+{MONSTER}++BATTLE+

[MooniiKinz]

Freja stepped sideways to dodge Paris' attack, smirking slightly. "I can give you a bigger beating than my brother can mister!" She lunged herself forward, pulling her front paws in front of her as she skimmed the ground the hook his backlegs out from under him.

Mahina rolled her eyes are the male, but didn't move from her spot for a second. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Freja lunge at Paris. Her brother is strong, I know she can do better.. Even though she had good thoughts about Freja kicking some butt, she still trotted over. "Need assistance?" Without waiting for Freja, she jumped into the air, trying to land her paws on Paris' back.
(I'm not afraid to doubleteam your rockets xD)

[Sivoncé™]

Arachna was really starting to get annoyed with this blockheaded Sheeran. How many times had she explained that she already had let the Sheeran go? She was doing a good deed by letting Featherswift know what was up, because clearly the Sheeran hadn't given a thought to the consequences of her meeting with Hades and Arachna. Hissing indignantly, she spat, "Like I already said, I let the bitch go. And Featherswift, you have no understanding of Blood Mist whatsoever. Hades I would believe, but you've got a long way to go before anyone in Blood Mist would give you a second look. if you're gonna change the world, you might want to work on that. I haven't been anything but helpful to you, really, but you're looking at it through the eyes of prejudice. You say I should live better, but I am living just as you are; for my pack. You're not a god, Featherswift, so you have no right to judge the color of my soul. And as far as your ancestors go, well..." she trailed off with a chuckle, slowly pushing herself to a stand once more. "If you really believe a whole pile of ancient dead guys could do crap about us reincarnating, don't you think they would've done it by now? The same maker who made Night Mist, Shimmering Mist, and Storm Mist made Blood Mist, just as the way they are. He intended us to be this way. He brought us back so we could fulfill that destiny." With a shrug of her shoulders, Arachna began to lope off towards the Blood Mist camp.

Autumn flinched slightly at Jolon's response. There was no way he could leave his pack. Autumn, Trianna, and Kasparr had fled them ages ago, even before things had gotten this bad. But didn't coming back mean they were still loyal at heart. With a twist in her stomach, Autumn wondered what had become of Trianna after they'd left her. Luckily, the siblings hadn't caught sight of their other sister, Neveria, at this battle. Neveria was taken shortly after the Blood Mists had reincarnated. They'd brainwashed her into thinking she was one of them. She wouldn't give her family a second glance before sinking her fangs into their throats.
Kasparr caught sight of Autumn's expression, wincing inwardly at Jolon's words as well. "Jolon, I'm sorry, but what good will you be to them dead? If there's anything that's been proven by this past year, it's that the Twilight Realm can't fix this. If you die, you won't be able to help them. We're going to try the healing cavern, but if it doesn't work, I urge you to consider your other options. Let's go before Bain catches sight of us..." Autumn led the way through the brush, towards Sheeran terra.

(thread in Sheeran terra, Featherswift?)

(Well, like I've said, Painteh, if you attempt to doubleteam my wolves I will throw another wolf at you, otherwise it's not all that fair. It's sort of an indirect powerplay because obviously my wolf wouldn't have an even chance against two enemies. And really, with all the Blood Mists there are, it shouldn't be all that likely that there's this much doubleteaming going on. )

It was lucky that Autumn and Kasparr had left when they did; Neveria, with slavering jaws and bloodthirsty eyes, prowled from the Blood Mist underbrush and scanned the writhing mass of wolves. Her eyes locked onto Freja. Without hesitance, she sprinted at the Destinian and took a leap at her from behind.

Paris didn't get Freja, but instead found himself nearly forced to the frost-covered ground when a new, hefty weight landed on his shoulders. Growling, he pushed off from the ground and let himself fall backwards so that the new adversary would be crushed between his back and the ground.

[MooniiKinz]

((I know, I mainly brought Mahina to Paris so that Freja could go pick on someone else while Gossip handled whoever you threw at Freja. It's all part of my little plan.))

"Huh?" Mahina felt the wolf beneath her push himself off the ground, and she managed to scramble away just in time, even though her hind leg was caught under him. "Best you can do?" She pulled her leg out from under Paris, spinning around and rearing on her hind paws. Then, she let herself fall, allowing her paws to aim at his stomach.

