So.  As her uncle promised, the crew had arrived.  Full calvary.  It made her paws tingle.  Eyes brighten.  Until Valkyr.  Something about his deamor made her falter from the idea of rescue.  He still frightened her.  Quite a bit really.  Running from Valkyr just did not seem like a logical action.  Not with his abilities.  Even so, Keona had grown to notice the Pittian's threatening attitude towards those less friendly to her.  Like he felt... Protective.  It bewildered her.

Wasn't she a prisoner?  A child yes, but a captive, right?  It made no sense, from a tactical sense, to grow attached to a captive.  Yet that appeared the case.  Keona felt her head tilt upwards towards the sound of voice, brows creasing.  Running would be easy now, right?  Running was the... Right choice right?  Keona belonged with her crew.

'Can be earned...' Proven.  Deserved.  Running to the crew seemed so foolish all of a sudden.  The ideas placed in her mind by her uncle and the request rendering her paws to something frozen solid.  A frightful child, that'd be what was rendered of her.  Frightful.  Blind.  Little child.

The fae's ears flattened.  Her uncle... She pondered on warily, wondering which choice he'd approve.  He seemed to think her capable of more than she did.  She had to prove him right... Right? Whatever the choice, he'd remain at her side, surely.  A snake in the garden.  So the kitten did not move from Valkyr's side, throwing him a wary glance however as he sat.  Right.  Not a physical combatant.  Would he seriously hurt her crewmates through mental attack?

Could she stop him if she tried?  Doubtful.  Her mental shields may have improved, with the extreme vigorness she had approached the matter, but she did not match up to him.  Time to see if her crew did.  Assuming no one got in their way.  The full force of the Pitt had not yet shown it's face and Keona grew antsy about being caught in the crossfire.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯

// [member=1517]Luca[/member] will be capturing mori c:

moribund's two heads can't breathe. their heart is rushing, pounding. frantic little heart beating against their shared constricting ribcages. there is a dragon-- might, incomprehensibly powerful. the indomitable strength from the invading group overwhelms them. moribund never knew they could be this pitiful.

there is ice in their brains and fire in their belly, and one of the heads want to vomit. the threat was real and it was like nothing they had ever experienced before. the scent of burnt, charred flesh rose to their duo nostrils.

what were they to do?

they're shaking, limbs trembling ever so urgently. stop. get it together.

they can't.

head dizzy, and consumed with the urge to get away. anything. this was worse than the herd before them. who were these strangers, who came with such rage and vengeance?

hopeless anxiety addled their stomach. they were outside. tied to the post. exposed. the siamese twins wrenched at the rope tying them to the outside post with such vicious frenzy that the feeble wooden post came undone from it's root in the sand.

the sounds of callous battle and the din of bloodshed confused them, and they were shock still in place. would they run? would they be cut down in the midst of battle, caught in the crossfire?

Luca was a part of the rescue team, so there would be no chaos for him. His job was easy: he'd go in, grab somone, and come out. Four hundred years of kidnapping meant that he had the experience, but his mind was admittedly wandering. He had initially signed up for the raid so that he could save Junji, but the sweet angel had found his way home without any help in the end. Now Luca's thoughts remained with him back at the Typhoon. He wanted to be with him, he wanted to hold him, and he wanted to get this stupid raid over as soon as possible. Goldie was the only reason he was actually here right now. The demon would never come near slave owners without a damn good reason, and she managed to hit that mark for him. He wished that Junji had been able to break her out as well,  but life rarely ever turned out that perfectly. The sounds of destruction and battle roared in his enhanced senses as he slunk behind the rest of his crew. He was about to sneak inside and join the fun, but he was stopped by the sight of something interesting.

Two heads, one body. Luca assumed they were a slave due to the way they were tugging away at that rope, or maybe they were non-sentient, like a lot of prey animals tended to be. Either way, their appearance and pitiful demeanor definitely made Luca want to keep them. He hadn't had a pet in so long, and a life with him would certainly be better that one in a place called the Pitt. He broke off from the rest of the raid to approach the curious animal, his steps light but quick. He wanted to knock them out before he cut that rope, it would be no good if they were quicker than him and managed to escape. "Precious thing," he cooed softly as the circled the creature. "Be good now, okay?" And then he leaned in and aimed to clamp his jaws around a throat, not hard enough to strangle but with enough force to inject [member=2277]MORIBUND[/member]  with his venom. He hoped they wouldn't struggle too much, he was doing them a favor after all.

[Mobile sorry!]

amongst the din of battle, they did not notice luca until the other was upon them, whispering faux, honeyed words. how could they have noticed? they were ignorant as always. they were born useless and cursed, and will always be useless and cursed.

moribund's left head stiffens. they know this tune. they remember days of silver tongues and dialogue sweet as honey, made to entice and lead them in. those days, back in the herd. when their siblings were cold and callous and knew how to back mori into a corner, how to swindle favors from the freak until their kin abandoned their meticulous, careful games and gave in to the cruelty of the parents, to the thoughtless ruthlesness.

it does nothing to soothe them.

'come here, honey. don't worry. i won't hurt you,' used time and time again before the beatings came. knocked senseless and body painted beautiful and ugly shades of red among the black of their pelts. moribund obeyed time and time again because that was all they ever knew how to do. obey.

the words wrack a quiver down their spine, and their legs lock with the muscle memory of tensing every muscle in their body as the blows rain down. in their mind, surely luca will do the same to them. when will the beatings come?

they're expecting it this time, when the canine lunges. it instills a fire in their burbling guts. not the good type.

the right barely notices when the teeth sink in. their skin has gone numb, and the venom seeps into their veins like winter chill, working it's awful magic. somehow, they succumb even more to paralysis. the right head wants to guard themselves-- where did this sense of self preservation come from? they do not know it, nor do they notice it.

their body slowly falls limp.