The hellhound pup felt his body being lifted and chucked to the side. A flame ignited in the pit of his chest at the words that were shouted at him. ”You don’t look much older than me so what room do you have to speak,” he snapped back. His gaze glared harshly at the wall of ice between them, wondering how he’d be able to get past it. He snapped his gaze towards a small opening and dashed towards it, slipping through the opening. His gaze locked onto Lumia, a snarl curling back his lips. “You are on my land and regardless of how old I am I will defend it,”
This was the only place that had shown him kindness and welcomed him in regardless of anything that followed him. He was starting to gain a family there wether the pup liked it or not. And besides Solsken didn’t get his nickname for nothing, he was a Corrupted Flower and so he would go to where the corruption was the highest. He would attempt to dash towards Lumia again, teeth aimed towards a front leg and if he succeeded he would attempt to pull the female down to the ground to be able to pin her.

[b]KINGPIN — COALITION — 3.5 YEARS

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

The ground beneath him was cold, and unyielding. The scent of The Typhoon in the air was a lifeline that Michael clung to, even though the bobcat knew his life wouldn't last much longer. The noose of freezing water around his neck made him feel like he was suffocating, and he could do nothing more than stumble forward, over to where Sojourn had dragged him. As he looked up at her, there was a mixed expression of sadness and remorse on his face, along with a flare of anger lingering in his gaze. He had been so close. So close to rescuing Danny and Vayne, and managing to sneak them out without any of this extra bloodshed needed. But the kingpin was too smart... had grown too suspicious. Honestly, he had figured that he would already be dead by this point, murdered in cold blood as soon as Sojourn figured out who he really was. She had different plans, though – not that he could entirely blame her.

Truthfully, he had never meant to play with Sojourn's heart. He had meant to deceive the kingpin, yes, but he hadn't meant to get so close to her. He didn't like being so cruel. Perhaps when he was a younger thief, who didn't care all that much for anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. Now, though? He really did feel bad about what he had done. All he had wanted was information, and he hadn't expected Sojourn to fall so hard for the Silvertongue persona that he had put on.

Perhaps, in another life, where he really was Silver, he might've been able to return her feelings. That wasn't this life, though. Not only were they on opposite sides of warring factions, but he just couldn't feel that way about her – couldn't feel that way about any woman, really. Still, he couldn't help wincing when he saw the pain in Sojourn's manic gaze, glaring down at him with a mixture of hatred and something else. His voice was similarly low as he spoke, words strained thanks to the noose around his neck, "I'm... I'm sorry. I never meant for things to happen like this." He knew that saying that would bring the kingpin's wounded heart little comfort, but he still found it necessary. He really had enjoyed her company, in the rare moments he had gotten to see her not in the mindset of a bloodthirsty and ruthless ruler of the Condemned.

Still... even though Michael understood the pain Sojourn was going through, he couldn't stand down. The Typhoon had arrived, and he knew what they were here for – Vayne, and Danny. He wanted them to be brought back home, and that meant that he needed to take action, even if it meant sacrificing his own life for theirs. Hell, he had almost expected this when he had first decided to come and spy. Really, his only regret was that he hadn't managed to get them out sooner. So for the moment, the bobcat just turned his mismatched gaze in the direction of the fighters, a brief smile pulling at his muzzle. His attention settled on Diya and Roxanne in particular, his gaze full of warmth and love as he saw them. His best friend, and his sister... his two greatest supports. He would miss them... he hoped they would be alright without him.

Taking a deep breath, the vampiric bobcat managed to stumble to his paws, claws digging into the earth beneath him. The noose around his neck still felt suffocating, but he no longer cared – he needed to act while he still could. So, with no more warning than a snarl from the back of his throat, Michael threw himself forward, jaws open wide as he latched onto Sojourn's neck. He was considerably smaller than the lioness, but his large vampire fangs made it easier for him to do damage, the male tearing away as much flesh and muscle that he could, trying to weaken Sojourn as much as possible. When he let go and fell back, he found himself on shaky legs, the noose around his neck seeming even tighter as he glared up in defiance at Sojourn. He knew the wounds he had inflicted probably wouldn't be enough to kill her, especially in her current state, but hopefully it would be enough to weaken her. Just enough for The Typhoon to succeed in their goal.

As blood dripped down from his maw, Michael found that he didn't feel any fear over his impending death. He knew that he couldn't do anything about it – he was far too weak to try and escape from Sojourn's hold. So instead, he merely waited, mismatched gaze full of fury and determination as he expected the kingpin's retaliation.

( permission given by rhosmari to powerplay Michael chomping [member=16709]SOJOURN[/member] )

As feeble claws attempted to claw at her fur, the polar bear would give a bitter laugh, pressing more weight onto her paws in an attempt to break some of Aphra's ribs. Whether successful or not, she would move to wrap her maw around the other's torse and crunch down, lifting her and thrashing her head back and forth. She would land her eyes on Roxanne and she would give a wicked grin. "Roxanne, here!" she would snarl out around the feline before jerking her head, aiming to have her go flying towards her wife. If this worked or not, it would not matter for her next interaction would be to move on from the bengal, head swinging to face Sojourn as the leader began to spoke. As she watched Michael be dragged, as she watched him look at her with such fondness, as she spotted the exact moment he decided he was dead, she finally snapped. That last string of togetherness that had been holding her up finally was snipped. Diya was gone, the beast of tar that always remained packed down was finally allowed to rear its head, and oh how it did. With a massive snarl, it pushed the polar bear forward into a looping run, pushing itself the distance that separated them. Wordless cries at it began to lunge, attention on the one that held its brother captive.

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

Ruven watched as each member went after one another, head turning as his mother came out dragging Michael out. He didn't recognize him, and wasn't sure if he should be. Ruven didn't know that Michael was none other than Silvertongue, an ironic name given to herself to come and get information on the Coalition. He'd be furious when he found out.

Attention was soon grabbed by Diya as she came lumbering forward towards Ruven's mother, and he quickly ran forward without thinking, as fast as he could as he head straight for [member=1149]Diya F.M.[/member], lunging in an attempt to claw at her sides, his powers working full force as he then attempt to bend the blood within her body. If he was successful he would try and drain it from any wound he could. He didn't even know he was doing it, so focused on helping Sojourn to make sure she got to set her example, his emotions causing the power to flow through him.

[b]KINGPIN — COALITION — 3.5 YEARS

Saturn should’ve known this would happen, the lack of being able to hear anyone who would come up behind him. All of the noises were becoming too loud, deafening the snow leopard from what was right behind him. All of the scents had blended together and now they couldn’t tell what scent belonged to who. And so it came to no surprise when the first slash so his side came. A pain filled noise escaped from their chest, not quite a scream. The feline felt their body behind shoved down, a cough ripping from their muzzle and spewing blood across the ground. Their gaze flicked shut at the damage that was done to their body. There was nothing they could do to stop any of the onslaught. When the teeth clamped around their throat and squeezed the feline could feel something snapping underneath, the blood now oozing from the holes that were left. Unseeing orbs shifted towards Deldrach, acceptance having filtered across their expression. Their maw spread apart, words trying to form. “Not all of us w-wanted this,” they mused, blood spilling out from the muzzle as they spoke, a cough taking through their body.