Freja felt her chin meet the snow, with a grunt she somersaulted back onto her paws, spinning around to meet the culprit, snarling furiously. She dared to look at the bushes behind Neveria, seeing her brother, ready to take on a new enemy, despite his injuries. Looking back to Neveria, she charged forward, looking to ram into her and push her toward Gossip.

[featherswift]

((Actually Sivvy it was my fault, I didn't read in the post that Arachna had let the wolf go. Hehe, oops. XD))

Featherswift took in the form in front of her and just huffed. It was senseless trying to get this wolf to understand her. Sure the Golden Wolf had made each and everyone of us, but everyone had choices on how their lives would play out. It was Arachna causing her life to be so bloodthirsty. Right now Featherswift felt like she was an emissary sent to find more followers. It was wrong to keep pestering this wolf if she truly didn't agree, so she dropped it.

As Arachna left, she looked on with desolate eyes. She knew for sure this wasn't going to be the last time she saw the witch, but the actions she was about to do lay heavy against her chest. Arachna had let the one Sheeran that had scented the area go and it was up to her to make sure nothing was spilt except silence.

The copper and white wolf hung its head as it began to turn and lope back into the fray to perhaps find the one wolf that Arachna had let go.

((Umm…what was the wolf's name again? I'm guessing it was yours Sivvy, so where do you want Featherswift to find her?))

Jolon hadn't meant his words to sting Kasparr and Autumn. Realizing his mistake, he winced at their reactions. His eyes shone with apology as he listened to Kasparr. The Yozoran warrior knew what he said was true. Hope for his pack hung in the balance and in fact, they were all a key part in it. It wouldn't be right to put it in jeopardy.

He nodded slowly. "I understand, Kasparr. All of us loyal warriors need to be safe to protect our pack," he said. Then, he followed them both into the Sheeran terra, hoping beyond hopes their wounds would be healed and he could then keep a protective eye on his pack.

((Sure thing Sivvy!))

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

(++So...seeing that I've missed A LOT, I'm just gonna take a gamble, and toss my lot into the game, shall we?++)

You are late! So, terribly, awfully late! The fey thought, her thoughts in a whirl wind. She had still be recovering from the last battle, and the healer would not allow her to leave. So, BurnNote had to sneak out. She was now running full speed toward the battle, her orbs glancing around the forest. She hadn't a clue where she was going, or how she was going to get there, or who she would even meet, but then again, she really didn't care. She needed something to take her mind off of Regulus. Just the thought of him caused the fey to falter in her step. He was right...how can you love some one like him? She thought, some one you hardly knew? Her blue orbs suddenly held a new light. She was determined to do something in this battle.

She was just a streak of red in a forest full of green foliage. Her tan under belly was seen just as easily. She ran with a slight limp, that hind leg that had been broken turned out to be a burden after all. No matter. She wouldn't let a mended bone keep her from fighting with her pack. She was the beta for crying out loud. BurnNote had no idea what she was charging into. She had no idea what lives had been lost, but she figured she would figure out in due time. Her small, feminine body twisted, and turned through the deepest of foliage; the branches of low trees smacking her in the face. Her legs were getting sliced up, but she didn't let it stop her. She came to the river that marked one of the Blood Mists boundary lines, and without hesitation she bounded into the freezing water, and made it to the other side in record time. Panting, she glanced around, and a new boldness came across her.

Just charge right in, BurnNote. And with one finally lunge, she flew over a small ledge, and tumbled through the foliage, right into the midst of the battle.
Now, now, where to start?

~++*++~

Hellfire was very late as well, yet his reasons were unknown. Why was it, Hellfire was so late? Not even he knew. It just...happened. He cursed himself a hundred times as he barreled through the trees, toward the battle that was surely running it's course. His gold optics were glancing around, looking for anything that might give him an excuse to why he was, as I would put it, MIA. His huge form was moving at a speed that would cause me great concern if I were standing in his way. His black coat was shaggy, and mud clots were getting flung to his under belly. As he came up to the Blood Mist ranks, he quickly scanned the battle.

