The woman was sure her family was long dead. Burried off in god knows where. She was alone without Zjarr or her family and she took in that weird maned wolf. She had to do something with her free time and Jack was the next best thing to what she had before. A friend to have by her side, except for when she needed her me time. Like now. She wanted to be alone and left him in their home to do whatever it is he did without her.

Frankly, she knew he was fine on his own. Just like she was fine on her own. Perhaps that was why they worked out so well together? The woman respected his needs and he respected hers. Sighing, she made her way across the boarder of the Frostguard. Heading back to her tree on the hill near where Zjarr once was. Using her icy wings to flutter up onto the branch and rest. Eyes shut as she thought of her family and where they all were.

Wondering how long it would be before she ever met them again. If she would ever see them again. Her eyes stinging with the thought of them dead and her never knowing. How could she know? They were never together. They grew up and split up. They never stuck together, as what leopards did? They all had their own path to follow and hers left her alone for far to long. She wished she knew what became of them all.

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Night was on the go. Simply out to escape work and relax far from prying eyes. Perhaps this was his mistake. The lightning maned lion was strolling slowly along the bloody river of his home. Thrilled with the way life was going. A beautiful partner to spend his life with. He had a rank and some power. He was noticed and loved and respected. He had everything Blood always wanted. Everything that brute never got and now that the little cowboy band they formed was disbanded, well.. Night felt he had won in the end.

That was until his larger sibling pounced from behind and slammed him to the earth. Crushing him under his weight and holding him down. The dark lion squirmed under the brighter male. Wiggling in an attempt to be free of his attacker. Until the voice he dreaded hearing spoke close to his ear.

'All alone pretty boy? It is such a shame. I told you that you were next.

Blood was always the stronger sibling, despite all Night's efforts to get on the same level. They were built differently and he was truly in trouble.

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The ocelot ran for the treeline. The fighting behind her had become a bedlam of screams and weapons against flesh. She kept her main pair of eyes on the ground before her paws, dodging tree roots and suspicious patches of mulch, but her other pair searched for those fleeing.

However, besides Atticus’s pawsteps at her side, she couldn’t tell if anyone else she knew had reached the treeline. She thought of when Stryker brought her friend, Vigenère, to such a monthly meeting just to kill him. Sorbet, Sherbert, Loki… she’d seen them move but she hadn’t seen them escape.

Her paws slowed as she glanced over her shoulder to look back. It was impossible to see anything from the chaos behind them clearly. She chewed her tongue.

However, Atticus might know something about another person she was desperate to help. She looked to him and asked, “Tanglewoods has my nephew, Alex, don’t they? Is he alright?”

[member=11957]ATTICUS ROUX[/member]

PEACEFALL

peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night

For some time now, the lion had been working on minor movements with Plexus. He was able to slightly maneuver his limbs and rotate his chest, but when trying to get up, he could barely muster the energy. There were multiple times where he tried to persist up and off his bed against the Guru's wished, but only fell on the ground in succession. His attempts were a travesty. To the rest, it appeared that he would need some help before he got back onto his feet, sadly.

After talking with the others (more like reacting to them with facial expressions as his voice was still shot), Romulus figured out that they had assigned a wanderer to help him physically. Given that the rest were gone or too small for the job, Odysseus was given the task. The girl had never been the closest to the lion, but the kingpin appreciated the large xenosmilus when they showed their face around the group. So, on that note, he was glad to accept the help. Romulus could finally feel like he had some purpose when he got back onto his feet.

It would take some time though. With their first session set up for today, the lion was waiting in the guru's sanctuary. His claws were lightly flexing in and out of their sockets impatiently, a new nervous habit he had gained over the time to signal his consciousness to others and himself. He was eager to get started, especially since he was on a path to rescue his family, but was held back by his own physicality. The predicament was rather frustrating.

Soon, though... Soon...

[member=23594]Odysseus.[/member]