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They had been plagued by one thing after another, one wrong turn after another. The tender alliance had turned against them and blamed them for the wrongs. Family members had been led away to be harmed but at least they had been returned. And then there had been the influx of traps that had been set off with no kill to be found within them. They were being messed with and Arte didn't particularly like it, especially because of who she suspected to be behind it.

Arte wasn't much of a scout but there had been too many happenings lately for her to sit idly by. And well, these creatures had killed her father so it was only befitting that she disposed of them when and where she could. It was for that purpose that she had taken it upon herself to patrol the borders more. She wanted to catch one of them in the act so that she could prove to her sister that she knew what she was talking about and wasn't taking a flight of fancy, not that Arte had even been prone to that before. Still, she wanted physical proof that she could take back in order to support her suspicions.

She had spent days at this but hadn't come across anything but tufts of fur that had snagged on the low hanging, finger-like branches of the barren bushes in the forested area. This wouldn't be enough to support her claim and so she had left it be. Arte huffed and her breath came out like a puff of white smoke in the air when she found another waylaid trap with nothing in it. It would be something else for Loki to fix, but they weren't exactly on speaking terms for Arte to mention it to him. It would be something he could find and do something about on his own.

The sound of another trap being set off a short distance away caused Arte to sprint in that direction. She took great, leaping bounds and covered the distance shortly. She found an Outsider having just dislodged the boulder of a dead fall trap. What is it that you think you are doing? She snarled out the words, the fur along the line of her spine was already bristled. What she didn't know was that this Outsider wasn't alone, though his friends weren't to currently be seen as they were spread out along the borders to cover more ground.



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OOC: It's all good Sylvey. I am here with Idrieus. +400 words.


The raid showed Idrieus just how far these wolves were willing to go to make sure they ended the lives of anyone they could in Salsola. While the group she was a part of managed to take down a couple of the ones that began the attack on here, there was undoubtly plenty left to try more attempts against her home.. her family. They were lying in wait, no doubt waiting to strike while some of the force was still recovering. Idrieus herself had taken some damage in the attack, but it was nothing too major. Still, it had been a few days and there was time for the wounds to at least close up. It would still be a little longer before the skin healed completely. At least her fur was doing a good enough job at covering up where these had been, and even better than none of them were going to scar.

The dog woman paced about in her home. Artemisia had been out for a while, leaving her behind. It wasn't the first time that it had happened, but with the recent events.. it made her worry more.. Though she would never admit it outloud, she greatly respected the darker woman. She didn't have to take in this lost pup. She could have ignore Cirsium and just left her to starve on her own, but she didn't. She brought her into Salsola and turned her into a proud member of this family. Who else would have done that for her?

Finally growing restless enough, Idrieus left her home, following the scent trail her caretaker had left earlier. She had made her way towards the borders, as was to be expected by many of those in the kingdom. Now more than ever they needed eyes on the lines that protected their homes. It wasn't the first time a trap had been broken, and it wasn't going to be the last.

When Idrieus finally came upon the dark woman, she was approaching on an Outsider tampering with one of the traps. It was just as she had suspected. From where she was she could remain hidden for the time being. It was possible this one was not alone. If he was going to surprise Artemisia with some kind of an ambush, then she would be lying in wait to do just the same. Pacing herself quietly around the side of her hiding place. She kept the snow covered plants out of the way of her weapon. She was going to need to draw it should the opportunity arise for it. Her body crouched down towards the ground, waiting and watching. She would be ready.

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282 words.

The audacity of the strangers who set off and destroyed his traps angered Loki. He spent much of his time patrolling the borders--usually accompanied by Pierrat or another, for safety in numbers--and mending what he could find. Sometimes he moved traps around, made them deadlier if he could, and once or twice he was rewarded with drops of blood around snares. The enemies were not so foolish as to be without help too, he thought.

The Crone had not entirely abandoned his craft with the threat of war, and indeed it became all the more important to pray, to sacrifice, to read signs. He sought to comfort those wounded, even though he was no medic. He spent some time speaking to his daughters about these things.

