Bargain (OPEN/PLOTISH!)

[Sivoncé™]

(Sorry Featherswift, typo/confusion xD )

It was as if the Yozorans, or at least a few of them, were beginning to ignore the two over-zealous wolves of questionable sanity who had presented the very idea to them in order to properly discuss it; they could listen to each other. From their packmates' mouths, they could handle just about anything and do their best to understand. From Bain or Assyria? Nobody really wanted to hear anything.

Finally, someone sensible! Assyria dipped her head to Olive in a show of gratitude. Suddenly, now that they had at least one wolf decisively on their side, Assyria felt the fire behind her proposal returning with full force -- even in spite of the numerous voices that still rallied against them. Though there were a myriad of speeches to sort through, one that stood out to her through the mingle of ignorance and reason was the healer's bit. "I understand your concerns," she sympathized. "It is a radical, completely revolutionary idea. And in the past, yes, it has prove that separation has done us well. However, has it really? In the short-term, sure, but in the long-run? We've been at war with one another since the dawn of time, so has it really, truly worked? But I also understand another dimension of your concern -- your independence. So, I will clarify once and for all: Blood Mist is not planning a takeover of the Yozorans. We want to join you. Your alpha, Hades, will have just as much power as I will have. Our betas will work in cooperation with each other."
She turned to Olive. Now that she had her first supporter, it was time to make an example out of her.
Assyria stood, and in a few fluid strides, closed the gap between Olive and herself. The Yozoran braced herself, pelt fluffed in agitation and mild disgust, but held her ground as Assyria leaned forward. In a strained gesture, they touched noses as familiars. Assyria bowed her head and murmured, "Packmates."

Something was shifting inside her. Jolon wouldn't understand it. He'd condemn her the moment she stepped forth. But nevertheless, she had to. She had to be part of what was happening here. Tears sparked in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. He won't understand, he won't understand.
Autumn padded forward into the clearing, head held high.
She walked until she was standing right next to Jolon, but refused to look at him. Instead, her teary eyes bored into Bain and Assyria with cold disdain.
"My name is Autumn, and I am of half Yozoran and half Blood Mist lineage." She paused, blinking anxiously around at the wolves before her. It had been ages since she'd stepped foot in this camp and taken in all of these faces. In fact, the only Yozorans she'd seen since she'd left the pack were Jolon and Hades, if Hades even counted as a Yozoran.
"I grew up here. My Mother grew up here. She never met her Blood Mist parents, but she was fiercer than any Yozoran wolf around. She had fire in her blood, you could say. And then one day, Blood Mist came back. And Blood Mist killed her. Killed my m-mother, my father, my siblings, and ripped our lives apart! I am proud of where I come from, I am proud to have had grandparents who were brave enough and loved fiercely enough to take their daughter to a safe place, and I am glad to have had a mother who was strong enough to ignore what anyone might've said about her parents. I'm proud to be half Blood Mist! But you -- you insidious bastard and you black-hearted harlot! You don't do them justice! You stain their good names! And from the time I left this pack to right now, I vowed to free the Yozorans from this fiend who calls himself Hades -- and I can assure you he's been like this for moons. But now, right now, I'm taking a new vow. I will not rest until I have freed both of my families from these demons. Let Blood Mist and the Yozorans both be set free. Let there be a Golden Mist, and I'll be the first to volunteer for it, but let us be the ones to choose our leaders!"
She spat on the ground near Hades' paws, enraged, empowered, defiant.
"Both of you put stains on both your packs!"
And suddenly, she was able to look up at Jolon and smile. She'd been too scared to until now, but now she felt pride swelling in her chest.
This is who I am, and this is who I have become.

