RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES // rescue

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[color=#7E354D]BAI SHI
" do you want to burn in hell with me? "

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the sounds of coming war wormed its way into the ears of the dragon who laid in the sands of the camp, a long ominous body covered by the winds that had thrown the grains across the golden corpse.

a deep growling rumble would begin as the sand shifted around the body, bright blue eyes opening upon the corpse's face, mighty maw opening and giving a roar as soon as the reeking scent of swamp water crossed the olfactory sense of the massive beast. a cry to arms for the warriors of the pitt, an announcement of the arrival of opponents.

the beast's ears twitched silently within their mane at the child's voice, calling out for two of the fox fae within their camp. aine. she's too young and small to defend herself properly. the beast's thoughts would tell it, tail swinging free from the sand, calling the child's name, "child, come here.", their voice growled out, lips pulled back from their maw, gaze roving the camp, tracking the scent of the tresspassers, their body coiling and tensing in anticipation, eager to shed blood and bring the sacrificial lambs to slaughter.

war was their way, bred into their being and taught from the first breaths, their fellow broodmates choosing much simpler ways of life. they were born for war, craved it even, but they had changed since leaving the nest of their youth. their voice and posture was calm, hiding their excitement over this. they were grateful at this point for leaving their jian in their den, the bladed weapon easily of use to another being.

let the blade fall heavy, they were eager to rip into battle, to defend their home. the captured tanglers were of little consequence to the former leader, the ex roseblood was eager to have a fight brought to their doorstep.

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RAMONA LINGRÉ

✯ — THE GROWN UPS TAUGHT ME TO WATCH AND LEARN

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the foreign scents were the first to cross ramona's nose, waking the halfbreed from her easy slumber, then both aine and her eldest sibling's scents. half asleep still, the older of the the girls stumbled from her den, bai shi's roar rattling her entire body. that only could mean that they were in their dragon form, which meant that they couldn't use their sword.

which also meant that aine was in danger. oh dear, her father would ream her out for this one. clumsily sprinting towards the dragon's den, she slipped inside, barely freeing the heavy sword from it's ornate and beautiful sheath, young teeth clasping around the hilt. oh dear, she certainly regretted skipping arms class now. how did she even use the antique item? she could only hope for the best at this point.

taking her sleepy shaking legs with her, the gangly canine dragged the weapon behind her, gait awkward as she struggled to better get a grip on it. ears pulled backward and giving her best war cry, she growled as she tugged the blade further towards the front.

she had to protect aine and the camp until the others arrived to help out, right? yeah. she just had to hold on and make her mama and her adopted father proud. maybe her papa would smile upon her from wherever he rested in the afterlife? maybe her brother would too? maybe her papa's murderer was amongst the attackets, maybe she could get revenge?

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✯ — FEMALE. UNKNOWN. WEAK. REF. BIO. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[Jervis]

[glow=#2b0505,2,300]ENTITLED BASTARD[/glow]

In the depths of the caves remained [member=4834]samantha[/member] and [member=67]beck.[/member] with morales shattered and bodies tattered. Tanglewood members would have to get past a set of guards to retrieve their fallen allies.

In the meantime, Jervis was at the back of the battle line shouting orders. Only did he really run forward when he made it known that he was in charge and that his orders were clear. When coming to the front, he found himself in the depths of the battle. Claws flew from all directions. Growls rumbled from the deepest of his allies and enemies alike. There was no sympathy from either side in tonight’s battle and the ardent wouldn’t be giving them any slack either. With a yowl, he dove into the chaos.

Unlike the ardent’s usual preference of going for Crow, he instead use his tactics elsewhere. A golden gaze landed on his first opponent. [member=6881]wormwood.[/member] , though larger and more powerful than Jervis, became his next victim. Unbeknownst to him, Wormwood’s would bring him great dismay, but for now Jervis launched at him. Ivory claws reached out for the lion’s flank, aiming to rake his jagged claws across. Afterwards he came to the lions side and aimed to dig his canines into the male’s back leg. 

