TIME MARCHES ONWARD, CRUEL AS CAN BE
STUCK IN THE REAL WORLD, NOTHING COMES FREE

// not open for attacks due to a plot that's in place with him with some people in the thread already!

This was it, this is what Ruven had said he had wanted when he had seen others from various groups that Arvid had brought home. He had hoped that someone would come to get them, and he had hoped that they would bring a raid with them. The lion cub could only hope that there were others that he could actually fight and take on due to his size and his lack of traditional training. He knew a few things with his water elementals, but he hadn't been able to learn too much.

The lion cub watched as more and more of the Typhoon made their way in, rounded ears pricked as he looked around the others there, watched as his own groupmates came forward ready to fight. He was young, but he already felt a buzz in his paws at the aspect of being able to make his mother proud, and make her proud he was going to do. Claws dug into the earth as Ruven watched and waited, wanting to make sure the first one he attacked would be good.

R A V E N W O O D

Raids. These kinds of things terrified Ravenwood to his core, reminding him that there was always bad in the world. Well, not to mention the fact the whole.. pit thing that got them into this mess in the first place. With his ears flattened, the call to battle was made, the scent of the Typhoon thick in the air. Not to mention the woman at the helm of this battle.. Roxanne. This was not something that came easily to him, battle, no.

With his ears flat, Ravenwood snuck onto the field, his brows drawn.

// Ravenwood is not open to attack! There's a plot in place <3

SPEECH
FLASHBACK

As white fur streaked towards the polar bear, she took the mental attack head-on, snarling as she recoiled. She lifted up onto her hind legs, batting at the air to fight off an attack that was only in her mind. When she finally cleared and saw Aphra running at her, she let out a guttural growl, dropping down and aiming to slam her paws down on [member=1203]APHRA CIPHER .[/member] "Where is my daughter?" she would snarl out, rage clouding her vision.

The hellhound pup darted towards the sound of battle, breaking through the foliage and sliding to a halt. The scent of blood circled the smaller creature, a hunger igniting deep inside his stomach. His dual tails flicked in excitement, gaze lighting up at the thought of being able to do some sort of damage to the enemy. The pup glanced around the area, debating on his options when [member=18042]LUMIA CIPHER.[/member] appeared in his gaze. The pup took off towards her, a snarl dipping through his chest. He would attempt to lunge at her, claws aimed to dig into her shoulder so he could sink his teeth into the back of her neck. But due to his lack of size he would honestly be lucky to get a good enough grip on the other, the pup honestly hated not being full grown yet.

"THE GLADIATOR" — CHAMPION OF WAR

Had he been expecting the counterattack by the Typhoon? Yes, yes he supposed he had. Although, severely doubted he would be an important key player in this strike. After all, there was a more pressing matter on the topic of returning important crewmates, and he was not among that he didn’t think. Secondary. Or maybe that was just his self loathing talking over his actual thoughts and the reality that existed outside of his internal issues. But really, he was fine, he could easily be replaced should something go wrong, and the weight of his guilt was starting to drown out his demand to go home. He barely had the life left inside him to make a move on his own when the sounds of battle finally reached him, somewhere in the dark of a place he still wasn’t entirely sure he could explain. When you were limited to two places back and forth, you don’t really have the time to identify anything. Or so he would insist.

However, even in the dark of his imprisonment, something was able to break through the white noise and come across him as an individual sound, one that he had both heard before and shattered his insistence that he would not be rescued nor remembered.

Keona?

Danny looked up, as if he’d hear it better if he looked to where it came from, pushing himself off the stone floor and scratching at the sides of the cavern wall, the bars of his section of imprisonment, leaving little bloody marks. Of course, what use was a howl if there was no response?

Granted, his tired body couldn’t do as well as usual, perhaps weak and he couldn’t even guarantee she would hear from where he was, but the howl Danny gave was something. Now, how to get out?

— if i find some way out then i will stay, with heart split two ways down