Let us be the ones to choose our leaders...
Lyell's mind was suddenly racing. Just a moment ago, there were two options: join the crazyhouse with Bain and Assyria, or get the hell out before you got killed. Now, with the reappearence of the face of his oldest friend's daughter, a third option had materialized.
God, I hope Iver is hearing this right now...
It seemed almost like what Iver had been talking about in the first place. Build a force of dissident Blood Mists and rebellious Yozorans who resisted Bain and Assyria. Autumn put it in a new context -- indeed, a Golden Mist, but a Golden Mist that belonged to them, not Bain and Assyria.
"Autumn is right. When they lived, her parents were two of my greatest friends. We can work together with Blood Mist -- and there are good Blood Mist wolves. But they are just like us; misrepresented and shoved to the side by a power-hungry, sadistic alpha. Imagine it: Blood Mists trying to do something other than fight, and not having any other option because it's what Assyria feeds them!" He turned pointedly to Olive.
"Hun, you can come back to the light side, now."Wordlessly, Olive obliged and stepped gratefully away from Assyria.

"Rochelle....wait!" But the she-wolf was gone. Olive felt guilt burning in her gut. I should've fought harder for us all. And as she walked to stand by Lyell once more, no longer a part of the charade put on by Assyria and Bain, Olive's ears caught the words of a wolf who'd just appeared at the entrance of the camp. As she looked at him, she felt there was something eerily familiar about the wolf. "Your mother....don't I know you?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Silence for the moment, his gears shifting into an intent mode of digesting their reactions. Nodding to each one in turn, respectfully. Privately noting, and not without some hint of amusement, how they accepted each other without question. But it was Autumn’s proclamation, her passion, that stirred Hades to his core.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“Dare I inquire what I have done to deserve such sore thoughts of me?”[/glow]
Despite the seemingly threatening tone of its delivery, Hades’ jowls curled into something bordering psychotic. But it wasn’t quite psychotic. It was… giddy? Giggling, then laughing, then nearly falling over himself at this sudden surge of forgotten Yozoran pride.
Once they hear themselves recite identical lyrics in an ever so slightly different arrangement, it transforms into purpose. What fun! And how… utterly… hilarious…!
Finally managing to contain himself, he tossed his torso upward, beaming broadly at the assembled few.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“But never the mind—that hardly matters. Finally utterance of common sense, ha-ha! Truly, if it was merely my presence that upset this arrangement, I would have told Bain to abandon his helm eons ago! Blood Mist and the Yozorans finally intertwining their interests for a more polished future… hehe… what do you foresee, then? Alpha Lyell? Alphess Autumn? Or elected representatives? The latter seems more fitting for the words you sing, dear mockingbirds. In any case, all that would leave is acquiring the votes of the Sheerans, Siverians, and Destinians…”[/glow]
His speech, if one could label it such, abruptly drifted off into excited rambles. This “breakthrough”, as he acknowledged it, unleashed his mind to the possibilities. Never mind that the Yozorans seemed to hate him (or a third of him, in any case) or that they seemed to hate Assyria. Never mind the sizable sector of Blood Mist that would be near impossible to sway without Assyria’s assistance in the matter. It was a step. A misguided step, almost certainly, especially considering that these wolves were being driven together by the apparent threat of Hades and Assyria themselves, but… all the same, good enough. Acceptable, for him.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“…though… it is only at the peak of extinction, of our greatest peril, that one discovers their true self, and the will to change. The other packs of this valley will not shift quietly with the tide, no… not at all. Assuming they would even listen, it would be too simple; it would lack sincerity. However, it appears for the moment, Assyria, that you and I… are that peril. Heh… hehe… hehaHAHAHA!”[/glow]
His attentions flashed briefly toward the Alphess at his flank. Essentially, the pack loathed them; they had forsaken their peace offerings and judged them eternally irredeemable. For what? Hades could hardly tell nor care. Whatever emotional offense he probably should have taken to the accusations flailed helplessly somewhere beside Bain’s younger soul.
And now what? Still gazing at Assyria. There was a smile hidden there, somewhere between the ribs of external canines, but only the stripped flesh of Toss stared emptily back at her now. Empty aside from the delighted fire churning within his sockets.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“Not exactly how I envisioned it, but any change will do. I must confess to you all, however, that I am and always have been merely the catalyst. It seems that this instrument hums warped lullabies from what I can remember, but all the same, politics was never my forte. Philosophy is more in my realm of comprehension.
“Autonomy is such a fickle creature; before this age, the packs have never truly merged but for temporary disasters. Death’s reign; Verlust’s assault. History is a perspective, but perspective can be one’s greatest teacher. A single, tranquil nation has never been achieved, but it has been attempted. And it has failed on the fault of purpose. Death and Verlust lorded over a drama of ambition and destruction; here, now, a new age can be born… of reconstruction. Building, not destroying. Understanding, not stifling.”[/glow]
Though evidently pleased, his voice suddenly lowered a pitch, and one ear tilted in Autumn’s direction. It may or may not have been intended as humor, but with that symbol of death perched upon his muzzle, it was understandably hard to tell.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“Though, I would appreciate it if you toned down the name-calling. ‘Harlot’? Lest you need reminding, there are children present.”[/glow]