Then that morning, he'd dreamed.

He remembered little of it now, but when he walked and was pricked by a wayward thistle, he recalled only that brambles had surrounded him, and that he must have been very small in the dream.

He remembered snow, too. A copse of trees.

Loki shook his head then tensed at a growl in the distance, and at once curled his lips in a silent snarl. The Helsi witch drew his bone knife.

He was surprised to see Artemisia, and yet at the same time not. But whatever troubles lay between them was insignificant now; he cared for her regardless, and she was Family. Though he knew he would be of little aid, he stepped through the snow and stood just behind her at her side.

"You're making a mistake, darling," Loki purred to the man who disturbed his trap. "Didn't your dead friends warn you?"
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432 words. NPCs are Zacchaeus, Selah, & Bjorn; neither should be killed, but everyone can be wounded, and they'll retreat at the end.


The moon waned, and in the night Silas watched it with dark interest. Days had passed since the raids on the coyotes and heathens, and neither Kasper had participated in those fights--which he now found to be a blessing, as their comrades dragged back bodies or returned with no one at all. Their group was ragged, bleeding, though some boasted of dispatching the enemy, and spirits remained high, if forced. They had plans, everyone said. God was on their side.

The soldier watched Tollak weeping over the still figure of his brother and said nothing to this effect.

He had had his misgivings since Amund first approached him for the mission, since those teal eyes had slid so smoothly from him to his bold and eager nephew-son. But he did not voice these. He had to have faith.

When Zacchaeus proclaimed loudly that the Salsola traps could use a little more messing with, Silas hadn't argued.

He stood now among the trees, drumming his finger on his leg, his green eyes watching the young man as he began to mess with a heavy stone. Also hidden in the foliage were two of his comrades: Selah, whom he suspected Zacchi was trying to impress, and Bjorn, who was so dour it amused Silas. He tried to hold on to this humor as he watched the kid knock a stick into a trigger.

Then there was a soft noise, like a whistle, from the branches. Selah stiffened at once and tilted her head. Silas adjusted his grip on his halberd. Bjorn gave his axe an experimental swing. Out in the woods, a voice rang out.

Zacchaeus turned to look at the pair who approached him: a large, bearish woman and a svelte half-breed wolf whose scent was remininscent of both sexes--proof, he thought, that these were pagans, witches, sinners. He bared his teeth in a broad smile, lifting his head.

"He who digs a pit will fall into it," the boy declared. "And he who rolls a stone, it will come back on him."

He lifted his crucifix to his lips to kiss it, then drew his sword.

"I'm not afraid of you sinners," he said.

Meanwhile, in the bushes, Silas sighed and shook his head; the boy talked entirely too much. He kept an eye on the dark Selah, who still listened for her falcon, and gestured to the paler Bjorn. The woodcutter began to move through the trees along the borders, keeping an eye out for others.

They did not need to make the first move.
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356 I was thinking that Arte would get surrounded and ambushed, perhaps belly torn out to cause her death.


The large woman had been about to snap at Loki for calling her darling but she held her tongue when she noticed Loki wasn't even looking at her. Well good, he knew about his traps and could do something about them and she wouldn't have to worry over whether or not she should contrive some way to get a message to him. She still cared for Loki, in her own way, but worried that he still cared for her. It was this which had caused her to break ties with him. She couldn't allow him to love her. It was better to break his heart early on than to continue to lead him astray and worsen the devastation. Still, she couldn't let these Outsiders now there was any tension to be found among family members to be exploited.

Arte was in her Secui form, there was a comfort in fighting in this form for it was the way in which she had been taught. She had a mace, though she had left it behind since she didn't feel herself proficient enough with it to bring with her. No, she had come out seeking a fight and so she for days she had stalked the borders in her Secui form so she wouldn't have to worry over making a shift or mishandling her weapon.

