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[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

BurnNote hadn't thought of the possiblity of Regulus being dead. It caused her throat to clench, and breath was almost impossible to take in. She didn't know why she suddenly felt this surge of helplessness, but it crashed over her in waves; leaving her almost breathless. She nodded her head, and said "I think he's right. Assyria was the one to question me."[/i] She stated for both of the wolven to hear, and then sat back on her rear once more. No...this couldn't be happening. When the Blood Mist had been chasing her, she hadn't smelled Hellfire's scent. He wasn't there. So, with this knowledge, she said "Regulus should be alive. If he isn't, then I would have known. Hellfire would have returned here to haul me back. He must be pre-occupied."[/i]
She was thinking about his first question, not knowing how to answer it. She wasn't sure what he meant when she said defect. He had been quite content to fight her, and was even a asshole for a while while she remained captive. Yet, as they began seeing more and more of each other, he began to soften. She looked to him, her gaze lingering on the duo for a few moments. It was her. It had to be her. The reason why he committed treason against the blood mist.
"Me."[/i] She murmured in response, staring at the sod.

[Sivoncé™]

Tears collected in the corners of the alpha's eyes, but her copper optics were devoid of sorrow; these were hot, burning tears of fury and defiance. She snarled coldly at Assyria's conviction. Without thinking of the implications of the words, she growled, "Does it matter? Vengeance runs in the family,". She tried to calm her breathing, but her chest was heaving, and her claws were kneading the ground methodical manner. Though interested, she barely heard BurnNote and Euphrates as they deliberated over Regulus. The truth is, vengeance does more than run inside of them. Because of how they've touched my life, it now runs inside of me too.
"In a month, we'll be fighting them again. We have to make an alliance with the Yozorans; they've suffered the hardest losses out of all the packs so far, and they'll want revenge more than anyone else, too. We can ask for other packs help, but the Yozorans have to be there this time."
Suddenly, she seemed to be hearing BurnNote again. Eyes narrowing, she spoke incredulously, "What are you talking about? Why in hell's name would he do anything for a she-wolf?"

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

She looked up at Fireflight, and shrugged. "He said something about seeing the truth now..I'm not sure. I couldn't tell you. All I know was that before he knew me, he was ready to kill me. Once he began watching me closely, and how I rebelled against them, he began to swing my way. In the end, he let me go."[/i] She said, now feeling really tired. To the point where she was seeing dots that raced across her vision. She suddenly wasn't feeling so good. She muttered something under her breath, and the lights went out.
BurnNote collapsed on the ground in front of Fireflight. Uh oh.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

A slow nod weighted his skull, ever-clearer recollections of childhood bubbling up from his subconscious. Assyria… why couldn’t we stay young forever? Distracting though it was, Euphrates managed to center his attention on the information at hand—and his eyes flared with shock. “Regulus…?”
Even more disconcerting, however, was the icy impact of Fireflight’s comments. He swallowed his initial reply, glancing toward his mate out of the corner of his eye. She was furious—she had every right to be. Not with him, but with Blood Mist. With Assyria, with Babylonia… not him. And yet, the lyrics slammed into him, and the hairs of his spine itched defensively. Of course it matters—what, is Sumer a target as well? Have I inherited this ‘vengeance’, too? I didn’t want this; neither did Assyria, Babylonia, Tigris, Sumer… nobody did. And I still don’t… why should blood be so thick?
“Maybe he changed. Time changes things,” Euphrates muttered softly, shifting his pupils toward Burn. Then, just as she breathed her concluding words, the courageous femme crumbled to the earth. Gritting his fangs, Euphrates retreated a few steps toward the entrance of the den, howling. “We need a healer in here!”

[Sivoncé™]

Fireflight sighed heavily, the weight of it all crashing down so hard on her shoulders that she swayed on her paws in a brief bout of dizziness. So much pain, so much hate, and love, and loss. And it never ends, the hardship never goes away for more than a blink or a second. And then, everything shatters. Just when you put the pieces back together, imperfect from the wear and tear, the storm comes and smashes them to dust all over again. One of these days, there's not going to be anything left to put back together at all."Well, we'll have to have a thorough conversation about this Regulus. We can't know who's side he's on, and from what you say, and from what we know of him, it sounds like he has his own agenda that may or may not conflict with ours." As Euphrates spoke, she slowly turned to him. "Maybe," she mumbled softly, unbelievingly. Time might change things, but that doesn't make it better...time doesn't make it better.Suddenly, BurnNote was downed. Inwardly, she howled at herself in anger; she should've insisted BurnNote see a healer before engaging in such a discussion. Fireflight cursed under her breath; the healer was nowhere in sight. On a whim, she darted into the medicine den and scanned the walls of herbs frantically for something recognizable, something to help.
What do we do? She growled fiercely to herself, then shouted to Euphrates, "Check to see if she has a pulse! Maybe she's not unconscious, maybe it's just exhaustion..."