DISOWNED [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] DISGRACE

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Worm's eyes had been darting around the battlefield, taking in all the little details and attempting to pinpoint where exactly Beck and Sam could've been being held. When he hit the ground, folding his wings in, his eyes widened slightly at the side of Aine and Ramona. Jesus, they seemed like just little kids, forced to live this life full of rage and fighting and torture. He couldn't even imagine how traumatized they must've been already from being here for what had probably been most of their life so far. His eyes then lingered on Bai Shi for a moment, ready to attack the male once Aine was within safety, but he was attacked before he could launch himself forward into the reptilian creature. Rather, it was none other than the infamous Jervis that made himself know first, with claws raking over his flank. He immediately felt the sting of scratches left behind, as well of the warmth of quickly bubbling up blood.

He roared and whipped around as the fox's teeth dug into his leg, his blue eyes seeming to burn golden as he screeched, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"BASTARD!"[/glow] Unlike Aine or Ramona, or even Bai Shi, Worm had no intention of going easy on Jervis, knowing full well the crimes the other had committed that had effected not only those in his group, but also the one whom he loved the most. A snarl of pure rage leaving his throat, the lion aimed to slam one of his large and powerful wings into Jervis's skull to knock him away. Whether or not he was successful in this, he would then slash out with a powerful paw, trying to take his claws over the side of Jervis's face. One thing he noted with relief, although it was admittedly far in the back of his mind, was the fact that Draekon wasn't here and participating in the battld. The lion was grateful, not wanting the tiger to get hurt, or to have to shove any of his groupmates away in an attempt to defend his boyfriend.

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draekon - the pitt - member / burn it all down

he knew that voice, but he didn't understand why it was so angry. he hadn't heard worm sound so violent, but there was that voice, and thats what he was sounding like at the moment.. why was he here? shouldn't he be home with his brother? as he crept into the main area from where he was napping, he could see.. tanglewood, everyone he had been told about. and jervis.

attacking worm.

he felt an overwhelming heat come over his body, and he looked down at what little orange covered his body to find it wasn't fur. it was dripping, hot, glowing red. it almost burned. almost. whatever his fur had turned to was dripping onto the ground and burning before quickly cooling and hardening into little pebbles. it hurt to step on them but he didn't care.

"mine."

he growled. he could talk when he wanted to. he never did, but this.. this was a special occasion. he had a reason, he needed to voice what he wanted, and he wanted to help.

he wanted to help wormwood.

"MINE."

worm would know what that meant. it would mean back off, don't get in his way. so hot. too hot. lights? he thought. he wasn't in the circus anymore, there were no stage lights, why was he so hot? draekon turned to jervis, revealing massive, pointed teeth, the molten.. whatever was dripping from him dripping down his face and just barely missing his eyes. did it hurt? hardly. he didn't even notice at this point. it dried too quickly for him to even notice. draekon lunged at [member=3615]JERVIS[/member] , aiming for whatever he could land a bite on.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]

[Crackers]

FOURTHWALL FALLOUT & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT

The pair were at the treehouse they called home, just on the edge of their camp, when Fourthwall heard Jervis calling the Pittians to arms. His tongue would run along his lips as he got to his paws and shook out his coat before calling down to Glitchhop below. "Hear that, little sister? Sounds like our King is calling." he'd say, jaws parting to taste the wind in a very lionesque way. The Typhoon. Had they come for their bait, at last?

On the ground below was Glitch, large paws playfully battering at a fallen branch, retractable claws easily stripping the bark. At Fourthwalls words she would pause and strain her ears, catching the sounds in the distance. Nervous excitement coursed through her. She could feel the call to battle inside her and she rolled to her paws and strode forward eagerly. "It's Tanglewood, insn't it?" she asked, her tone akin to thaht of an apprentice hearing that an ambassador was coming to visit.

Fourthwall would leap down from his treehouse to the ground below, leading the way to join the ranks with Jervis. "Yup. Don't die. Use the memories I gave you to kick some ass out there."

"Right!" she'd exclaim, running off into the other Pittians to join the fight.

