.One.Day.{WAKE}

[Sivoncé™]

She trembled.
The tremors of rage, unearthly, death-defying rage that could've burned even the skin of Hellfire coursed through the bodice of the ragged, scarred femme. At once time, perhaps a long time ago, she may have held some beauty in her figure; now, her russet-brown fur was ragged and untended, lacerations marred her body, and her eyes were moons of bloodlust. Veins bulged in her forehead. Beads of sweat wetted the back of her neck.
Kill her.
It was her purpose in life now -- finally, at last, she understood why she'd been returned to earth: for the single, grand purpose of tearing apart the masterpiece facade created by the one who'd betrayed them all. Euphrates. But his blood wasn't worth a swipe. No, it was Fireflight's blood that would rush across the sands and stain the waterways red for decades to come. Just like Death. Ready to meet him? But Assyria would need help. The alpha would fall, but she would need help.
She paced methodically in the empty moon dens. Now and then, she was splattered with the circle of moonshine that shone through the perfect cylindrical tunnel that dug from the surface through the roof of the cavern.
A battle -- we'll need another battle. And this time, we'll do more than kill. We'll slaughter. We'll massacre. We will annhilate.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

"A battle is what your seeking..."
The brute stepped from the shadows, the first thing noticable about him was the fresh wound he bore on his throat. Regulus. The bastard had turned against them. His soot colored pelt had hidden him well in the depths of the shadows, only those brilliant gold chasms giving him away. It was battle that would need to be taken. Instead, they should have killed everyone they took catpive. Two captives are missing, and one of the best wolves the Blood Mist had has gone amiss as well. Hellfire scowled, and stepped foward into the light.
He wasn't sure if she even wanted his help, but he was here to offer it. He nodded his head, and looked away into the moon. "It's written all over your complexion."[/i] He muttered, orbs narrowing on her pacing form. He really did hope she didn't lash out at him. After here, he was here to offer his help. He cleared his throat, and said "If your looking for help, I'll be willing to help out..."[/i] He muttered.
He didn't dare relax because he knew what could easily happen. She could easily lash out at her, though he really didn't blame her if she did.

[Sivoncé™]

The pacing stopped. Her eyes turned to slits, and she stared down the demon that emerged from the shadows. For a moment, she quaked in rage-tainted silence. And then, slowly, she laughed a cold, hollow laughter. "Hellfire. Always ready for a fight...for blood. Or at least, you think so." She moved towards him, slowly circling his form with her carefully measured pawsteps. She paused at his ear, leaned forward slightly, and whispered, "you're not really ready until you have something to bleed for, something to make others bleed for."She moved away from him and lifted her head to the shaft of moonlight in the center of cavern, lost in thoughts and memories. When the silver shadow dappled over her, she stopped and turned back to him once more.
"What is your purpose here, Hellfire?"

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

The stud didn't flinch as she started to circle him; as if he were the enemy here. As if she were a vulture, and he were the prey. He just listened to her speak, and he nodded his head. "Very true...though I do have my reasons on why I would like to wipe the Destinians off the face of the earth.[/i] He watched as she got a rather pensive look on her face. And then she asked the question he wasn't so sure of himself.
"My purpose? You need help, rather you want to admit it or not. Your going to need some one to help you convince the others that another battle is what we need, or am I sadly, and horribly mistaken? Either way, your going to need wolves to back you up."[/i] He commented, and nodded his head slightly.
Indeed she will.

[Sivoncé™]

She inclined her head slightly, scrutinizing her subject as he spoke, and giving his words mild consideration. The way Assyria held herself was something that went without discussion; others would see it as arrogance or pride, but Assyria preferred the title of royalty. She believed herself to be of a higher order.
"Distractions," she drawled. "All I need are a pawful of distractions. I don't need a sidekick to do my dirty work; I need soldiers to keep them occuppied. The real glory belongs to me, for what I plan to do to those wolves. But for this...operation of sorts, I will need a hurricane in lupine form -- something to shock them out of their skins while their whole world falls apart around them." She drew slightly closer to him, eyes wide and wild, chest heaving and fangs bared in fury. "I need fire, I need an ocean of blood flooding the forests and falling from the sky, I need pain, I need suffering, I need unparalleled hatred to embody every single body enlisted!"
She whipped around, with her back to him, she growled, "Do you understand better now? We have to end their love hope forever."