[Destiny]

Well, then. Fuck 'Plan E' - things were moving in a new, and far more promising direction. There was no word to describe the emotion that surged through him, igniting the blood in his veins as if they had been but a simple fuse, and Autumn's words the fire. Perhaps the feeling was the lovechild of 'joy' and 'determination', who had previously crossbred with 'pride'. Perhaps not. Regardless, this wiped the slate of his mind clean of all previous ideas, and offered an amazing opportunity with extreme clarity. This would be the only chance, and it had to be taken. Jolon would be a good leader for them - but he held years upon years of experience, and could pass much of it on to the younger wolf before his time came to pass. This was a miracle.

The brush alongside one corner of the camp seemed to rustle, slightly at first, and then they moved no more, and there was a wolf. It was almost as if he had risen up from the ground itself, coming into existence as the light poured over him, the shadows no longer a veil. Without hesitation, Iver strode from his position on the sidelines. Past Lyell and Olive, to whom he gave a nod, past Hades, past Assyria. It was not until he stood on the far side of Autumn that he stopped, taking up a position that was neither threatening nor submissive. A brief nod was sent in Jolon's direction.

"Many of you may remember me, though perhaps some were too young at the time of my leave. But for those unfamiliar, I am Iver, and I was once the Alpha of the Yozoran pack." His voice was a deep rumble, a boom that was not loud enough to hurt the ears, but heavier than an elephant. "I have lived on the sidelines for many moons, watching the events unfold in and around the forest, hearing news of the packs - and I include yours in this, Assyria - as recent events have unfolded." He made a point of letting his gaze fall to Autumn for a moment, before shifting it in the direction of Assyria, and then Hades, where it remained. It was the determined stare of one who knows exactly what he's doing, and doesn't give a damn what you think about it. "And I would be honored to join the Golden Mist which Autumn has proposed, alongside my comrade Lyell and his family, and any other Yozoran or Blood Mist wolf who will join us."

What are you doing, Iver?
Getting myself killed, mostly.

[mudmudmud]

The tattered wolf gazed at the two sides of the arguement. Honestly, he could not recall anything about a "Yozoran" or a bloody mist of some sort. All he knew was that this camp smelled like his mother used to, and that was good enough for him. He had never before stumbled upon feuding wolves, save for the small pack that had saved his life and was the cause of his second brush with death. Quietly, he waited for his chance to speak up.

As a female approached him, he noticed her scent. She seemed familiar in a way, almost like Holly. His one blue eye squinted for a moment. "My name is... umm... Torn. Yes, that is what they told me. Torn. I'm sorry, but I don't believe we've ever met. Did you know my mother? Her name was Holly. What is going on here?" His voice was eerily dry, almost as if he had to beat the words to force them out.

[Sivoncé™]

Strong and unafraid, Autumn returned Hades' gaze with a cold one of her own. "It was freedom that burned like fire in my mother's veins, and burns in mine now; she followed the Yozorans because she believed them to be wolves of true heart. When she doubted this, she wasn't afraid to question the alpha and resolve her woes. She had the freedom to choose who to follow. By denying us the right to choose another leader, you cut away at our freedom and poison their memory. Laugh all you want -- but I can guaruntee no one will ever vote for either of you." Autumn felt her spirits soar as Iver appeared. Everything had fallen very suddenly into place; a moment ago, the Yozorans were facing ultimate peril. Now, it would appear that they had more allies than anticipated. She dipped her head to Iver in a show of respect -- she had been young when he was alpha, but she still remembered him. "Iver could lead us, then!" Disgust wrinkled her features at Hades' retort. Turning to glare back at him, she snarled, "She's the whore of Babylon, isn't she?"