Where the hell am I supposed to go? He thought, scowling for a moment. After all that planning he had helped Assryia with, he didn't know where to go, who to approach, or who to kill. This was what happened when you showed up late to a party. With a snarl, he jumped forward, racing down into the battle to see what he could do. Honestly, he knew not. He didn't know if any one would blind side him, and attack him, he didn't know if his presense here was just a joke. Who would fear a wolf that had just barely showed up to a battle he had helped planned? That he had pushed for, and then not showed up.

Pretty pathetic if you ask me.

(++I hope that was okay. ++)

[Sivoncé™]

((That's alright Feather, sometimes it's easy to skim over a line or two in someone's post ^^ Winter was sleeping in a hollow log near where Arachna led Featherswift. Arachna let her go, but Winter hadn't gotten very far yet. ))

The black Blood Mist took a look back at the scene where she'd left the two Sheeran wolves with a twinge of sadness in her heart. She and Featherswift wouldn't ever understand each other, though Arachna had to admit that both she and the detested Sheeran were brave wolves. This valley they shared didn't have a prayer if wolves didn't start looking beyond themselves to figure each other out beyond 'I'm good and you're evil'. With a sigh, Arachna disappeared into the night and started the long, limping journey back to her camp.

Winter twitched in her sleep; an ominous feeling travelled along her spine, waking her from fitful dreams. The she-wolf was an utter mess to behold. If Arachna hadn't deliberately led Featherswift there, Winnie may have been impossible to recognize at all. Her once-white pelt was stained with soot and tangled with briars; her icy blue eyes were tainted and bloodshot; she was bruised from head to toe, and her bones stuck out at odd angles beneath her thin sheeth of emaciated skin. She began to slowly drag herself to the front of the log to investigate the nearby rustlings.

((I'll start a Sheeran thread, Feather ))

He wasn't very good at making up his mind, now, was he?
That was the thing with Regulus; not only was he an incurable heatbreaker and eternal badass, but he was also quite fickle. He knew this about himself, but that didn't change anything. He didn't know how to cahnge it, really. But something knew had happened to him, something that had forever banished him from his old cycle of back-and-forth. It hadn't transformed him completely, like a blind man seeing for the first time, but it most certainly had changed the way he saw the world. BurnNote had come to the Blood Mists. He was the one to let her go, along with her little Siverian friend Annabelle or whatever the pregnant chick's name was, but it was Regulus that was truly free. He loved being a loner.
Especially because now, in addition to being a badass heartbreaker, he could do whatever the hell he wanted. And that, of course, included coming to a battle that had absolutely nothing to do with him just to cause some jaw-dropping mayhem. Oh, goody!
Regulus overlooked the scenery with an expression of mild interest as he leaned casually against an old sycamore. He was still relatively far from the carnage itself, perched on a high slope in the bowels of Blood Mist territory. He had yet to admit it to himself, but he wasn't really there to cause mayhem at all, even though the thought of the faces -- packwolves and Blood Mists alike -- of shock at his intervention would be quite entertaining. No, he was there to look out for BurnNote.
His dark shoulders shrugged away from the tree, and he trodded nonchalantly down towards the fighting wolves. Show time!

Carolina, who had been retreating into the brush, caught sight of Fireflight's unconscious form at the heart of the clearing. She bounded towards her downed leader, but froze in fear when her eyes caught sight of something even more disturbing: Assyria's form was slowly disintegrating into ash and flying away into the atmosphere. So that's what happens when they die...their bodies reappear somewhere. They're shadow souls, made of nothing but ashes.... Swallowing hard, Carolina proceeded to her leader's side. "Fireflight, wake up!" She watched in earnest as Fireflight's heartbeat stilled; she was losing another life.

Fireflight woke in the realm of dreams, but instead of her family surrounding her, she found herself in a place of darkness.
She peered around her, looking for the ancestors that had guided her when she'd lost her previous lives.
"Hello? Where am I?"

Paris grunted in indignation, but wouldn't buy into her cheap talk. When Mahina came at his belly, he rolled away from her and came into a stand once more. Slowly, he circled his enemy, eyes spitting venom as he did so. He would let her come to him; she wouldn't have a warning for what his next move would be.