What are you talking about? Arte snapped out the words. The male was speaking in riddles and it made no sense to Arte. Of course the large woman hated not knowing something the most of all. Though when the sword was drawn she understood that quite well enough. She growled and shifted her weight to slyly take another step in front of Loki in order to shield him with her bulk, though made it seem to be more of an agitated shifting rather than a protective gesture. Who are you and what makes us sinners? Arte didn't subscribe to any religion and didn't know nothing about them to recognize the meaning behind the word. The usage made it clear it was a bad thing but in just what way she had no idea.



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OOC: I was hoping to have Idrieus injured a good deal in this, probably along her back or chest. She's moving to cut one of the two on the sides off. If you guys are cool with that, feel free to PP it Raze. Once she's injured, she can be out long enough for her opponent help take out Artemisia. +300 words.


Idrieus remained quiet in her hiding place. She wouldn't make for a great ambush if the other one was aware that she was here. For now everything seemed to be alright. Artemisia was here, and it was just the one messing with the trap. Her head soon turned to the side at the appearance of the Crone. Loki was another of those strange males, clear gender but didn't really show in the manner he presented himself in. No, much like Cleome, this was someone that presented themselves with more of a feminine touch. Shaking her head of this, her focus was regained on what was presently at hand. At least now they had the numbers on their side. Perhaps with the two of them, she would not be required to deal with this threat.

Still, there was no telling what could happen. The male before them had finally moved up to his feet after fooling around with the trap, uttered some words that didn't really make sense to her in the context they were presented in, and then drew his own weapon. Artemisia was already ready in the form she would choose to fight in, but what about Loki? Surely he had some kind of weapon on him? Still, this male was a fool to think he could take the two of them on by himself. No there had to be more to this. For now her blue eyes fixed on what was before her, watching and waiting.

Until her head shifted to the side.

The dog woman thought she had heard something moving in the distance. It had to be relatively close by, and although it was light, something told her this was not prey. Quietly moving from her own hiding place, she moved to the side, pacing herself until she was along the side of Artemisia. But this was not the important thing. Turning her eyes forward, her eye caught the shadow of something moving. It slinked closer and closer to her. Taking back to cover, Idrieus moved one hand down to her side, waiting once more. There was no telling how many numbers there were in this area, but if she could at least take care of one of the threats, it would give Loki and her guardian a better chance of dealing whatever jumped out at them.

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195 words.


The stranger drew steel, and Loki bared his teeth at once. He did not rush to attack, though, and the scout was wary of this; did he have backing? Was he attempting to goad them into making the first move? He wondered whether he could talk the trespasser down from this little threat display--or if this boy was too set in his mission to be intimidated into retreat.

Artemisia shifted slightly, growling, and the boy once again lifted the small cross on his necklace while shifting his feet into a better stance. "You're witches and slavers," he spat. "Need you ask?" He seemed agitated, but with the wild energy of a young soldier determined to prove himself rather than a fearful or angered one. He took a step closer with the sword pointed. "I am a soldier of God."

Loki had drawn his own knife, though he didn't make a move yet. "You have only one?" he asked, and the silver stranger blinked at him. "We have many gods on our side, boy. Magic, too. Do you really want to deal with devils?"

"Shut up, half-breed,"
hissed the boy, and advanced.
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202 words. Bjorn has headed for Idrieus with his axe. Selah is engaging with Loki; Zacchaeus has headed for Arte, and Sylvey, you can PP hits on him! Silas will jump in when he sees Zacchi having trouble.

The boy was entirely too hot-headed.

Silas knew that this fault had been encouraged in him from a young age. In a culture that valued aggression and survival of the fittest, the boldest children tended to rule the pack. The father had attempted to cull this attitude in Zacchi the best he could, but still he'd gone for fighting lessons out of necessity, and somewhere along the way he'd picked up ideas.

All he wanted was to prove himself, and that left Silas wondering where he'd gone wrong parenting him so that he'd felt he needed to.

The dark-cowled wolf gestured to his companion, and a whistle erupted.

Off in the brush, the pale Bjorn hefted his axe, spotting the mottled dog. He bared his teeth, and at the whistle, rushed toward her with a swing.

Zacchaeus advanced on the brown Secui female, thrusting with his sword.

