C.u.t. away the p.i.e.c.e.s.

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It's time for answers.
Livid, muddled brown eyes glared at the sleeping figure in the den. She still smelled of hated Destinian -- oh yes, she hated them. They were the pretenders. They were the ones so filled with hatred that they could fake love looking in your eyes and then slit your goddamn throat. She might have their blood inside of her, but she made up for it by spilling the blood of the rest of the reeking roaches. Yes, that's exactly what they were; roaches, the verim of the earth. One by one, she, Assyria, would squash them. Even her brother, Euphrates. Especially Euphrates. And that bitch Fireflight. He might've run away from home years ago, but if it hadn't been for her, he would've come back to them. He wouldn't have turned into such a monster. He wouldn't have hurt her, his sister, on that bloodied battlefield.
Traitor.
But, even as her eyes were raging with bloodlust, there was a serene, euphoric smile upon her russet-hued features. She was now looming over that sleeping figure, claws rapping rythmically on the cavern floor. It was time for answers, it was time for blood. And who better to give her what she wanted than the leader of that fateful assault herself, the presumed beta of the Destinians?
Luaghing softly, Assyria bent down and whispered in the female's ear, "Ready to die, dearest?"

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The fae woke with a start, and stared at the form that stood before her in horrifying silence. The fur on her dorsal spine slowly raised, and her chasms narrowed into slits. She slowly took a few steps away from the fae, and a growl escaped her throat. "I'm not going to tell you anything, bitch."[/i] Were the first words to be spat from her maw. The words were full of venom, and her tone was deadly. She wouldn't stand a chance if this fae decided to attack her. Yet, she wouldn't betray her pack like they had betrayed her. She would stand her ground, and fall only once the life has been wretched from her clutches. But not before then. With a growl, she backed away from the she-devil, audits pinned against her skull tightly.
No...she wouldn't get anything from her.

Yet, another form was seen slinking into the cave. Another one to help with the torture, huh? His soot black fur was seen against the light colors of the cave rock. Gold optics stared at her as if he were intended to devour her with his eyes. Hellfire really didn't want to be here, but he was told to come along with her. To help get answers from the filthy bitch that so foolishly called Assyria a bitch. "So very brave of you to call Assyria a bitch, fae. Perhaps you should do the smart thing, and shut your mouth before your blood is spilled."[/i] His voice was chilling, enough to make BurnNote do what he said.
She stood her ground however, and looked both defiantly in the eyes. If she was going down, she was going down now.

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Assyria's eyes were aflame with hatred and alight with disgust. Snarling poisonoulsy, she raised a forepaws and slashed at BurnNote's cheek. "That'll teach you to speak of me with your filthy tongue! You'll give me what I want, or I'll make you hurt, understand? And you might play it brave and think you can stand the pain, but I have other methods than outright torture. I saw you getting friendly with that Siverian slime before Regulus separated you -- I know how I can make you hurt!" Her chest was heaving, ancitipation quivering in her limbs.
She needed those answers. She needed them now. She took little notice of Hellfire -- she was so absorbed in the lust for blood, to make this one shriek as if she was roasting in the flames of hell. I'll make her hurt.

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Hellfire chuckled, and just lay back. He was here just in case the fae tried to make a break for it.
BurnNote growled softly, glaring daggers at her. "You will not get me to betray my pack, you witch!"[/i]She snarled loudly, audits pinned against her crown. The pain that ripped through her when the fae had slashed her cheek wasn't felt at all. "You don't know how to make me hurt! You couldn't make me hurt. Not when there's nothing left. So, do what you fucking want. You won't get me to tell you anything! I'm not a traitor like some wolves."[/i] She spat the last bit out of her mouth as if it were posion, and she was trying to kill this wretched fae in front of her. She remembered Hellfire. He was the wolf that had taken everything away from her earlier on in her life. She gazed toward him, and it said it all. I will fucking kill you if it's the last thing I do. The thing that really pissed her off?

He just smiled.