Neveria was a strange creature now; her eyes glowed with a constant burn of hellfirian rage, and she herself to seemed to be something other than a wolf. She was a beast now, a monster, and most importantly eternally loyal to Blood Mist. How they had done it to a sweet Yozoran neophyte was anyone's guess, but Neveria was living proof of what Blood Mist could do to a packwolf in captivity; and a young packwolf in captivity at that. Snarling with feral bloodlust, Neveria lashed out at Freja with her forepaws as the wolf tried to drive her backwards. Slowly but surely, Neveria was forced back, but that didn't mean her thistle-like claws wouldn't do some damage to her enemy on the way.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

(++Hehe...so, if Regulus is here for BurnNote, what would it mean if Hellfire attacked BurnNote viciously? Hmm.... xD++)

BurnNote was moving through the battle, avoiding potential attacks like the plague. Then, she stopped dead. Her irises had come across the form of Carolina, leaning over a not moving Alphess. Oh, dear lord. BurnNote thought, before sprinting toward Carolina, and their fallen leader. What happened? I-m...I'm late...so terribly late...is she...is she...[/i] She couldn't find the words, or the want to finish her sentence. The thought was just too horrible. Her eyes narrowed, and she looked away, a slow growl being heard. Fireflight...was she going to be okay? Or was this the end? BurnNote shook her head. No. Fireflight had to come back. Otherwise, that would leave either her mate, or BurnNote to take her place. she shook her head, not wanting to believe it.

~++**++~

There.
There was that little bitch, BurnNote. Hellfire had set his sights on her now. He could feel the blood rushing to his head. And there was the Destinian Alphess, down. But where was...?
Perhaps it was intuition. Perhaps it was just a lucky guess. Hellfire's guess was that Assyria had been killed by that...that...whore that now lay on the ground motionless. serves her right. He snarled. He could feel his muscles bunch underneath him, and his vision seeming to take on a red tain. Your the reason my life is now a living hell. Oh, this should be fun, shan't it? The destinian's losing not just one leader, but two? That would just make his day.

Without hesitation he sprang forward, ivories bared, audits laying flat on his skull. His sister and he had some un-finished business to take care of, and he wasn't going to go easy on her just because she had a hurt leg. The good news? He didn't see that fool of a wolf any where. Regulus. Too bad he didn't think to use his nose. Otherwise, he would have know that that wolf, was indeed here. Hellfire wasn't stupid....he just saw who he had really come to see. He opened his jowls, and pounced for the attack.

~++**++~

BurnNote had just turned around when she saw Hellfire pouncing for her. she let out a shriek because she knew as well as he did that it was far too late for her to move out of the way. He slammed into her hard, both tumbling across the sod like to ragdolls. Hellfire got up, while BurnNote still lay on the ground, eyes squeezed shut.
"What's the matter, sweet heart? I didn't see ya did I?" He snarled, getting up to circle her once again. The hair on his spine was standing on end, his ebony lips pulled back to reveal the deadly ivories. BurnNote couldn't move.

Too soon. She thought. I jumped into this too soon. I should have stayed behind.
What? Your not going to give me a fight? Your just going to let me kill you? Your more pathetic than I remember. That's why mother and father favored you, you know. You couldn't even kill that mangy mutt that tried killing you the last battle. Why? Because, your just not cut out to be Beta. Your not cut out to be here, and your not cut out to take up space in this world. He snarled, circling her. So, are you going to try and be the big, bad wolf we all know your not? Or are you just gonna lay there like the whimp I know you are?

Each word sliced deep, each word slicing deeper than the first. Finally, her irises snapped open with rage, and she flung herself at him. Her talons dug at his face, chest, what ever the fiery fey could get her paws on. He was caught off guard, yes, but quickly regained himself. Without much effort, he had clamped his jowls down on her throat, and flung her to the ground. She hit hard, and spots raced across her vision.
Is that all you got? Wow.

[MooniiKinz]

Gossip surged out of the bushes as Freja's push worked, hardly, but it worked. He let himself go, uncontrolling of his own movements. His jaw gaped open wide, the heavy snow hopefully concealing his pawsteps and movements. Like the world seemed to always do for him, he aimed at her neck.

Once Freja was sure was sure Gossip had it, she tore away from Neveria, large scratches on her shoulders and back from her claws. Without hesitation, she ran through the snow, trying to get any sight of Aradis. In what seemed like moments, she saw her, coming to a skidding spot in the snow next to the alphess. "Aradis we need to talk."

Aradis heaved herself to her paws once Freja came to a stop beside her, cocking her head to look at the young warrior. "What is it?"