The falcon dropped out of the sky, and the silver coywolf snarled as it grappled with him, beak and talons scoring his arm. Selah ran forward to join her bird.

Among it all, Silas stepped out of the forest armed with his halberd and grimly watched the fighting begin.
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Arte had thought to deny both accusations but Loki had spoken up before she could. It would seem that his words, that his acknowledgement of the claims, had caused things to escalate. Of course Arte subscribed to neither notion, she didn't have a religion and didn't see a point in it or in slaves either. If someone was stupid enough to allow themselves to be made into a slave then she saw them as not having wit enough to be of any use to her. Granted, if she had even found one who could keep up intellectually she would never subscribe to the notion of owning one. In her mind that was just a form of help and to her needing help was a weakness, a weakness she refused to display.

Of course that didn't stop her from helping others. Her first thought had been to save Loki from the bird, and had even made an attempt to snap at the falcon before her attention became distracted when the wolf who had been speaking to them had advanced on her. She snarled and took retreating steps to remove herself from the path of the thrusting sword.

Then out of nowhere other wolves appeared. One remained still while another rushed at Loki. It was the female wolf that she sought to try to intercept before she could reach Loki but got distracted from this line of attack as the blade of the sword was moved into her direction again. Rather than backing away this time she moved forward to meet the thrust. She allowed for the blade to scrape against her lowered shoulder just so that she could get close enough to attempt to seize the wrist of the hand that held the sword in her jaws with the thought to shake her head to make him lose his weapon.



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OOC: One more hit and Idrieus will be out. Perhaps we should mark this thread mature? +300 words.


There was the figure coming out of the foliage. It was one of the lighter wolves, carrying an axe in his hands. Up to now he hadn't spotted her, but he was still at a distance. She knew it would only be a matter of time with the pelt that she wore, but at least now she had an eye on her target. Her head only moved to the side as the fight began. The falcon came down along with the wolf on the borders making his move. Then came another one with their eyes set on Artemisia. Now would be her chance. As she revealed herself to her opponent, he quickly made a turn on his feet, turning his weapon against her. Pulling out her own rapier, she blocked his swing, steel trailing against steel.

The two of them went back and forth, each of their weapons tearing at each other, but not against each other's skin. A few times came close on each of them, his axe and her rapier trailing against the nearby trees. Having her back now to the others in the group, he swung at her, the thin weapon moving in front of her. The only thing he was doing was pushing her backwards. Now she was out in the open, but he was too as he came back at her once more. As he came running at her, she ducked herself under the swing of his axe, trailing her blade across the skin along his stomach. It was a quick move, and one that left him stunned for a moment.

Not for too long though. Before she could turn around, the dog woman felt the thick bite of the blade sink into her back. He recovered faster than she had anticipated. It stung like hell. Soon the axe was pulled out of her, her head moving over her shoulder as he seemed to turn his attention away from her. That was his mistake. She wasn't out of this yet. Idrieus took up her blade once more, cutting deeply along into his own back. Huffs emitted from her lips as she narrowed her eyes down to the male. He better keep his attention on her.

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Skipping Loki this turn. Figure Arte can try to help him (she can yank Selah off) and get overwhelmed when the others gang up?

The scent of blood was in the air now, along with wolf snarls and falcon shrieks as the Boreas advanced. Zacchaeus hurled insults at the Secui female he dueled with, each arc of his sword diverting her attention from her comrades, whose growls and cries Silas could still hear. Bjorn seemed busy with the woman in the forest, while Selah joined her falcon, slashing at the womanly man whose arm was gouged by talons.

The silver boy grinned as his sword parted flesh, but then teeth seized his wrist and he gasped in pain. He did not release the blade, but aimed to bash her in the face and claw her eyes with his free hand, cursing her: She-devil!

When it did not seem that he could get free, Silas advanced and thrust his halberd, using its point in an attempt to jab her shoulder. He followed this with a swing with the curved part of the blade to cleave open skin on her neck. Anything to make her let the boy go.

