I'VE BEEN SCARED OF SLEEPING WITH THE LIGHTS ON ♡ RESCUE RAID

[VAYNE CIPHER-VANTAS.]

[glow=white,1,400]LIKE WE FORGET WHO WE CAN TRUST ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

A familiar figure was approaching her cell and it didn't take long for Vayne to realize it was Lumia. Vayne stepped back as Lumia manipulated ice, before pushing through the ice to press her head against Lumia, listening to her aunt's words. Vayne frowned and opened her mouth to complain, but figured that Lumia had a point - fighting in this battle would make it void if something would to happen to her. Vayne gave a nod, watching Lumia leave before she turned around to face the rest of the cells.

Danny. He was here too, and she wasn't going to leave him. Vayne followed the scent of Keona to find the Dealer and Danny, and Vayne rushed to Danny, trying to press against him for a brief moment. There was no time to waste here, though; the three of them needed to get out of here.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[Romulus]

What a surprise. Despite how much Sojourn despised their parents, the truth was undeniable. Just like their father, she was greedy. Letting fellow wanderers take captures recklessly was bound to have consequences. It was about time for The Coalition of the Condemned to feel the wrath of their actions and foolish notions. While Romulus did not wish for any retaliation, the truth was simple. Logically, The Typhoon would come for their children and anyone who was taken with time then attack their group... and they had. If only they had planned. Let the mad queen reign.

The unavoidable was upon them. With wreckage and blood being flung in all directions, the lion's eyes darted between opponents. Decisively planning his movement, he stalked forward. Had Michael lived longer, Romulus would have ended that deceiving wreck without any further planning. Sexually manipulative bastard. Thankfully, Sojourn's madness had dealt with him. He could move onto other targets, catching his eye on one specific feline in the distance. Lumia. The young lionness had manifested before his vision, but a wicked jolt of another female caught his attention. Roxanne... going towards Sojourn. As periwinkle hues snapped back to Lumia, she was already heading into the trees with Ravenwood and a growl erupted from the lion's maw. That left him with one.

Her. The killer of his mother and apart of his father's own death. She was due for a ravishing beatdown. Especially with Sojourn being threatened. Unsheathed claws sunk into the ground below and flames began to light on the tips of his horns. The ground below his feet began to rumble and churn violently, only to be shot upwards into the sky. Dagger-like pieces of rock darted throughout the air and became alight with fire. Debris scattered across, attempting to impale the dragoness throughout.

Whether successful or not, Romulus rushed forward. Teeth bared in protest. "SOJOURN!" he roared as he grew closer. "ON YOUR LEFT!" A grunt exited the male as he slammed his paws into the floor, summoning rock upwards to form a wall. Rather than slashing at Sojourn's side, Roxanne's attack would promptly deflected. If the wall was not strong enough, it would crumble underneath Roxanne's violent attack and continue forward towards his sister.

// attacking roxanne, whether the wall is effective is up to sojourn's roleplayer

[harland m.]

[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; max-width: 65%; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]A child.

Numerous, spread across churned field, open expanse cradling their innocence before it may be squandered here where crimson fell, greedy the land, tamed and accustomed, too many they. And here one, beaten down, rejected, from the fight expelled for understood such was no target. Part of his mind knew, registered the forward progression, the method of the madness that rose in a chaotic din.

Endless cycle. Violence begot violence. Voice caught, held in tight throat, ignored the looming threat dressed as supposed youth. Not his fight, his place never here, yet his own decree opposed supposed fact. Exhaustion slowed dwindling pace, mouth agape, each breath fire licking along his throat, chest alight in fanned embers.

For a brief moment, swathed in the darkness of closed eyes, he could pretend all was as it had once been, sugary sweet that moment.

Chest tightened, pressure against his back, into the soil pressed. Sputtering, coughing, trying to be rid of the dirt that painted the inside of his cheeks and tongue. No respite found, none allowed. A child the one that bore down upon him, taken by something he migut never understand, a predator assured his captured prey was within his mercy. Against did Harland try to push back, seek freedom, none would be achieved. Too large the other, even in a time of development miniscule made he, no cat but a mouse, teeth grinding together as words gathered on his tongue.

Silent he fell even as mouth opened, chin ground into the earth. Skin broke, silk beneath a cruel blade, crude those jagged tears. Frantic, wild motion, thoughtless in want. Paws struck out yet may never reach, position compromising, delicate vitals hidden, compromise found in inability to do anything. Still vain struggle continued even with the knowledge Solsken may not be dislodged with such motion, all it may do was partially quell the instinct to fight, breath quickened as paws reached and tried to drag him away from his tormentor.

[Casphian]

Solsken shifted his weight as the body underneath him struggled to get free, his jaws clamping tighter against the flesh his teeth had sunk into. Blueish grey orbs lifted at the movement of paws outstretching, reaching out for someone to save the prey but no one would be there to save them. A snarl vibrated through his chest, his own paws reaching out and attempting to pin down one of Harland's paws, claws sinking into the flesh and aiming to pierce through to the other side. He would then let go of the smaller creature's back and aim his attention to the other free, outstretched paw. He would attempt to sink his canines into the other paws, clamping harshly down in an attempt to crush and snap the little bones inside before yanking his head upwards in an attempt to either pull the leg out of socket or completely rip it off. Everyone needed to pay who came here today to hurt the ones he cared for, even if they had not specifically been the ones to kill Ruven he still wanted to make them hurt like he was hurting. No he needed them to hurt.