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Venom was frothing at her mouth. She could've been rabid, the way she was shedding. She looked, then, more like a wraith of Hellfire than she ever had in her days spent in that hateful realm. Her jaws extended in a gutteral roar. "Tell me, tell me or I'll kill you!" She lunged forward, inches from BurnNote's face, growling with rancide breath. "Tell me if that alpha of yours is pregnant!"

"Somebody's let her monthly visitor get the best of her." A dark chuckle came from behind them. Assyria whipped her head around, snarling instinctively at the dark brute that approached them. His stride was casual, shoulders rolled back, and a small smirk was playing on his maw. "So what is this? Assyria Attempting to Be as Bad as Mommie, take two-hundred and twenty-seven? Give up the act, Assyria. You might be a hag from hell, but let's face it, you'll never be up on her level. It's simply not in you. Now why are you throttling this poor girl? We're supposed to be---"

Assyria turned on him, fangs bared and chest heaving. "You're a traitor! You're going soft on me! You imbicile! I am next in line! No one would want you as their leader! Why the hell should anyone listen to you?"

Regulus yawned, smirk growing wider at her spluttering. "Solitary confinement, dear one. Drives them crazy, don't you know? You're not going to get much out of her this way. And everyone should listen to me. After all," he chuckled, "I am the oldest!"

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BurnNote smirked as she jumped up to her face, and was screaming at her. The only words to escape her maw now? "I'll never tell." They were so full of mockery that you would have thought she was trying to drown the fae in her words. When there was yet another voice, she glanced around the seething fae to see Regulus there. The first thought to run through her mind?
What the hell is he doing?

She didn't know why it had to be like a party in this little cave, just because it was practically getting a little cramped in here. She sighed as if she were bored, head tilting to the side as she watched. Solitary confinement was torture, but she would never speak of that in here. Not to any of these wolves. She cast a glare toward Hellfire once more, and snarled softly. She hated him. She hated his guts.

And Hellfire just smirked again.
Her audits swiveled as she looked at Regulus. I swear that her mouth could have hit the floor. I mean, she had no idea these two wolven were related. She blinked a few times, incredulously at first, before she looked away, and stared into the slate below them.

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Assyria shrieked in fury, her scream reverberating agains thte walls of the den and lashed out at Regulus, who neatly stepped aside. "You might've burned longer in hell than the rest of us, you might've stood by Death's side at the Mirror Stone for all I care, but you don't have my bloodline! I'm pratically royalty next to your filth!"

"Royalty?" His voice was tainted with mockery. "Oh really? Well, we'll see how far that gets you. I'd rather have my wits and my self control than my pride and vanity. This is my prisoner. I'm dealing with her according to pack laws. You haven't been crowned anything yet. And for the record, I've done a hell of a lot more than burn longer than you have. I've also lived longer. Didn't you die after your first year? Didn't even make it to adulthood?" Regulus shook his head in annoyance. "I didn't come here for a childish spar. If your hormones are that bad, go kill a tree! But, as you can see, there's a lot more value in living longer, than being dead longer. Dead gets you nowhere, and it'll get you nowhere closer to whatever answers you seek. Get out of here."

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Hellfire took that as his cue to get the hell out of there as well. He slowly slipped away, as if he had never been there. BurnNote was staring at the spot he had been, eyes nearly burning a hole into the stone. She was silent as the two screamed at each other. Does he really think that solitary confinment would really get her to crack? Ha. He'd have to do alot better than that. She still stared at the fighting duo, wondering when in the world it would all end, if ever. So, she began to hum quietly to herself as she looked over their surroundings.

She didn't exactly like the way he had called her his prisoner, just because it sounded possessive. And she really didn't like that. So, with a sigh she looked down at her paws, wondering when this hell would be over.

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Snorting digustedly, Assyria shoved her way out of the den, her eyes boring into Regulus as she left. "I'm watching you, Regulus. We all are. There's no room for treason in this pack. Especially not at this stage in the game!"