Meanwhile, the coywolf grappled still with the falcon, whose beak and talons shredded the flesh of his hand. He knocked the creature away with a backhanded blow then gasped as Selah's dagger embedded into the flesh at his hip. He lunged for her in spite of the pain, and Silas saw them go down in the corner of his eye, snapping and writhing on the ground, until Selah got the upper hand and got his bone knife in her hand. She hoisted it above his neck.

Arte! the heathen screamed.

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500 And it is done, yell at me if this is no good, I so suck with NPCs.


Her entire world had turned chaotic, there were bodies everywhere and she found that she couldn't focus her attention on any one certain direction. She tried to keep an eye on Loki but her attacker refused to let that be so. Then there was the clash of metal against metal ringing out through the trees, though she couldn't exactly see who it was that had taken up that fight. She wasn't being allowed to keep her attention long away from the male with the sword who continued to taunt her. It wasn't the words which bothered her and made her growl but the situation that she found herself in. She didn't like when she couldn't view all things and be able to think things through and come to a proper conclusion. Arte was a planner, not one whom excelled in acting out in the moment.

Arte snarled when she was jabbed in the shoulder but refused to turn loose her hold. She even trusted the thickened fur about her neck to protect her from the most severe of injuries as the halberd cut into her neck. No, the thing that tore her away was Loki's cry. She gave the wrist one last shake before she released in in order to barrel over to Loki and his attacker.

Arte used her momentum to seize the woman by the scruff of her neck and tear her away, Arte tumbling and rolling with the woman until momentum gave out and she came to a stop. RUN!The single word was bellowed out at the top of her lungs. It was meant for Loki as well as being hoped to charge whoever was in the woods to sprint for it.

The large woman wasn't given the opportunity to see if the order was followed before bodies pressed around her and trapped her. Arte had the woman pinned beneath her bulk in order to keep her from being able to go after Loki in order to give him the opportunity to get away. But then other two she had been dealing with closed in on her with their weapons focused upon her. Metal bit into her back and sides over and over again but she refused to give up her purchase on the downed woman. She was so focused on the sword and halberd that she didn't notice the knife that the woman held, a knife she knew well from her practices with Loki.

While Selah's shoulders had been pinned so she couldn't rise she was still able to move her arms. The bone knife bit home and tore into the soft flesh of Arte's belly. The large woman threw her head back and bellowed with pain as she was gutted, though that was cut short when the sharpened edge of the sword tore through her vocal chords. She didn't even have the purchase to stumble away a few steps before her legs gave out and she fell in a great heap atop the woman fighter.



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My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong



OOC: Man so many feels in this. I'll miss Artemisia. +500 words.


Idrieus could feel the coolness of the blood as well as the rush of pain moving along her body. She could tell this wound was not like the others she had endured in the time since this battle had begun. Most of those she had taken up to now were just simple things breaking through her skin to make minor injuries. Theses didn't take too long to heal and was something she could easily move around with given she didn't push herself too much to make them break back open. With this, she could feel this was much deeper, much more was exposed to the air around her. Blood had easily stained her back, painting her fur in a crimson red.

Still she was not ready to give up. The other two were in trouble, and neither of them were aware of the fact that she was the one keeping this axe wielder at bay. Growing tired of just staring at him, the dog woman made another advancement, teeth bared and sword out. More blood would spill from this male before she was satisfied. Just when things seemed to be going better for her, having landed a number of successful slashes along the attacker's body, his axe once more bit into her back, this one further down from the last. A cry of pain echoed along the trees as she felt her body lean forward. Content with the damage, the male pulled his weapon out of her, leaving her to fall to the ground. Never before had she experienced anything like this.

It was Artemisia's own voice that brought her back to her focus. She was ordering Loki to run, but with how loud she had spoken, it was probably directed at Idrieus as well. She didn't want to run. She wanted to stand and fight. Her attacker had long since left her to just bleed out, turning his attention on the dark female. By the time she had made it up onto her paws, her blue gaze laid witness to the wolves taking care of her. Her body only paced forward enough before she collapsed under her own weight, the life escaping from her. Artemisia.. her teacher, her guardian.. was dead.