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

BurnNote was still very much alive, yet she wished she wasn't right now. She could still hear the panicked howls as they realized what trouble she could be in. In all honesty, it scared the living hell out of her. She could still hear, and feel, yet she couldn't move. She was encased in a grave of enternal darkness. She couldn't see, she couldn't move. She couldn't even talk. If some one felt for her pulse they would feel her heart thrumming dramatically against her chest, frantically trying to keep up with the sudden demand for blood. Her lungs were screaming for air, yet not enough was coming. BurnNote...well. She could die...

And where would that leave everyone else? Where would that leave her? How determined she had been to come back. To escape, and for what? It die in front of her Alpha? Oh, this simply just isn't fair! She thought. What would become of BurnNote?

[.Rabid Lycan.]

The shadows of the den shielded his eyes with shadows, his vision narrowing slightly at Fireflight’s tone. I changed, didn’t I? Why can’t Regulus? His tongue tasted bitter at the silent inquiry, part of the question aimed at himself. Obediently, he returned to Burn Note’s side, resting a soft paw and head along portions of her body. Softly, he gave a brief lick across Burn’s face, muttering a soft “Are you with us?” as he inspected her immobile form.
“…she’s still alive, I think. For now, anyway. Better move her to someplace more comfortable…”
Shrugging the fae onto his shoulders, Euphrates padded into the Healer’s den, resting her gently amongst the cushion of moss, feathers, and clovers that formed her bed. He glanced sparingly toward Fireflight, ears raised as the Alphess scrambled together a cocktail of herbs. Where’s a healer when you need one?

[Sivoncé™]

Fireflight nodded brusquely, still staring with blank, frantic eyes at the untelligible collection of herbs. Tears watered at the corners of her eyes and the alpha's bottom lip trembled. She shook her head, more to herself than to anyone else, and swallowed determindly. Deep breaths, Fireflight. We need to think, and think hard. The healer isn't hear and we can't afford to wait until they come. What do we do?"Elevate her legs, if you can find a way," Fireflight mumbled. She moved numbly to a corner of the den and began to push a small rock towards BurnNote's resting place. Slowly, she propped the wolf's hind legs against the rock.
"I don't know what else to do except to moniter her and have food ready is she wakes up. The only thing I can think of is...all of the exhaustion finally caught up with her." Anxiously, she looked to Euphrates with crumbling eyes.
Of all times to face a crisis of life and death directly in the eyes....Shaking, Fireflight made her way back over to the herb wall and resumed her search.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

The dove was laying limp there, fighting back everything that she had ever gone through. She relived leading the wolves into battle. The howls that sounded the attack. The yowling; the screams of fury. Pain was every where. Wolves who lay in their own blood. Wolves bleeding out of countless wounds, yet they countinued to fight the enemy courageously. BurnNote had proudly lead them, standing tall in the front. Everything had gone according to plan, that is until she had lost her sight some how. She had been dragged away. The next memory she relived was before that. Phobia laughing at her. Bitterly calling her a bitch when ever she tried to be friendly. Carolina and she followed her, and found the Blood Mist creeping toward their border.
Why was she put on this earth? She thought.

Suddenly, she didn't feel like waking up. All the pain, sorrow, and uncertainty of the world...it's a miracle any of us make it through a minute of life. She thought about just allowing herself to be sucked into the womb of oblivion, and never leave again. Yet, one thing kept drawing her back to the world:
I have to know if he's alive.

[Sivoncé™]

Suddenly, Fireflight's eyes locked on BurnNote's form. She was not convlusing physically, but she seemed to radiate agony from her limp, pallid limbs. For a moment, all she could do was stare in horror. What did they do to her? Poison? Her warrior was dying in front of her and she had nothing to heal her or help her with.
She snarled fiercely and ripped her eyes away from BurnNote's motionless form. "We're losing her!" Her eyes raked the herb stores like fangs to flesh in the heat of battle. Fight or flight, live or die. Something to calm her, to stabalize...but not send her into a deeper sleep or comatose...
Something...calming besides poppy seeds... She bent low to a clump of tiny green leaves and inhaled. She sneezed horribly and shook herself. She moved briskly to the next pile; sweet, delectable flavor rose and watered in her mouth.
Wolfnip....it's crazy. It's also worth a shot.Careful not to swallow any of the heavenly liquid, Fireflight bent down and picked up a few of the leaves in her mouth. At BurnNotes side, she used a paw to pry open the wolf's maw and place the leaves inside. Crap! How am I supposed to make her swallow it?
Hastily, Fireflight snatched the leaf back and tore it into tiny pieces before replacing it. Where the leaves had torn, the mouthwatering juice had leaked and trickled down the throat; if anything, Burn would probably have some sort of drug-induced high even if she was still in a comatose.
Fireflight sat back on her haunches and watched, with a racing heartbeat, to see if her experiment would take effect.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( Crack Pack philosophy to da rescue! ))