Mahina watched as Paris circled her, never taking her eyes off the enemy, not even for a split second. You're ain't pulling anything on me.. Instead of lunging at Paris, she just stood her ground, tall and unmoving aside from her head whipping to the other direction every so often to keep track of Paris. Her paws stayed loosely in the sand, ready to meet any attack Paris had for her.

(I wonder if Freja's plan will ever work.. I spent too long planning it for it to blow up in my face xD)

[Sivoncé™]

Breathlessly, Carolina looked from BurnNote to Fireflight and shook her head. "I-It all happened so quick," the gray warrior stuttered, eyes stricken with grief. "She's got to have lives left, of course, but she's already lost one. Two in one battle.....we weren't meant to fight like this. This is kill or be killed....this isn't humane!" Before she knew it, BurnNote was in heated battle with a lumbering Blood Mist. Miserably, she continued to flash her eyes from her friend to her fallen leader. Right now, BurnNote would have to fend for herself, or Assyria's packmates would be tearing lives from Fireflight left and right. Carolina took a hold of Fireflight's scruff and began to sluggishly pull her towards the shelter of the undergrowth.

I don't think so.
He was running, sprinting faster than he'd ever sprinted before -- faster than even when he was running for freedom with Annelise. With a feral growl, Regulus rammed towards Hellfire's side; the beast of a Blood Mist wouldn't have much warning if he was occuppied with BurnNote. Snarling and lashing out for any piece of flesh he could find, Regulus snarled a warning in Hellfire's ear:
"Sorry, buddy, but there's only room for one obnoxious prick in this forest, and that would be me!"

Fireflight stood up and wandered aimlessly through the darkness. Here and there, there were ghosting curtains of white mist that floated through the empty realm. Up ahead was a crimson glow. Thinking it was a sunrise, Fireflight picked up her pace and headed for the source of the light. It was very strange to her that all pain had fallen away from her being. For a brief moment, she wondered whether or not Assyria had succeeded in wiping away all of her lives -- eight at a time -- but for some reason she was able to dismiss this thought as soon as it entered her mind. Fireflight was not dead; she had lost another life, but she had a long life ahead of her before she joined her family in the Twilight Realm. A sense of dread slowly flooded her being; he pawsteps slowed as the great orb of red light grew nearer. She froze in horror as she realized it wasn't a sunset at all, but the bloody scene of a murder. There, at the heart of a twisted version of the Twilight Clearing, she watched as a mighty shadow wolf, a faceless murderer, killed each and every one of her packmates. He went down a line, laughing as he went, and Fireflight tried to leap at him, but her body was stuck hopelessly in a position of painful watching. She screamed and cried and shrieked as she watched her sons and daughters and Euphrates brutally destroyed before her eyes. By the time it was over, Fireflight was in the fetal position, whimpering in impossible grief on the dark floor of the realm.
"Fireflight," the soft voice of her sister echoed in her ear, "things in the valley are changing. If the Destinians are to survive, things must change."
"Tell me what I need to do!" Fireflight sobbed on her sister's shoulder.
Dream sighed softly, a great sadness echoing in her voice. "This time, Fireflight, things must be different. Some leaders will try, as you have, to bind the packs together and fight Blood Mist head on, but this will not work. Some packs may suggest running away, like the packs have in the past, but this will not work. Most of all, Fireflight, every pack has its own agenda. If the Destinians are to survive, they must find a new path, Fireflight. You must start solving this age-old conundrum from scratch, as if it is brand new, or you and everyone else will perish."Fireflight opened her mouth to ask Dream to explain further, but the vision faded and, instead, Fireflight woke gasping for air.

Paris continued to circle his enemy, eyes narrowed to slits. He watched her movements carefully, nimble paws ready to spring out of the way when she lunged. When she didn't make a move towards him, he feinted right and then left in an attempt to provoke her into motion.

Neveria howled and spat in fury as an unseen foe buried his fangs in the side of her neck. Luky for Neveria, Gossip didn't hit a vital vein. Neveria rolled with him impact and eventually shook herself from his hold. Blood oozed from the wound in her neck, but this was far from over; Neveria sprinted forward towards Gossip, as if to spring at him from the front, but veered to the side at the last minute in an attempt to rake her claws across his flank. She kept on running past him, and then, when she was directly behind him, dropped into a defensive crouch, waiting for him to react. Neveria was the product of Blood Mist experimentation; her technique was something of its own.