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

He stood up now, backing away as she started to stride toward him, not comfortable with the blood lusting looking in her eyes. After all, he was still bleeding, and he didn't feel like dying at the fangs of her. "But of course. Who said anything about a side-kick? I was merely saying that your going to need some one to provide those scum bags with distractions. Some one to slowly crush them one by one. Not a side-kick, but more of a...messanger of what's to come."[/i] He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching as she turned her back to him.
No matter. She already told him what she wanted. So, he ventured forward, taking a few steps forward. "All that blood could be spilled...Fire to light up the sky, to burn those who aren't quick enough to escape it. A hurricane of blood lusting wolves coming from every direction, every shadow, every place imaginable. Perhaps the first blow could be killing all the pups...I do hear the alpha popped out a few pups of her own. From a rather reliable source."[/i] There must be something sinster, and dark about his mind. There really must be. He shook his crown, and parted his maw to speak one last time.
"My question to you is, do you want my help, or not?"

[Sivoncé™]

The deadly femme froze suddenly, no longer trembling, but fixed frozen in her place. And when she turned, she looked at him as if she could spit in disgust.
"Kill the pups? No, kill the mother." For a moment, she seemed to consider finishing off the slice across his throat. She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and swore under her breath. "I haven't decided yet if you'll be a help or a hinderence."She inhaled deeply, zenly, and then spoke in a soft, careful tone. "Do you know what happened to those poor little children, my nieces and nephews? A long time ago, a wolf named Euphrates ran away from Blood Mist and took my innoccent brother, Sumer, with him, because he was too young to know better, but he left me behind to die. Sumer has since returned to us, but Euphrates was poisoned terribly -- by Fireflight. She possessed him. And if we don't do something about it, those children will pay the price. Those are Blood Mist wolves in there -- captives -- do you understand?"Suddenly, she froze again. Only this time, when motion resumed, a sick, drunken smile appeared on her maw.
"They will take back the life she tried to take from them. When they grow up, they will finish the killing of Fireflight that will begin the night we bring them home. And then, Euphrates will be exorcised. He will be nothing but a ghost. And we will slaughter the others."

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

He could have taken offense to the way she had looked at him, could have rolled his eyes and came back with a smart ass reply, but he just stood there, unblinking as he allowed his orbs to follow her as she moved. Slowly, he understood. "Yes, of course I've heard the story..."[/i] He stopped short as she began to speak again, and he nodded. "Tatical error on my part..."[/i] He said, nodding his head. His intelligent gold eyes seemed to spark a little bit, and he began to speak again.
"But that's besides the point. My point is, you have the ability to crush them, and all you need to do is rally a few wolves up. Perhaps it could even be an underground operation. So, they are captives. I see...Save the pups then. From the fate that Fireflight tried handing them. They don't belong there..." He narrowed his eyes in thought, looking down. He was always entune with what the female was saying, and moving. No way was he going to be her next victum. Forget that. "No doubt Regulus will try to stop us. Apparently, he let BurnNote get to him. No matter, she's as good as dead, and if she's not, she will be dead with the first attack...though, you haven't told me how you wish to crush them. Do you want the pups? To take them back, and slaughter -- no, annhilate any one who crosses our paths? That would be a rather hard blow to Fireflight, and that traitorous bastard. Then the attacks slowly rise from there."[/i]

[Sivoncé™]

Somehow, the she-devil had found her happy place. When she spoke and moved now, she appeared more calm. Even the red veins of her eyes seemed to calm and her voice was less inflammed with flailing fury. The beast was in a stance of controlled anger and hatred.
"Regulus is nothing -- he forgets that there are others here who went to hell and back." She snorted in contempt,"I grew up there. He found a lady friend and it boosted his ego -- it's happened before. He'll come back and grovel sooner or later. And he won't get in our way if he knows what's good for him. If he does, please just put the poor bastard out of his misery." She shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts; a sharp corner of rage had reentered her tone as she spoke of the traitorous brute. She flashed a small, wicked curve of a smile. "Now you're speaking coherently. How about this: we stake out a place within their territory that's full of night ridges and rises. We'll have a frontal attack, sure, but we'll also have wolves on their side rolling boulders right over them, and then pouring down to attack from behind."
Unconsciously, Assyria did something she hadn't done in over a moon; she lifted a paw, swiped her tongue across it experimentally, and made a small effort to clean the dirt from her fur.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

He arched an eyebrow, considering what she has said. He nodded slowly, and said "And I suppose we'll have some one who is brave enough to go alone in the heart of the pack, and steal the pups -- no, not steal. Rescue them from the fate that surely is to destroy them if we don't step in. Or, instead of one wolf, a small brigrade of the best canines to get in, and kill anyone that may be guarding the pups. Surely, if they had any brains at all they would leave some one to watch over the 'future of their pack.' as they put it."[/i] Now, as for the attack it's self, he had a few things he could say about that. It would be fairly simple, actually, to stake out the lands, yet it'll also be a dangerous, and risky job.
If they were caught, her whole plan could sent into a spiraling downfall, and eventually crash and burn before the real blood had ever even been shed. So, he decided to gamble. "Hm...yes. I suppose we could set up a few recruits here and there to push the boulders off the edge. Yet, I do think that the frontal attack should start pushing the Destinians back against the cliff edge -- if we could find a place suitable enough. They'd be hopelessly out numbered, and out foxed. It's just a thought, but it could work, easily."[/i]
As he thought about it, a wicked glint was seen flashing through his eyes; a sinster smiling curving 'pon his own maw for a moment before he rolled back on his haunches, and waited for her to speak once again.