Regulus grunted without emotion. "Your concerns are duly noted and have absolutely no substance whatsoever." He sighed heavily and shrugged his shoulders, and turned slowly back to Burn. Once again, he was smirking smugly. "You wouldn't have lived through that," he said matter-of-factly. "And I never did figure it out. I took you because you were the troublemaker -- the one who initiated the resistence. Are you actually the beta? That'd be one lucky hunch, wouldn't it?"

Now who's trapped in the cave, huh? Now who's all tied up, all bound up in knots and left to hang, hm? She won't push me around anymore, no. She's done for. The young girl giggled joyously to herself. "Oh yes, BurnNote will die!" Across the clearing, in full view of BurnNote's prison, was a young girl who was engaged in a steady conversation with herself as she munched sloppily on the leg of a deer.
Her pelt was tangled and unkempt, but even as her Destiniant scent was fading, no she-wolf was quite like this one. Phobia chuckled and yipped a cheery hello. "Hey BurnNote! Having fun dying?"

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BurnNote glared at him, and said "What makes you think I would ever tell the likes of you? After all, you are the enemy. My life has served it's purpose. If you intend on killing me, I do wish you would stop babbling, and already do it. In fact, I am some what sorry that you stopped her." BurnNotes lyrics were cut off as she heard the cherry call. The voice...
her. The one that got her into this whole mess.

She lunged for the enterence of the cave, a snarl ripping from her form as she saw Phobia. A growl ripped from her throat from deep within her petite frame. "Oh, Phobia. I'm so glad that your still alive so I can kill you once I'm out of this god damned place!" She was pissed. off.

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Before he could stop her, BurnNote was lunging at their strangest new addition: Phobia. Regulus resolved to do nothing for the time being, and leaved back against a rock, watching curiously. It would seem this girl gets angrier more often than I do. Well, she's not as bad as Assyria at least.

"It's your own fault, you know," Phobia said matter-of-factly, licking a paw and analyzing her nails. She seemed completely unfazed by Burn's sudden lightning bolt of hostility. But, then again, Phobia was always a strange one. "I have friends now, you know. Lots and lots of friends. I never had friends in the Destinians. It's all full of bullies there, just like you. You're not a nice person." She looked up at her, her eyes wide and innoccent, yet powered with firm belief. "You're going to hell, you know."

Okay. Now is the time where I explain who's wearing the pants in this relationship. Regulus yawned boredly and sauntered sluggishly in between the two. "Unless you've got to take a pee, I suggest you get back in the den." He turned to Phobia, nose wrinkled in mild digust. "And you, go play with your friends."

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BurnNote laughed softly, and said "This is coming from the demon of fucking hell herself. The fucking princess who thinks that everything's gotta revolve around her. Well guess what princess? All I did was try to help. I hadn't spoken to you for more than five fucking minutes, and you started to cuss me out before you tore out of the place."[/i] BurnNote completely ignored Regulus when he tried to step in. No, way. This bitch had it coming for a while now. Oh, she did.

"After all,"[/i] she continued, a sly smirk on her face, "It was Carolina that wanted to go after you, not I. For all I could've cared you could have fallen in the deepest hole known to wolves, and been crying out for help, but I wouldn't have helped you out. You wanna know why?"[/i] She leaned in closer, and said "Your an attention wanting little bitch who thinks the whole world has to revolve around her mental illness."[/i] And with that, she swung around, and marched right past Regulus, and right back into the cave.

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"Enough!"
He hadn't snarled like that at her since the battle. But now, he'd had enough. It wasn't as if he was found of the strange little weirdo himself, but he realized he was growing sick of BurnNote's so-called 'strength'. She was a captive, and yet, she acted precisely like a wolf of Blood Mist herself. He shook his head, eyes narrowed at her back. Rage flared in his chest. "You disgust me," he muttered, knowing she could here him. He didn't care. There was a disappointment inside of him he couldn't place. BurnNote had intrigued him. But now, as he saw the former-Destinian entering one of her frequent fits of seisure, he felt repulsed at the sight of her. In fact, he realized, he felt repulsed at the sight of just about every wolf these days. Even himself...especially himself. He slouched down near his lookout post, maintaining a careful watch over BurnNote's cave. She won't be leaving it again today. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cora approach a flailing, spitting Phobia and guide her precariously into the healer's den. A dark stormcloud of moodiness hung over his head.