[MooniiKinz]

Mahina only rolled her eyes at Paris, still staring at him. "You look like a pathetic PUP!" Although her paws screamed to get going with the battle, she managed to take charge, and keep still.

Gossip yelped slightly as claws raked across his side, and he spun around to face Neveria. He didn't move, instead her just sat down, tail curling around his paws, as if she wasn't even a threat.

(God that was short, I was low on muse today ^.^
btw, I should probably mention wolves don't fight with their claws. Just saying ^.^)

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

(++It's a good thing Hellfire is an expert at double-teaming. xD++)

Colors were dancing across his vision, and he found himself tumbling across the sod. With a dazed expression, he got to his feet, just to be greeted with a tyrant of slashes, and biting. Hellfire sprang backwards, his eyes growing wide as he realized it was Regulus who had attacked him. Hellfire sneered, the hair on the back of his neck bristling. His mouth opened, and a snarl was heard, his fangs showing. What the hell are you doing here? Come to save the damsel in distress, did you? He sneered, before springing forward. His eyes were fueled with hellfire, and brimstone, sparks seeming to fly from his very soul.

Hellfire was tired of trying to act like he didn't know what he was doing. He lowered his head, protecting his neck, but snaked his head out, searching for anything to bite down on really. He really would have like to have his throat, but that wouldn't happen. This was it. This was the battle where one of them would die, and it wasn't going to be Hellfire. He would make sure of that.

~++**++~

BurnNote opened one eye to see Carolina dragging their alpha out of the way, and a sigh of relief was felt. Now then, she had to see who saved her hide...
Regulus? Her expression was much like Hellfire's, shocked, and some what confused. What was Regulus doing here? She stood up, arching an eyebrow before making a split decision. As Hellfire sprang toward Regulus, she shot up, and slammed her shoulder into Hellfire's side. The two siblings went tumbling for a bit, until Hellfire was up, and coming back for Regulus. BurnNote shook her coat out, and smirked. At least Regulus was some what ready for the attack now.

Hellfire sprang toward Regulus, this time with more energy, and intent on sinking his fangs into Regulus. Even so, BurnNote felt her heart squeeze with fear, and she heard herself whisper Watch out, Regulus.[/i] She stood up, and stalked around the duo, waiting for a change to catch Hellfire off gaurd again.

(++Bon Jovi is actually good muse music, didja know? xD++)

[Sivoncé™]

Regulus made to make a move of his own, but too late, a familiar fiery vixen took the blow for him. He winced as they tumbled together, but felt an ounce of relief when BurnNote emerged unscathed. Regulus snorted at her warning; she could probably hear the roll of his eyes, they were so loaded with sarcasm. As BurnNote prepared to dismantle Hellfire's balance, Regulus sidestepped Hellfire's spring -- though the beast's fangs opened a cut on his foreleg -- and leaped for Hellfire's back, trying to get a hold into the brute's shoulders with his claws. He snarled close to Hellfire's ears, "Think before you act, buddy. You can't kill someone who's already been dead."
Regulus was privately relishing the shock from both Hellfire and BurnNote, but knew now wasn't the time to let it carry his focus away. There would be words to be shared between BurnNote and himself, and if he was lucky, he would get to properly damn Hellfire to the depths of hell. But the verbal damnation would come later; now it was time to break him down on the outside.

Fireflight spluttered into awarenss, heart racing and mind throbbing with the terrible vision she'd just seen. To her utmost horror, the battlefield before her, bathed in her pack's blood and the blood of others, had an eerie resemblance to the nightmare she'd just woken from. Frantically, Fireflight looked around for Whisper. Had the healer had any signs like she'd just had? Fireflight would need to talk to her soon. But first, there was a battle to be won. Fireflight watched helplessly from the sidelines, heart heavier than the thickest raincloud. Isis and Cleopatra were gone.
I failed you, my children. Momma couldn't save you.

Paris said nothing, but his eyes flashed with dark amusement; she was buying right into his scheme. Soon, the wolf would grow restless and decide to throw the first punch. Paris continued to circle her patiently, excitement bursting in his veins. All of her petty insults wouldn't harm his resolve; he would wait, and then, feasting his claws on her flesh, he would have his revenge.