Fourthwall moved toward the front line, pawsteps swift and steady. He spotted the red fur of Jervis calling orders as he ran to front to lead the charge,  and took note of Bai Shi protecting young Aine, and Draekon who was stalking forward. His wine-red eyes would turn to the battlefield, the Tanglers fast approaching. His tail would flick behind him like a cat staring at prey, looking to pick out which one he was going to set his eager fangs on. His gaze had set itself on Red when a sudden outburst from his left caught his attention. "Draekon, what-"

He was cut off as the other suddenly lunged for Jervis, who was snapping and snarling at the flank of a lion. The tiger may have been scrawny due to being underfed, but his teeth were still perfectly sharp, his claws capable. 'Damn it..' Fourth would growl inwardly, annoyance lighting in him like a fire. There was no time to be fighting his own, and yet he couldn't let the Ardent be ripped apart, outnumbered and outsized.

[member=6888]DRAEKON[/member]  - "STOP!" the wolf-lion roared, springing after the other with a snarl. Fourthwall liked the tiger, enjoyed his weird company, but he couldn't allow mutiny among the ranks. Too much was at stake for the Pitt, and aside from that... Fourthwall and Jervis had their own agreement. It wouldn't suit the black and gold canine to lose him in this battle. Aiming to crash into Draekons haunches, Fourth would attempt to dig his claws and fangs into the other felines haunches to drag him down like prey.

meanwhile...

Glitchhop had never fought in battle before, but it felt as if she had. Fourthwall had given her memories of his many fights, and in her mind she could feel skin tear beneath her claws and blood gush into her mouth. She was eager to prove herself to her new brother, to show she could be useful to him and his clan. She was thankful that he'd saved her and she knew that aside from her efforts to help, she had nothing else to offer them in return.

And so she took her place int he frontline with the other Pittians, fur standing on end and claws flexing as the masses charged for one another and all hell broke loose. Spotting a hyena who hadn't yet been challenged, Glitch would pad forward with a snarl, golden eyes locking on [member=6879]Vathmos[/member] with determination. "You shouldn't have come here bottomfeeder." she'd growl, tail lashing behind her as she lunged for the other female with claws outstretched, looking to batter her skull with heavy blows that would both stun and rip at her flesh.


"SPEECH

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IF YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A LIONS DEN, I'LL PULL MY PIN AND JUMP RIGHT IN

[wormwood.]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wormwood's eyes widened in shock as Draeoon came charging into battle, and he watched as his boyfriend lunged at the Pitt's leader, his body flaring up in fiery magma rage as he moved to defend him. He heard the loud snarl of MINE right near his ear, and he stared at Draekon in shock for a moment before he roared happily, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Yes, yes! Fuck yeah, Drae! That's my boyfriend!"[/glow] There was a grin on his face as he encouraged his lover, before he let out a soft screech of surprise as Fourthwall moved to attack Draekon, rage building in his chest as soon as he saw Fourthwall begin to move toward the tiger.

He roared as his claws and fangs were set ablaze, launching himself towards Fourthwakl in a state of fury and fire, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"Get the fuck away from him, you bastard!"[/glow] He pushed himself off of the ground, his wings spread as he leaped forward and aimed to leap stop Fourthwall's back, attempting to dig his blazing claws into Fourthwall's shoulders to shove him down against the dirt. If he was successful, he would try and lunge forward to dig his fiery fangs into the base of Fourthwall's neck, where his neck and spine met. There was no fucking way he was letting some Pittian bastard hurt his boyfriend.

[toboggan]

Akin to a sweltering kettle, the hound was at his boiling point. The acrimonious resentment boiling throughout his blood veins reached volcanic levels, fueling his soul's inimical flame. All this hate, all this rancor, all of it pinned on the Pitt and its venomous citizenry. Every milligram of his wrath was well-deserved, and little to no satisfaction would come until Jervis and his backslappers experienced an extent of agony equivalent to what he'd felt for the past four months. Every milligram of his wrath towards the Pitt was well-deserved, and he'd take great pleasure in watching his enemies' crumble before Tanglewood's newfound might.