A panicked cry stirred his senses, rousing him from his ever deepening sense of suspicion and resentment—some dark void reminiscent of things long passed. No… let it go. Did I change, didn’t I change—doesn’t matter. Burn Note’s in trouble now, so drag your ass off the ground and deal with it. The golden blaze of his eyes flickered blankly across the store of herbs, meeting their bulk with a long silence. Erm… I have no idea what any of these are. Well, except for—what?? His eyes widened when Fireflight snatched off the sole object he could identify. “Wolfnip?” he began, tone slightly higher than normal, an incredulous glaze over his face. Did I miss something in basic training?
Euphrates retreated a bit, watching with cautionary features. Ears angled back, he waited several moments, searching for signs of life. Thus far, there only remained the subtle rise and fall of her chest. “…Burn Note…?” he whispered softly. And what if she doesn’t make it? What would this mean? Retaliation against Blood Mist surely… then again, that’s probably already in motion. He frowned a little. Then, to Fireflight, “What now… and if she doesn’t wake?”

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

It was almost like rancid berries being placed in her maw. Her chest heaved as the liquid oozed, and ran down her throat. BurnNote mentally was there, but was almost as if she was watching from the otherside of the room. What the hell are they doing?! She thought. The taste was bitter, yet some what addicting, and sweet. As it slowly wound it's way down the canines throat passages, and into the digestive track her breathing seemed to start coming to.
I really hope they don't get me hooked on that stuff...
Yet, as it began to mingle with all the other contents that were in her stomach she could feel what little was there slowly began to retrace it's steps. Oh no. She was going to throw up--

Her eyes snapped open as she lurched forward, heaving everything that had been in her stomach. Even when her poor stomach had been emptied she continued to heave, and even once she was done her chest was rising and falling, and her tongue lolled out the side of her mouth. She glanced around, and took a deep breath.
"What ever possessed you to use WolfNip was utterly insane, yet it seemed to do the trick." She sounded as if she had just woken up with a fever, and a sore throat for the rasp that rang from her maw was not the voice she was used to, and she nearly shocked herself at the sound of it.
Odd.

[Sivoncé™]

Miraculously, Fireflight managed to spring out of range of the soaring projectile. For a moment, her eyes were wide and morbidly fascinated with the coating of vomit that had swallowed the piece of prey she'd retrieved for when BurnNote woke up. Slowly, blinking away the shock, she let out a nervous sort of giggle. She gave BurnNote a warm smile. "Well, all right then -- you're alive! Welcome back!" She took an anxious step backwards from the puke and wrinkled her nose at the stench.
"We'll have to figure out some way to clean that up but...when you feel up to it, we should probably start replacing the contents of your stomach with solid sustenance."She gave BurnNote a stern look. "We will speak of serious manners when you can actually hold down your food and maintain consciousness. Until then, we'll talk about behaving stomachs and...er...rainbows."
Relief, or wolfnip fumes, had made Fireflight extremely agreeable -- especially considering her proximity to puke.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

The rancid smear of bile flew inches past his nose, splattering onto the soil as Euphrates struggled to his legs. He coughed slightly, unnerved by the reek, and observed in awe the ‘spectacle’ before him. It was like a miracle, only more disgusting.
“I… think that answers my question.”
Wolfnip saves lives. Who knew?
Brushing off the persistent feeling that somehow, somewhere, a sandbox-related wolf was reciting ‘I told you so’s, Euphrates cleared his throat and looked from wolf to wolf. “Erm… if we aren’t going to discuss these matters now, I think I’ll go grab a replacement meal, then.” Exiting the den with a gracious gulp of fresh air, the male padded off in search of a dead hare or squirrel of some sort, his troubled thoughts now skewed with confusion. Not sure I can even stomach rainbows.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

BurnNote was going to protest when the growl of her stomach caused her to think twice. Dots were racing again, so she thought it better to slid to laying on her belly, and drop her head on her forelegs. She nodded softly, and said "Then I suppose the more serious conversations will come along with the right timing?"[/i] She questioned even though the fae already knew the answer. She caste a glance toward the bile that was now splattered across the floor, and a disgusted look crossed her maw.
"I can't believe I did that..."[/i] She murmured, her voice feeling rough as if there were sand in her throat, and her tongue was made of sand paper.