Neveria's eyes slitted as he sat. She stayed statuesque for a moment on contemplation, and then prowled forward slowly, gradually, claws flexing with each slinking pawstep. The Blood Mist neophyte was hunting Gossip as if he were sleeping prey.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

Hellfire rolled away, watching as Regulus sprang on the ground. He smirked, and said I believe you are the one who engaged me first, dumb ass. He snarled, gold irises glancing between BurnNote and Regulus. Too bad...I'm going to have to kill BurnNote in front of her Dark Princes. How intriguing. He thought. He lowered his head, his fangs bared just the slightest, and slowly he began to stalk forward. Hellfire didn't spring, but instead, he thought about BurnNote. What if he were to kill her off now? What would that lead Prince Charming to do? Kill him? That was the least of his problems. Hellfire snarled, and leaped forward again. He was really only wanting a tumble at the moment. What he was aiming for was BurnNote to interfer, and if that happened, she'd be shit out of luck.

BurnNote could almost feel the roll of Regulus eyes, and she glowered at the two fighting wolves. Does he even need me here? She questioned, but continued circling them. Why are we here anyways? I wasn't informed the battle was going to happen. Where the pups taken? She thought to herself, shaking her head. Her blue iries drifted away from the fighting brutes for a moment, scanning the blood bath. It made her sick. This was not how it was supposed to be. Was Fireflight alright? Would she call a retreat? If she did that, what would happen?
The Blood Mist would win. She thought to herself. That sick bastard right there would win. She said, looking to the soot black wolf. No, that couldn't happen.

Hellfire smirked, feeling BurnNotes blue irises on him. Not to fear dear sister. I have not forgotten about you. Your blood shall be spilled in due time. Now, if this prick would just get out of my way. He thought in mid-air, though he didn't dare look away from where he was supposed to be landing. He was wanting to spring into the side of Regulus. If he suceeded in that, perhaps BurnNote would leap to help him. And then, she'd be his.
And there'd be nothing prince charming could do about it.

[Sivoncé™]

Regulus snorted in contempt. "Hellfire, when tha thug rolls inta tha hood, ya git gone, foo!"

JUST KIDDING!

Regulus spat in contempt. "Regardless, there's only one captain badass here. And, like I said, that would be me!" As Hellfire came at his side, Regulus ducked quickly. When he was below Hellfire's stomach, Regulus surged from the ground, right at the belly of the brute. Whatever plans Hellfire had, Regulus had some of his own, and he intended to see them through.

Fireflight looked around frantically. She had fought hard and valiantly for her pack, but she was only a wolf. There wasn't anymore, physically, that she could do for her packmates, and, to her dismay, she saw that many Destinians were in a similar state as she. Someone had told her Aradis had lost a life as well. A Siverian had been murdered before, and Etheris -- one of Carolina's own children had turned traitor. One glance at the gray warrior, who looked tired and fretful but not especially shell-shocked, told Fireflight that Carolina was not yet privy to this news. So much tyranny, all in one burning forest...BurnNote was perhaps the freshest warrior she had left. The Sheerans could go strong for a bit longer, as well, and the Siverians were powered by the need for vengeance. It's time to draw ourselves out of the equation, Fireflight thought miserably. They were nowhere closer to finding Fireflight's lost daughters or defeating Blood Mist; the only thing they'd acomplished was spilling more innoccent blood. Helplessly, Fireflight peered around for Kasie or Aradis. She only hoped her allies would understand that she had no choice but to draw back.

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Aradis limped along the sidelines of the battle, wincing in pain with every step she took. She watched the wolves fight below, they all seemed restless, but a closer look revealed the truth of all of them. She managed to stop her pitiful steps before she ran into Fireflight, giving a small smile before sitting next to the Destinian alphess. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Gossip only blinked, again, but didn't move from his position. His paw was suspended in the air, unwilling to put weight on it. Slowly, he stood up, keeping his paw in the air. His chest rose and fell heavily, as he walked past Neveria, keeping an eye on her as he walked towards the outskirts of the battle.

Mahina still sat still, taking a deep breath to keep herself from launching an attack. Instead, she stared at Paris with calm eyes, waiting until his patience ran out.

(Mina knows how to break a plan ^.^)