A sudden surge of newcomers sent the swampbound tribe's population skyrocketing, their power only amplifying with every fresh face. Within a fortnight, his group became a powerhouse, the biggest one around. If numbers alone won battles, then Tanglewood already reigned victorious.

His role differed from his clanmates'. Whilst his comrades took the forefront, the canine crept around the battlefield. As much as he yearned to unload a substantial shipment of physical suffering on the jungle's denizens, Leroy's directive fell upon Sam's retrieval. Her safe return was way overdue, and he took partial responsibility for that (of course, it was mostly Crow's fault for caring too much about his proxy's safety). That didn't matter now. What mattered was that the doecat returned home in one piece.

That is, if she hadn't ceased beneath the harsh conditions.

No. Shut up. She's fine. She's alive.

His pace increases with the rising uncertainty. Each leap becomes more wobbly, more unfocused, yet he accelerates to a greater speed with every coming moment.

Lengthy limbs sustained Leroy whilst he recklessly bounded through the tropical wild, narrowly avoiding suspended vines and swerving around boulders by a hair's breadth. The leather attache latched to his waist thumped wildly against muscle and bone, its helpless contents flailing about inside the bag's boundaries. Within the large case was a curved blade, one that he'd used for both Delilah's and Romanempire's amputations; severing someone's leg wasn't exactly on his itinerary for the day, but the blade also made for a great weapon. Also present was a bolt cutter, a tattered packet of matches, and a razor. At least one of the items would prove useful in the next hour or so; yet for now, they proved as an obstacle. The accumulated mass of the articles served as a burdensome weight, draining the hound of his energy reserves in no time flat. Painful, hot exhales rang out of his lungs, like he was a locomotive cascading its noxious fumes into the atmosphere. His shoulders felt as though they were on the very brink of collapsing.

Under immense pressure, his unsteady balance falters even further.

Coming in from an expeditious leap, the canine's leftward paw misses the landing. Initially, the airborne male's noggin crashes into the ground, before he gets propelled into a spin-cycle of rough tumbles. Jaws clenched in an attempt to subdue the pain, he comes to a stop after a good few metres of successive plummeting.

In that moment, there was a chance to black out. Keel over. Call it a day and hit the hay. Pain bounced around the mongrel's skull, soon evolving into a major migraine. A gradually-enlarging vignette had begun encircling Leroy's eyesight, who was en route to the loss of consciousness. Yet, he fought. Fought to stay awake. Fought so that Sam's release was a possibility, not just a goal. Fought so that he'd actually be victorious for once in his damn life.

Shaky breaths soon eased themselves into a steady rhythm. His vision cleared, the darkness which had tried to consume it diminishing completely. He extends his set of shoulders, before leaning downward to stretch his spine. Functional. Shaken, the hound was, but functional.

Golden hues swept the wet earth, searching for any visible path that may lead him towards the captured Tangler's whereabouts. A path wasn't exactly what was found, but the point of interest's existence captivated his attention span. Off in the distance, obscured behind branches and twigs, there lay a multitude of structures of some sort. On closer inspection, after brushing aside the foliage, the cur deduces that they were temples or pyramids. Extremely large buildings of stone. It didn't take a genius to figure out that at least one of the temples harbored something - or someone - that Jervis wished to be left well alone. Hence, his destination was set in stone.

Beginning the trek towards the temples, a paw is raised to take the initial step - that is, until a glimmer caught his eye. It was the blade, buried blade-deep in soppy muck. Odd, it'd been in his attache just a second ago.

The attache. Where was it? He swings his neck frantically, desperately attempting to locate the leather bag that was no longer wrapped around his hips. It must've gotten misplaced when he was spinning out minutes before. But, glancing at the site of his skid-marks, the bag wasn't anywhere to be seen. That couldn't get lost. Not now. Not here.

He spots it dangling from a branch, a nasty hole torn through the fine skin. What pained him more, the wolfhound couldn't decide; seeing his possessions sprawled upon the ground in a messy heap, or seeing such a fine material shredded up like paper.

Well fuck. Some of his shit wasn't coming home.