Assyria's growled coldly back at Autumn as rage ripped through her and sent her mind into a hurricane. "Don't you dare preach to me about bloodlines and insult my own!" She whipped around, eyes sweeping hatefully over the idiots assembled before her. Why had she ever deemed them worth saving? They were imbiciles, the lot of them! Let them burn in hell as we did! I won't be a hero for them.
"Blood Mist, I assure you, won't want any part of your party -- they are loyal to me because I have proved to be an alpha worth following -- strangely like the type of leader you just described, dear Autumn. If I find any of you on my territory, I'll rip your fucking throats out! Starting with you!" She spat in Autumn's face and stormed towards the camp exit. Before she let the curtain fall across the Yozoran stage, she looked over her shoulder at Hades.
"These are not the revolutionaries you seek, but I bet you'll find some where I'm going."
And with that, the Queen of Blood Mist took her leave.

"Where you going, sugar?"
A voice in the forest stopped Assyria dead in her tracks.
A she-wolf of a rather curious blend appeared in front of the Blood Mist alpha. Assyria's eyes narrowed to slits at the familiar face, but try as she may, she couldn't place the strange femme. She was elder than Assyria, a loner by the looks of it, and her fur was the strangest combination of a blue-gray topcoat and crimson underbelly. Almost a sort of purple thing if you looked at it in the right light.
"The name's Nightshade, bitch, and I'm about to send you straight back to hell."
Before Assyria could react, Nightshade lunged forward and sank her fangs into her throat.
That's for messing with Iver's pack.

Lyell couldn't supress the grin that erupted on his face at the sight of Iver, stepping out into the light. Of course, if the ex-alpha hadn't done so himself, Lyell would've most definitely dragged him from the brush. He stood in the line of Yozorans, head high and proud as they stared down what was once Bain, now deserted by his only ally as she fled the camp in a fit of fury.
"I will join Golden Mist as well -- Olive, Mary, Plum and I will join. We'll have to come up with some plans to reach out to dissident Blood Mists. Assyria can go chase her own tail, there's gotta be others who feel like we do!"

Olive didn't hear or see anything that had taken place concerning Golden Mist any longer; her eyes were fixed to the face of the weathered, weary wolf. As soon as she heard the name, she knew it. It was him -- her brother.
"Torn!" She ran to his side, teary and elated all at once.
"It's really you! Are you okay? What h-happened?" She hesitated, stepping back from him now.
"I'm your sister, don't you remember me?"

[featherswift]

It seemed that all his words fell on the deaf ears of the lunatics in front of them. His pack didn't even say anything to his comments and it infuriated him that Assyria had done this to them. She had damaged the greatest of all things the pack had, pride. Bain had done his part too by not letting his get in the way of this. If this plan was agreed on, so help Lupis, he'd tear out Hades throat.

Assyria's sympathetic voice made him sick, especially explaining how the power would play out. His hackles raised at it. He'd never let these wolves govern his pack, including Bain. Hades had finally and completely joined Blood Mist. Yozoran pack had no alpha to govern them, but they had their spirit and he'd keep it ripe for the right time, even if he had to join the stupid Gold Mist.

The she-wolf sauntered towards Olive, which meant she got a lot closer than he wanted. Jolon showed his teeth at her sending a clear message across: I'll kill you if you hurt her. When they touched noses, he stepped to get in between them and his body language said to back-off. The idea of her even associating herself with Olive as a packmate infuriated him more by her audacity. Clearly, she wasn't all there like Bain. Before he could thoroughly get her to move out of his 'bubble', a familiar pelt that wasn't supposed to be here made him turn towards her.