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She cringed at the growl, almost growing as small as she could. You wanna know the truth? Solitary was getting to her, and if this continued any further she would become just like them. The things she hated the most. Blood Mist. Regulus. Why did she care so much what he thought, for gods sake! Well, perhaps it was just because he was the only contact she had with other wolves. With a sigh, she slowly slumped into the cave, and even though she was young, and not made of old bones she slowly lowered herself to the cave floor, and dropped her head on the ground. She wished they would just kill her now. That they would end her misery here. Confinement was going to make her go crazy. Be abandoned more so. Must I spell it out?

She was running out of time. She fell alseep, into a rather horrid, vivid sleep. And the dream? She had become one of them. She had become a blood thirsty demon. She awoke with a start, such a horrible one that she had pressed herself against the wall. There was a form at the enterance of the cave. And who was it? Hellfire. She knew him from anywhere. His soot covered coat was still covered in the battle scars he bore from the assult she had led. BurnNote was proud of that. She couldn't figure out why Hellfire had that smug little looke on his face though. Hellfire knew something she didn't.
"So, you got your butt chewed out by Regulus, eh? What'd you do now?" He asked, sitting down on his rear.

BurnNote was chewing on her bottom lip, debating on if she wanted to answer or not. Finally, she slowly said "I degraded, and yelled at a wolf that didn't nesessarily deserve it." He laughed, something that made her blood go cold. "It sounds like you." She was now confused. How did it sound like her? All she knew he did was destroy her family. Something she would never forgive him for. She glared at him for a few moments, and said "What do you want?"
He looked at her square in the eye, and said "To tell you the truth."
This statement caused her head to tilt to the side. He knew something she didn't.

"I know why you haven't been acting true to your form, BurnNote. It has to do with me. No, not because of what I did years ago to your old pack. Go beyond that. Do you remember some one else in that den with you and your father?" BurnNote was staring at him for a few moments before she closed her eyes. "You always thought that he was the best. A big brother. Some one you looked up to. Yet, he never could please his father, and finally, one day he was beaten, and sent away. You cried. And you cried, wailing. Telling your father to let him come back, yet he didn't. A few months passed by, and it seemed as though everything was going to be okay." A bitter tone was heard in his voice, and he glanced around to see if anyone was watching him. The cost was clear, for now anyway. "Suddenly, mom and dad start acting weird, right? The began to alert the pack, yet nothing works. One night, they grab you, and try to get away. Mom wasn't in the best of condition, but she was determined to get you out of there. She failed..." How did he know all this? Not another living soul knew about it. A shudder traveled through her spine, and out the tip of her tail. She didn't like this. No, she didn't like it one bit. "How do you know all this!? No one does!"

Hellfire must have figured that it was time to bring his little story to a end. He smirked softly, and said "Only your big bother know's." And with that, he ducked out of the cave; leaving BurnNote standing there with her mouth wide open.
She had Hellfire's blood in her. He was her brother.

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Regulus' eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the appearence of Hellfire at the fore of Burn's den. His rage hadn't quite burned down yet; the candle was still burning. Neverthless, he found himself keeping a curious eye on the cavern. When, at last, the brute emerged much the same, his nerves abated. She would've screamed if something happened, wouldn't she? For who or what -- who would help her here? So, reluctantly he slouched away from the rock and rose to his paws. He moved slowly over to the den, pausing at its head.
"BurnNote? Did he do anything to you?"
He shouldn't be checking in on her like this. Not with Assyria's eyes watching his every move. But really, what was that crazy bitch going to do to him, anyway? He could out-fight her, and he could probably get more on his side than she could on hers. All of her allies were wounded beyond repair. Or at least the most important one was.
BurnNote had stirred up the rebel inside of him.