Using her hands as leverage, the Henchman reluctantly began to retreat back into Salsola, coming along towards the back of where the dark woman lay to hopefully meet up with Loki. Had he turned as run as the woman had ordered her to as well? As she moved, the realization of everything that happened began to finally hit her in the face. She couldn't help herself as some tears began to well up in her eyes, trailing down along her cheeks. Now it was like she had lost her mother.. again..

Coming along to a safe place within the borders, her body finally fell back down to the ground, burdened by the weight of her injuries. Her head moved around as she called out for the gray male, "Loki? Loki where are you?"

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#14
Exit Silas and the Boreas. I'll post with Loki in a bit!

The thick Secui mane saved her neck from his blow, but Silas lifted the weapon to deliver a more decisive slash to her face before the silver creature writhing beneath Selah cried out.

At once the brown-furred Salsolan released Zacchaeus’ bleeding wrist and whirled around, throwing herself onto the heap of bodies and wrenching the dark falconer away by the back of her neck. Selah shrieked, and Zacchi let out an angry curse, rushing toward the enemy and thrusting his sword into her back, his round eyes aflame.

Silas’ eyes lifted as he saw the silver half-breed scrambling away, hand pressed to its face, but as he bared teeth and considered pursuing it, Selah cried out again and Zacchi shouted. “Selah!”

The dark-cowled wolf turned back and rushed to assist his comrades, bringing the halberd down in another arc.

At the same time, Selah kicked, pushing the female away just enough so that she could thrust the stolen knife into her belly. The Salsolan bellowed, and the stench of blood and other things burned Silas’ nostrils. Zacchaeus stabbed at the woman one last time, shaking with anger, and the staggering body fell lifelessly on top of the falconer.

“Selah! Selah,” Zacchi whined, and pushed the body away. He grabbed for the falconer’s hands; she’d dropped the knife and half-fell into the boy’s arms, allowing him to hug her close.

“I’m okay,” she insisted, and pushed him away, wiping at the blood that smeared her front. When Zacchaeus reached for the nape of her neck, bottom jaw jut out in a concerned grimace, she hissed and swatted at him.

Silas snapped. “We need to go now. They’ll bring reinforcements and we’ll be done for,” he ordered. “Bjorn!” He looked up, spotted the pale woodcutter limping toward them; he bled from numerous cuts, and Selah went to him, touching his face with enough concern to make Zacchaeus scowl harder. “Come on,” the older wolf growled. “We go now. Bjorn, you can take my horse; Zacchi, that wrist okay?”

They were already moving toward the forested border now, Selah supporting the limping Bjorn though she trembled under the weight. Zacchaeus was still breathing heavily, and glanced at his wrist like it was no concern. “Yes, Father,” he said, and Silas grimaced, wondering when the adrenaline would run out and the pain would become real.

“Hurry,” he said, and the Boreas disappeared into the woods, leaving the dead behind them.
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Much of this is a rehash of Loki’s actions in the previous posts but from in his perspective. Just in case there is any confusion! >_> Anyway. ;___; Salena, we can maybe do just one more round before fading out w/ people finding them?

Wings buffeted Loki’s head as he raised an arm to guard his eyes from the falcon’s claws. Talons ripped red streaks in golden fur, and the witch snarled. He brandished the blade, stumbled, turned to thrust as the dark falconer joined her bird. Light green eyes stared into his before she slashed with her dagger, and Loki barely stepped back until the bird snagged claws into his hair and delivered a blow to his scalp with its beak. He jerked his arm back, a blow landing against its ribcage.

Fiery pain, and Loki gasped as the dagger buried in the flesh of his hip. Instinctual terror and fury drove him forward, and he slammed his body into the woman’s, knocking her to the ground, lunging forward with white teeth.