That didn't matter. Material goods weren't a priority. Even if that shit mattered to him.

Sighing, he shoots his razor a doleful stare, before pressing onward. Teeth clasped around the blade's haft, he makes for the temples.

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The smallest one looked the most promising. You only get people to protect stuff that you don't want other people to find.

At the mouth of a moss-blanketed staircase, two adversaries stood guard. Knowing that a fair amount of the Pitt's power was dedicated to repelling the invaders at the territory's nose, one could only assume that these two poor saps were tasked with securing this temple here. By all means, it was a fine temple - probably one of the best he's seen. But the thing is, that there temple probably had his friend locked up, and that wasn't good. And unfortunately for those two guys right there, who were unnarmed, Leroy needed to pay his friend a visit.

It didn't take much to off the both of them. The element of surprise was utilized in taking down the first fellow, who sustained an unsavory laceration to the throat and bled out on the spot. The second guy, however, put up a decent enough fight to leave their mark on the rather pissed-off proxy. He leaves the brawl with a dripping blade in his maw, along with a flashy new cut across his snout; leaving behind two hunched over figures at the foot of the staircase, one still animate. In Leroy's books, killing was far from the best option. No, he preferred to leave a lasting stain on one's character, a reminder to not beset him or his pals. Death was an escape from that punishment. In fact, death was a privilege. When you knew someone who had to suffer from eternal existence, such as Beck for example, you truly understood how awful life can be. Thus, he allowed one of his two opponents to get off with merely a handful of stab wounds.

The climb was treacherous, for he hated stairs. Once inside the temple, the cur soon found his wait into the caves.

Minutes of aimless wandering passed, and he was completely lost within the eerily inactive cave system. Stalagmites were the only identifiable objects in view. His fragile heart starts to sputter, beating faster than a jazz drummer on steroids. "SAM?!" he gravely cries. A reply would be his saving grace. Anything would be a saving grace. The sole thing sparing him from his brittle sanity was the thought of seeing the captured guardsman alive.

"Sam! Please say somethin'! Anythin'!"

[deimos]

The dark. The deep dark, the damn. Filled with the scent of death, fear, and blood, her paws shaking and her body weak. Her lungs hungered for more air, yet she almost always had enough of it. But what kept her the most sane, knowing that she wasn't terribly alone. In fact, Beck was.. gurgling non stop. Beck- her and Beck hadn't had quite super close before. Being stuck together, however, forced through grueling torture without repent?

That had forced them to be close. Sam had remembered the dark, the black, before she had been dragged out to watch Beck be torn apart, carnage in the river. It connected back to that Arena, it always did. Her eye being gone made it a little different, but the hundreds of people dying to eachother, her head being torn free by a Grey Man, being captured, with no rescue? They all felt the same.

Sam wondered if they would ever come for her. Her heart pumped slower and slower everyday. She was starving, thirsty, and bleeding still. Her wounds were more than infected, and her face was gaunt and her one eye dull. But sounds bounced like hallucinations in her head, and Beck was her focus from time to time. But that sound- the sounds he made, sounded.. too close to real. Sam's head slowly lifted towards the sound of Leroy.

Her voice came out raw, hoarse and soft- but it whispered through the caves none the less. Too much screaming and crying led to this demise. "Leroy? L-Leroy.. please.." Sam cried out, her ears flattening against her head. She dragged herself closer to Beck, trying to find him in the dark area.

"SPEECH"

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[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]She felt like she was late, despite having left with the others from Tanglewood. So much had happened so suddenly that Moth simply felt like she was there and couldn't do anything. Breathing quickened as she looked at the scene before her, eyes shutting for a moment as she tried to calm down. It worked only until she opened them once more, and the icy claws of fear began to hold her once more.

She couldn't let this happen. This wasn't something that she wanted to be known for - despite her already knowing that being a coward was something that was expected of the fox. Shaking her head to clear it, the female would quickly look around, ears pinning to her head as she tried to figure out what she should do, to no avail.

[[ she's not available for capture or anything, but feel free to attack her! She's easy difficulty ~ ]]