Kill carefully before sitting, looking down at the male below. He somewhat noticed that the other captives were beginning to stir noise, but decided to ignore them. Let Kill have her ‘entertainment’… I don’t care enough about these wolves in any case.

[Sivoncé™]

( )

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like a party! Looks like fun!" The word 'fun' sizzled in the air. Parting the gorse as he came, Regulus shouldered his way over to his Blood Mist counterparts. A wicked smirk gleamed on his maw. His eyes danced as they moved from prisoner to prisoner, each trapped in their own sort of internal torment. The vast wolf shrugged his shoulders in a stretch, muscle rolling beneath his pelt.
"Well, in any case," he resumed, as if he'd been present the entire time, "If they try and run away, Kill and I could handle it. If you're not up for catching a few runaway puppies, Macabre, then by all means, shove 'em back in the barrel!" Cackling euphorically, the beast eyed Macabre with the hint of a challenge.

Neveria instinctively flinched back as more Blood Mist emerged into their captive clearing. Her eyes darted nervously from Kill to Macabre, and then widened in fright as Regulus sauntered over. Some of her old nature was roused by the sight of these demons -- the terrifying memory of Freya's murder reawakened in her thoughts.
"Flisk, think. You want to escape...but what if there's nothing to escape to? My family was the largest the Yozorans had ever had...we consisted of nine directly linked wolves. To my knowledge, three of us remain alive in the Yozoran pack, and with my mother dead, I doubt my father will last all that long. The pack has strong warriors, but that knocks out a decent chunk. Who knows what's happened with leadership now that we're gone, and--"
"--what are we whispering about?" The spidery, marred form of Snare crouched beside them in the darkness. Her eyes were wild with glee, rolling around in crazed pleasure. Neveria slowly drew away from her, walking backwards towards the other Blood Mist wolves...

[♫Flisk♫]

Flisk sniffled lightly, the wind whisking through his black fur. It ruffled lightly, and he struggled into a sitting position. His ribs showed clearly through his fragile skin as he turned to and fro. A sudden eruption of activity seemed to be attracted to him. Neveria was tsk tsking at him again, but he really didn't care. Let her rot away and try and be "brave" and "loyal", but he knew one thing. He was done with trying to be anything. He was a slave, one that would do anything for a scrap of meat or a breath of fresh air. Flisk, usually a shy wolf, would kill to be free or feel a little happiness. Kill...

Speaking of killing...or Kill, her and Macabre had suddenly come closer. Flisk, young and still a puppy tried his hardest not to cringe at Kill's comment. He didn't care. Maybe a little pain would wisen him up. ...I'm thinking like a Blood Mist. He knew in his heart that he was adapting their ways, just not this much. Shaking his head, he turned as another wolf came. Regulus. Flisk couldn't help but cringe at the familliar face. He held a permanent flinch on his face, eyes squinted and muzzle screwed up to the side. And then Snare, a creepy, psycotic looking wolf appeared. Flisk sighed and listened to each of them in turn speak. He replied, holding himself together and speaking flatly, the tone of a battered prisoner who had given up.

"...I don't care what you do to me. Just don't kill me. Somehow...I have a will to live. And Regulus...your right. I have nothing to go back to. I don't even know if Tr- my pack are even worrying about me. I suppose I shouldn't call them my pack anymore...technically I belong to nobody. But...please...I'm so tired of sitting around. I'll do anything to get out...to go anywhere. I don't care. Anything."

Flisk bowed his head for a moment and tried his hardest not to make eye contact with Regulus.

[Sivoncé™]

Vivacious fire flickered in Regulus' searing eyes. "Well then....you want to move, child? Then you're gonna have to learn how to fight like us, how to hunt like us, how to speak like us -- you wanna move, you move like Blood Mist!" Regulus hissed, his maddening glee never failing to light his face. He pivoted on his heels, eyes darting excitedly to the others. "So, little miss Neveria here believes the Yozorans shoud be easy prey...why not give it a try, eh?" He wiggled his eyebrows at his comrades, maw brimming with a contagious grin.