In the background he heard the curses of the young stranger, and Artemisia’s snarls as he fought bravely to defend her home. He felt the growls of the falconer woman, felt hot breath as she reared up to snap at his face. Blood ran down the nape of his neck, and his hip screamed with each pivot as he fought to keep her pinned with his knees. If only he could get the bone knife down

A white hand seized his wrist, twisting it. He hissed then felt the wet shock of snow against his back as the woman straddled him, snarling, and his weapon was in her hand and she raised it to plunge down and stab him in the throat—

Loki drew breath to call out, seized with panic. “Arte!”

Green eyes widened as the dark woman brought the blade down, and it parted fur and flesh along his neck, a scant few centimeters from his vein. That was all she had time for; a monstrosity loomed behind, and teeth dug into her scruff, and she was hauled away as Loki was freed. Artemisia shouted for him to run.

Gasping, hyperventilating, the scout got his feet beneath him and ran.

Thorns raked his limbs and snared his hair as he pushed through undergrowth and fled for safety, the instinct of self-preservation overwriting everything else. It wasn’t until the burst of energy and adrenaline waned that he remembered his hip wound and began to limp, sobbing for breath in a throat turned raw and ragged, doubling over. And then he realized what he had done.

The roar of a dying Eternity echoed in the forest.

Loki coughed another sob and turned to sprint the way he’d come, praying, stumbling, bleeding. “Gods, no, Arte—Arte! He tried to get his legs to work, but the pain was more than he’d ever dealt with before. He staggered and landed heavily against a pine before his eyes flickered over the mottled shape of the girl, Idrieus, as she stumbled to the ground and shouted for him.

“I-I’m here,” Loki said, and stood, hands shaking visibly, peering past her into the dark of the woods. He wanted to run to Artemisia. He needed to go.

He was under no impression that it would make a difference.

The Crone sank to his knees beside the girl, hands covering his mouth as he saw the extent of her injuries. “Gods, no. I—someone will come, they’ll come,” he insisted, and ripped at his tunic. He pressed the cloth to the largest of her wounds, watching the fabric turn crimson, and cursed softly. Jerking the whole of the tunic over his shoulders made him hiss in pain, but he used this, too, to staunch the flow of blood the best he could, before he shouted into the dark.
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My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong



OOC: This seems like a good stopping point for Idrieus. If you want Raze, we can end it after your next post. +400 words.


Idrieus could feel the pain growing more and more with each passing moment. She wanted to get up, continue going on, but her body was fighting against her. Crimson spilled out of her, covering the soil beneath her. Where was Loki? Had he stayed behind and not done as the darker woman had ordered them to do. Her flopped ears gave a flick as she could hear the sound of things going on in the distance, but not anything else distinguishable. She could feel her eyes beginning to close. Was she going to die too? How could she had been so careless to allow that damn male to get her not once, but twice in the back. Fuck him and fuck his axe. A sigh passed through his lips as they closed completely. She was so sore and tired.

And then they shot open again to the sound of someone coming towards her. The gray male had found her. Her head lifted up slightly as he spoke to her. The Henchman did her best to figure out what he was saying. He was assuring her that someone was going to come before he removed his clothing, pressing it against her injuries to keep the blood from flowing out. Her own head moved over her shoulder to see the green turning darker from the stain of her blood. He called out for someone, so all they could do now was wait.

No, there was something else they could do. Idrieus pushed her hands down against the earth, forcing herself up enough to sit. The pain was still there, but she couldn't just lay there. Blue gaze moved up as she fixated on the male before her. He was shaking terribly. Sadness mimicked in both of their gazes. For once the two of them were feeling the same grief. Her head soon lowered as she moved her hands up to take the tunic from him, "Loki.. we can't just leave her here.." She hesitated before moving her hands over his own, "I'll be fine.. Go to her.. You said it yourself, someone will be here.. I need more attention than you do.."

Of course it was stupid, of course it was reckless of her to tell him to do this, but for once she was thinking of others besides herself. This was family wasn't it? Shouldn't that mean she should be concerned for Loki? He was one of three males she was alright with, and she knew what he needed. She took a tight grip of the tunic around her body, pressing it tightly into her back, "Go.."

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