[Sivoncé™]

"Yes, I agree. It'll work wonderfully. And as for staking out the terras, we'll find something strong enough to mask our scents, streak mud through our pelts as camoflauge, and leave at dusk. You and I can go -- any more and we could draw attention to ourselves."Contemplation crossed her features as she continued to wash away the grime that had layered across her fur. She smiled; her eyes glittered with malice.
"I have a feeling your little BurnNote character doesn't know much about her dashing dark prince. I sense you have an interest in giving her a taste of hell. If it interests you, I may know things about Regulus that would break the poor girl's heart. Of course, there is an asking price." Strangely, the rage had faded; her fogged expression was unfathomable.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

Hellfire nodded his agreement, and said "Yes. I see your point. So, you and I shall leave at dusk to scout out the area--"[/i] He came to a stop as she talked about BurnNote and her 'dark prince.' Oh, how he would love to crush Regulus and BurnNote at the same time. That traitorous scumbag. Yet, when she said it would come with a price he arched an eyebrow, and turned his body to face her. He had two things he could say right now. One, he could say that he didn't really care about crushing BurnNote, but that would be the biggest lie in history. He had had a home until the runt came along. Their parents thought he was getting too old to stay around. So, his dad had threatened him.
BurnNote would pay dearly, just like their parents had. So, he fell silent for a moment, and then suddenly said "Name your price."[/i]

[Sivoncé™]

Assyria stopped trying to clean the mud from her fur; she'd made minimal progress. It was a risk -- she was going out on a limb by asking this. Strangely, she'd gone from holding the upperhand the entire conversation to being vulnerable in a few seconds. No matter, though. Others had left her wounded before, kicked her when she was down; hell had taught her a few things about perseverence.
She laughed humorlessly as she named her price.
"Tell me if I'm ugly or not. I want to know how terrible I've become."
Her voice was hollow as she spoke, and her eyes were drifting back to another era, back to the wolf she used to be. Just like Mama...a little diva... And now, she felt she looked like the monster she had become. Pathetic, maybe, but he'll answer honest if he wants me to tell him everything I know. She swallowed hard and braced herself for the answer she knew was coming.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

Ahh, shit.
Why did the brute suddenly feel trapped, as if he and she were stuck in a box. After all, if he answered truthfully, he could be attacked, and he wasn't sure information was worth that. Still...he could crush BurnNote, the fire behind the Destinian stand off. It would of been her fault when this happens. He knew how his sister thought. She would consider this all to be her fault. She'd even think that perhaps this disagreement could have been settled without blood shed. No matter.
He glanced toward her, holding her gaze for a few moments as he narrowed his eyes. "No...your aren't ugly. Yet, in your current condition now, your not the fairest in the lands. If the dirt were to be removed, and your fur taken care off, all you'd have to worry about is the scars. Those aren't too bad, though."[/i] Sure, her coat was dirty, and ragged. Shaggy even, but what did that matter? Her form was marred with scars, but he was looking past those.

[Sivoncé™]

For a moment, perhaps a blue flicker of sadness tainted the she-devil's eyes. She mumbled words beneath her breath, more to herself than to Hellfire. "It doesn't really matter, I suppose. I only have one purpose now, and I don't need to be beautiful anymore." For a moment, she stared off into space, the nostalgia lingering for a few moments.
And then, she blinked back to Hellfire, her malicious fire reignited. "Where do I start with dear Regulus? He was a rouge, he joined Blood Mist just before the time of Death. Like I've said, he's gone through this process with women before; twice before, actually." She paused, wondering how much to give out all at once. "Well...the first one is a name that may or may not ring a bell -- Rhain. She's technically the goddess of spring now, or something of divine nature. She was the daughter of two of the original alphas, Sky and Wind. In her prime, she was a Siverian healer. They had a closeted sort of romance. In fact, it's remarkable similar to what happened with BurnNote; there was a hostile encounter of sorts, a confrontation, and she talked him into letting her go. They encountered each other this way again, and then the meetings became voluntary. It was a sort of opposites attract thing; they were fascinated by each other. She got pregnant, had a daughter -- Lucinda -- and Regulus found himself no longer intrigued; he has never once changed in his life, and she was suddenly demanding him to make a choice between herself and Blood Mist. He dithered back and forth, and ended up jacking the kid and hauling her off to Blood Mist with him. Regulus was apathetic, and Rhain was mentally scarred. Lucinda ended up having her own little sob story, but, oh, who really cares about that? Are you ready to hear more?"