It was Autumn! Her form came into the clearing and stopped right next to him. The sight of her and her wet fur from tears made him want to offer support. She'd been here the whole time and was helping out just like Kasparr and her had promised…at least in a way. Jolon stepped away from Assyria's disgusting image, back to where he had been, where he could be closer to Autumn and protect her if anything happened.

Her first words made him turn towards the 'alphas' to see their reaction, but as she kept going on and on, his eyes were only for her. Everything she said fit well with her proposal and he backed it, but the last bit confused him. Golden Mist couldn't ever be a pack, it was wrong from the start which was its name. Blood Mist like Assyria would never live with Yozoran pack so peacefully and choosing leaders would be difficult. When she had finished and gave him a smile, he felt her pride as his own. She was an actual wolf who was actually fighting for future unlike these others who weren't letting their fire burn.

Lyell quickly joined and Jolon began to feel hope coming back to him. It was no longer standing by itself in his form. It would work, this democracy, for it had been a goal of his for a while now. While Bain had been hoping for a tyranny, he'd been trying to sway his pack for democracy. It would work, it had to work, he'd help make it work. He never wanted to see any wolf put down or killed without reason again. The male did know that this democracy wouldn't work with Blood Mist though, not under Assyria's leadership. Hades would have to be brought down as well and Jolon was beginning to hanker for his throat in his mouth.

Bain's poison entered the camp once again and Jolon had had enough! He'd seen it too, this democracy was like what they had proposed, but it also wasn't like it at all. When he spoke directly to Autumn, he took a step forward, ever growing nearer towards him. A growl grew in his throat once again, but this time it was to defend Autumn and her plan. He accepted it and would be a part of it. As if Yozoran pack hadn't gone through enough, another wolf entered their midst and he too acknowledged Jolon's presence on the other side of Autumn.

This one had good points and he fully supported it, but not the name if Hades was a leader. But as he heard more, he felt as though it would the right name. Jolon couldn't believe it, they had the old Alpha, Iver on their side. Jolon dipped his head towards Iver. Now this wolf was an alpha, not Bain nor Hades nor Assyria. He would let this wolf lead on the Yozoran part until the joint packs were ready for one leader in years to come.

Autumn finally gave her speal out to Hades and showed it how it was done. Her little comment on Assyria made him smile. He never knew her to be like this and he liked it. She was a wolf that stood for what was right, even more so than he had thought. Her comment wasn't liked by the wolfess herself. And with that she took her leave after telling how Blood Mist wouldn't join. Maybe they would if they found the right ones as his pack had spoken of. Assyria wasn't true alpha so her words didn't ring out as clear to him as Iver's did.

Now only Hades was left and it was time to sentence him for his crime. "Hades you are not our alpha, we are our own leaders. Your reign if over, along with Bain's. Not just because of your old age, but because of the crimes you committed to Yozoran pack," he barked, his anger finally fully lashing out with his words of malice. He shot a look at Iver to see if he wanted to do it or he should.

"You're wrong, Hades. If Golden Mist does exist it won't be like your filthy mind imagined, it will indeed embrace the Golden One's virtues. Only those wishing to live in it, will, including Blood Mists that aren't as deranged as your once comrade, Assyria." What did 'Hades' have to say with that? Would he run, or would he fight one last time before the pack took him to the ground? It was his choice and neither was good. Either way Bain couldn't be allowed to live for fear of his association with Blood Mist and whoever else. If he was allowed by the Golden One's grace, then on first sighting, Jolon could ensure that it would be dealt with. He wasn't going to let another 'fire', parse, ruin his pack again.

However, the idea of Golden Mist as it was in Assyria and Hades eyes scared him and felt wrong. He wouldn't let Yozoran pack fall as low as that fate to happen. No, he'd fight it because it seemed that his pack wished the democracy. To ensure all their safety he'd make sure only those Blood Mist that were loyal and wished to reverse their ways would join. It didn't matter that Iver was here, it didn't matter that Pernille was Beta, he'd get his way in that part because if not, they would have hell to pay.

[nighty!]

