the pack was split. this revelation sent a choleric crack of an angry whip lashing the irritable recesses of her mind, rending her thoughts cloven and spiraling into distress like hoary, well-weathered leaves in the eye of a brilliant storm.

but through the mind link, she knows they are not dead. they are okay. they are safe. and that is enough for the omega.

the mutt trudges behind tao, weaving a pace akin to glacial as she stops to appraise the wounds of her fellow packmates with the roving gaze of  tenderly petal pink irises, radiant with the fresh fresh lacquer of besotted worry.

aphrodesiac's heavy, brutish claws sunk into the skin of sun-soaked, placid earth. the foundation that grounded her. kept her steady. the demoness's claws cleaved whisper-thin, dreamy strings of grass, flattening it smugly beneath her heavy, domineering step.

the youth's ear was savagely split by brutal, disparaging claws, allowing wicked the wicked ebb of her life blood. it oozed slick like oil, and just as crass, just as rotten.

just as foul smelling.

the battle had been brief and bloody, but pack was everything to rho like an indomitable bliss she couldn't describe, and the knowledge that something would want to take that from her sent the adolescent into a snakebite frenzy. the violent flashbulb of adrenaline that had exploded within her mind wriggled, wormed within her, bit down and failed to wane. up until the moment that the remaining faced the wall that barred them from safety, the rage was a friend that refused to depart. it clung jealously to the hollow of her bones, in her throat. the likeness of darkness hugging the curvilinear of the moon.

the land here was warm and compassionate with a feeling she could not begin to trace upon with words or thoughts, even if the idea of turning to another group for protection had woven tethers of weariness into her frame of thought.

the big girl curled her lip, siddling next to her sovereigns. many, many moments after the skirmish and seperation, and her heart still tingled with the frazzled beat of violence, racing warm and snug underneath skin.

already, her soul sang for the anticipated arrival of the other half of the pack.

if anything, it helped that the alpha were here, though his irritation was palpable and the friction of it all settled across her nerves in waves. she stood close to them, longing to drink in their velvet red comfort.

rho's gaze wandered to asteria's gauched wing, studying the tango of silky red and sinewy black, glittering blood tangled in a nest of ebony bristles. honey, was the way she could describe the faint scent that wafted from raw, bleeding cuts that were the trophies of battle. honey, because it was intoxicating and sickly-- for all the wrong reasons.

stupid rogues. stupid skirmish. stupid everything.

"are you shure you don' wan' me to halp with tha?" a fat, pink tongue pattered wetly against the roof of her mouth as she set to work putting her vocal cords to use; a vital organ that sent a guttural warble that sounded the least bit feminine thundering heartily past her throat. her vivid speech was ruptured pitifully by protruding tusks; an obstacle that was sure to make any speech-related task difficult.

a slitted gaze, carmine flower blooming across a sleek iris, drifted from the alpha's wounds to the beta's next, the scent of blood a light teasing to her senses. her proposal to help would be a brutish and uncultured one at best. she had no access to herbs. no knowledge of them, really. perhaps they would resource medical attention, soon, since they were to seek help from this clan, but the omega could bear to see her family in this state no longer.
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The last member, a curious hybrid, slithered along the floor. Small scratches littered his maw and he looked mildly irritated, but the omega remained relatively quiet for the time being. He'd rather not say anything stupid and anger the alpha, so he kept to the back of the group and made sure his tongue was held.
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While Buckingham had his fair share in a warbound group, he still couldn't understand why some people attacked, murdered, and captured with no valid reason. It was like those people had nothing else better to do, and they could only get entertainment through the pain of others. It was pathetic really-- he's glad he got himself out of there when he did. The guilt of the people he killed in the past became too heavy for him to bare, and he realized he didn't want to hang around people who were glorified for murders & captures.

The Helion made his way through the territory, despite how muddy it is. When Bucky looked at the territory the day they returned to the village, he hated how destroyed the territory looked. It will take time for the territory and the village to return back to what it used to be. The village has to be rebuilt- several homes were lost during the flood, and most of the boardwalk has to be rotting wood by now. The territory has to be cleaned up, and hope that the muddy ground doesn't stay like this forever. He's pretty sure most of the wooden barricades were washed away by the floods, and remaining will be taken down later.

As he padded along, multiple unfamiliar scents invaded his nostrils. The former assassin stopped in his tracks, trying differentiate them. The four scents smelled similar, giving Buckingham a feeling whoever the four scents belong to, they've been traveling together for awhile. While the four scents were swirling up in his nose, he managed to catch a whiff of iron in it too. Blood. One of them, or maybe more, have some open wounds that probably need medical attention. Of course, it won't be Bucky who'll look over their wounds- he's the last person they'd want for that.

He quickly went on the move again, ears flattening as he traced the four, bloodied, scents.

When he arrived to the border, he was slightly surprised at the sight before him. It's not everyday you see a chimera, let alone four! His light blue eyes blinked as he padded forward, his eyes scanning each one of them. Each one of them had wounds, some worse than others, and it made Bucky wonder what the hell happened to them.  He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes locking on an npc who happened to be padding by. "Go get Venus," He ordered the npc, with no room to object, the npc giving a nod and running off to fetch the Solbinder.

With that, he looked back over at the four, wounded chimeras. "You four appear to be in rough shape," He began to comment with a flick of his tufted ear, "I'm Buckingham Barnes, Helion of Sunhaven. What brings you four to our territory?"

[member=23]VENUS[/member]