Neveria shrank closer to the ground at the sound of her name. He can't be serious, can he? They won't actually....but they already have attacked us before, ugh! Neveria stared with dead eyes as Regulus roped others in with his idea. This is all my fault....I should've...but Flisk is right...there is no escape anymore.... Obediantly, Neveria bowed her head...none would see the leak of tears she cried for the remainder of her pack, or for her two remaining sisters...

"Hahahaha! It's beautiful, let's do it!" Snare bobbed her head enthusiastically, inching closer and closer to Flisk all the while.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“A little play date with the Yozorans? Brilliant! I was just beginning to think that things were getting dull around here.” Kill chuckled pleasantly, playful giggles buzzing from her throat. She leaned into a stretch, smiling cunningly and flashing a glance toward Flisk. “But what to do with the runt… maybe we should give the guy a little test run with the Yozorans.” A taunting smirk slid onto her features. “What d’ya say, scamp? Want to take a little jog ‘round Yozoran territory?”

Macabre stared at Regulus, his solemn expression fixed in place throughout the conversation. Slowly, he turned his gaze to Flisk, and quietly looked on. Regulus and Kill… both of you need to learn to be quiet sometimes. At the very least, you must learn to savor in silence, you insolent pests.
In any case, I wonder… would this pup attempt to escape? Or has he been worn down to the point of obedience? He narrowed his eyes. Hmm…

[♫Flisk♫]

Flisk nodded quickly, head bobbing up and down. His skinny little body was limp and would have fallen had it not been for his paws. His black fur ruffled in the breeze again, a tangled mess. Blood stains covered him everywhere, crusted over and scarred. With a sniff, Flisk knew that only one thing would maybe change his mind. Maybe. Trianna. He wondered what he would do if he was forced to fight her. Run? He didn't know. With a quiet growl of excitement, Flisk got up to his paws.

"Yeah...let's go!"

He felt evil flowing through him. Nothing mattered anymore but being one of the Blood Mist. If you can't beat 'em...join 'em. Flisk stretched and waited for the other wolves to lead the way.

[Sivoncé™]

Snorting, Regulus rolled his eyes with a toss of his giant head. "Right, lead them right back home to mommie and watch them scamper away and tell everyone where we're camping out. That'd be just brilliant. Maybe if it was another pack we were attacking...but even then, what's to stop them from disappearing in the heat of battle?" His eyes settled cruelly on Flisk, unyielding. "Yet..." he paced around the clearing, musing cheerfully, "Yet, we now go to take a good hit out of the Yozoran pack. Pretty soon, this pack will be no more, or at least they'll be enough of them in their graves to make the Yozorans meaningless to these two. If they run....they'll be in their graves, too. Simple as that, isn't it?" He eyed Macabre meaningfully. Snare snickered behind him, bumping her shoulder against Flisk's.
"What do you say, packmate?" This set off another round of hysterical giggles.

"Maybe we could break a deal, eh?" Regulus wondered aloud. "Say, however many Yozorans you kill is the number you get to save...kill one, bring one back here with you....we've got numbers, but we need the youth. As immortal as the better part of us appear to be, we've got to put down roots if we want Blood Mist to be a true reality...."

(I feel a battle thread coming on....?)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((hell yeah you do—time for blood! :3))

Kill nodded eagerly, casting an admiring glance at Regulus as he formulated a system to further drown the pack loyalties of the captured wolves. “An exchange system? Ha! I love it!” The crazed fae leaned toward Flisk, eyes shining. “And hey, kill the Yozoran Alpha, and you can save two of your little friends!” At least, kill the Alpha before I get to him… if you can.
She licked her lips, flexing her toes in anticipation.
This should be interesting… I mean, there’s no guarantee that the Yozorans that are rescued will be any good. Some won’t be able to handle BloodMist. She laughed privately. Best let the kid pick and choose himself.

Macabre felt Regulus’ eyes tracing him, and the brute quickly diverted his gaze. Sounds like we are picking a fight. Finally, enough talking… time for something to show my skills. Tired of waiting… let’s do something already.