(due to lack of arrival... Pernille was already here in the background)

There is no way in hell that I'm going to ally my with this bitch. Confusing madness filled Pernille's mind when Bain was actually allowing this. There was bad written all over this idea of how this wasn't going to work. The pack had its difficulties in the first place that all the other packs went against them because of some stupid action and now. Now it seems to her that Blood Mist are just begging for help to defeat the other three packs who are on the right side. Blood Mist went with their separate ways with another pack where her mind doesn't recall which specific pack it was. Black Mist or something it had mist in it Pernille wasn't even born, Iver and her mother were escaping the land that where we could have stayed because of Blood Mist wanting to kill and rule the other four packs. Pernille was born a Yozoran, and will always be a Yozoran.

Before she realizes it, Iver was making a speech. Where the hell did he come from and why did he choose now to show up?! A little bit earlier would have been completely nice. Before Pernille decides starts ranting in her head without paying attention to anything that was going on. And I would be honored to join the Golden Mist which Autumn has proposed, alongside my comrade Lyell and his family, and any other Yozoran or Blood Mist wolf who will join us. She couldn't believe it. Past alpha of the pack, giving up to be friends with the bastards and whores. It was a dream. It had to be.

"Well, it seems that I failed as second of command as beta for our pack," She muttered and turned around and walked away from the pack, hopefully nobody noticing. "Cause there is no way in hell that I'll join this 'Golden Mist' and be allied with the Blood Mist, over my dead body." Another mutter same out of her maul. Pernille shouldn't have been beta, she also shouldn't have let Bain been Alpha when Iver was gone. It was her fault.

The loner leaves the waiting lines.

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Humpfry shifted his paws uncomfortably. He didn't know which side to be on, and frankly, the Yozorans were looking much more appealing than his whining leader. In fact, when Assyria was attacked by another strange-looking wolf, he did nothing.

***

His eye growing wide, Torn's jaw dropped slightly open. A sister? Since when did he have a sister? It made perfect sense, of course, she smelled like his mother and seemed to have her loving nature and tender compassion as well. However, her name escaped him and he couldn't help thinking that he had never seen this wolf in his life. The fact that this was his pack and had been since he was born hadn't hit him quite yet and he just stared at her, dumbfounded. "I... um... I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. You must be mistaking me for someone else. A Yozora character, I believe some wolves have called me."

"All I know is that I woke up one day with a broken paw beside some wolf I'd never met before. I couldn't remember my name or what had happened. The loner pack that saved me said I kept repeating 'I'm Torn, nice to meet you' and I had been out for days. My current condition is a long story, but this place smells like my mother did. Who are you?" Like Olive, he had completely forgotten about the bloody fight and argument before him, even the fact that some crazy wolf had a big skull on his head.

***

Millions of miles above, claws dug into the floor of the Twilight Realm. Yozora's own kin could not even stop her pack from being destroyed. It was the kind of event that made her skin crawl, made her heart ache, and drove her to the point of madness. Closing her eyes tightly, she fought a pointless battle with her anger, knowing it would bubble over at some point. Suddenly, I burst of lightening shot from between her paws, hurtling straight toward the Yozoran clearing. Her breathing quickened as the bolt drew closer and closer until...

CRASH. Light filled her vision, masking the camp. When she had regained sight, the group of bushes that Iver had appeared from caught fire from the strike. "... they all deserved it."

[Njack]

Slip was silent. There was nothing more to do. Though it seemed that they would not bow in to the Blood Mist wolves' wishes, along with this... Hades that Bain had become, the Yozoran pack was soon to be no more.

He bowed his head to no one in particular. Another chapter of history, it seemed, was destined to end, if only by name.

Slip would not slip away, though he thought some of his packmates might. He would stay. He would join Golden Mist, however distasteful the idea might seem. He was the Yozoran healer, though he knew not what would happen to his position once Golden Mist formed, nor what would happen to him.

He would stay and try to protect the remnants as best he could. It was all he could do.

And then the lightning bolt struck, setting a bush on fire. A lot of bushes. The fire was spreading quickly. Slip hightailed it out of there, towards safer grounds.

A little ironic, he mused, after what he had been thinking. Perhaps the gods themselves were vengeful... But it was no use thinking like that. The gods, as far as he had seen, were impartial, and no wolf could truly claim to know the will of the gods.

[Destiny]

[ I know this should be a really in depth post, but to be perfectly honest my head is hurting too much today, and I just want to get Iver out of here. So short and sweet it is. ]

Having spent the majority of the last few minutes staring at Hades, generally ignoring Assyria's existence, and being overly proud of both Lyell and Autumn, Iver still succeeded in not being taken that off guard by the sudden catastrophe. Why? Well, when you've spent that long on your own, and when you've been an Alpha, and when you're a fucking fossil, shit just doesn't usually surprise you anymore. "Everyone out, as quickly as possible, don't doddle. Head to the Lake, it should be safe by the water, and if it's not wade into the shallows." Iver, however, did not run.

Instead, he trotted with the utmost calm towards Hades, and stood there while the flames began to engulf the camp. "You are dead to this pack. If I ever see you again, I will kill you. Now go, before the flames do it for me." With that, he turned, gave a final shout for everyone to leave, and herded anyone who wasn't already running towards an exit that wasn't currently licked by fire.

[Sivoncé™]

(lol don't worry Des, I get that a lot too xD)

Suddenly, the world was consumed by a different kind of fire. From somewhere high in the sky, a blade of inferno had dropped down from the heavens and sliced through the heart of the Yozoran Camp. There were no more words for Bain now -- Iver had said them all. Now, all there was left to do was run head-first into their new, fragile, uncertain future.

Autumn froze for a moment in panic as the flames roared to life. Seeing Iver's last words for Bain brought her back to the present; their home was burning, and if any of the Yozorans or token Blood Mists wanted to live to see the new Golden Mist, now was the time to run. "Iver's right!" She howled to the others. "Get to the lake, that'll be the safest place!" Before she turned to run herself, she caught sight of Humpfrey and the dilemma in his gaze.
"Come with us!" She called to him. Not waiting to see if he followed, she brushed past Jolon and beckoned to him with her tail. "Come on, we should get there and find Kasparr before he freaks out and comes looking for me!"

The only thing that could break Olive's attention from her brother at this point happened to be the very thing that flared into existence; very suddenly, the Yozorans and their company were surrounded by fire.
"We have to go, come with us!" She begged her brother. "I know it doesn't make sense now, but I'll explain everything once we get to safety. Just come with us, please!" She pleaded with him desperately, eyes teary with sorrow.

What in hell's name? The fires had come from virtually nowhere. But the moment they hit, Lyell's instincts kicked in. Immediately, he ran for Mary and Plum and shoved his daughters away from the brush fires. He bared his teeth against the furious burn that lashed across his neck in doing so. "We have to get to the lake," he told them frantically. Nodding fearfully, the two girls took off towards the lake, Lyell right behind them. He stopped at the entrance, eyes catching on Olive pleading with the other wolf.
"Olive, love, we have to go!"

As the world erupted in flame, Nightshade stepped back to admire her handiwork with a knowing smirk. The bitch would die this time, she knew it. Really die, like for all of eternity. No more reincarnation for that meddling whore---
"Damnit!" Nightshade hissed in frustration as Assyria disintegrated a moment before the flames kissed her wounds.
Now, the bitch was sure as hell to reincarnate. And she'd probably want to kill Nightshade very badly when she got back.
Without another word, Nightshade turned and wove through the burning trees and she fled towards the lake.
Let the bitch come and take me, but I'll take her down with me!

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Torn shook his head in frustration, causing pain in the many wounds that covered his face and his neck. Blinking his only available eye, he nodded, standing and following Olive and Lyell out of the camp just as flames flicked behind him. Picking up the pace, he hobbled behind the other wolves.

Thankful for one of the few orders he had gotten that day, Humpfry stood and took his place beside Torn, supporting the other wolf when needed. Only one thought was racing through his mind, really. Aerowyn was going to be pissed.

(Short post is short.)