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Dated for the 10th March. Shurui is an 8 foot tall white male with ice blue eyes, one ear missing and the other pierced. Please let Temo and Leviothan post first

A morning so crisp and sharp that it made her fur tingle and her breath rose in plumes of smoke before her eyes. Winter was giving way to spring and the coldness was receding. She would miss it. The icy snow of winter had brought to her nothing new to behold in itself but it had brought something that was lost, something she had never believed she would see again. Her mother had found her. Her mahn was as every bit larger than life as she had been during Jace's puppy days, the ever vigilant teacher and guide. The only of their little family that had not made it, Elsie... her beloved sister. But oh she was still around, even if Jace could not see her. Honrin had told her of the ghostly apparition that followed her about some days, longing and wistful.

She found escape from her hectic thoughts and the group of loud and boisterous children that occupied her home in her patrols that took her to the very edges of D'artesian territory. There was pride in her step now, that was no longer the faltering stooped posture of the Scoundrel, and it carried her far and wide through the lands that she called her home. She had paid the price for her sins, both in rank and in blood, her own blood. The wounds upon her shoulders and arms were fading even though the scars would never fade, forever branding her as one who had done the unspeakable and had suffered the punishments. Now she was restored to her place as protector, defender of those unable to defend themselves. This was where she was to be, her purpose in life, she could feel it in her bones, in the sense that her mother had often displayed extreme proficiency at to the point where it almost seemed like she could predict the future.

She was alert as she walked, seeking signs of intruders or trouble, the southern lands were less dangerous than the northern ones, in the mountains there were plenty of places to hide, all sorts of tricks to evade capture, out in the forests and plains there was not so many places to hide, and Jace was as good as anyone at using her nose and tracking down those that evaded her. Upon her back hung Droghinya, the bow was a heavy and welcomed weight. Such a precious instrument that she thought had been lost, destroyed by those that had invaded her home and murdered her birth family in cold blood, made for her by her sister, its value was unnameable for it was priceless in her eyes. At her sides the less valuable bone daggers that she had traded for and the short sword she had found and repaired. All were well taken care of, sharp and shining, she had nothing to fear here in the territory that she ruled, the ice queen restored to her throne.

The wind was harsh, its ice grip pulled at her fur and she breathed in its crystal coldness with reverence and relish. The summer's here were too long for her and through the warm months she longed for the freeze, the chill that would settle like a cloak over the landscape and transform it into a wonderland. But it brought with it too a taste of danger, the scent of blood rode on the breeze, faint but alarming all the while for it was no cattle or livestock that bled, it was canine blood she smelt. Her senses on guard for any movement in the darkness of the forest, she slid her short sword from its sheath at her hip and held it tightly by her side, at the ready to attack if she needed. As she closed in the air became saturated, and the reek of crimson filled her nose, drowning out everything else. The void filled feeling of death carried heavy in the air and her fur bristled automatically. Her sharp eyes darted to and fro, her hackles rose, evil stalked that much she could feel, and evil had committed its sin. Against the backdrop of greenery and brown trucks a crimson flare stood out.

Carefully she approached and she soon discovered that she need not have come so slowly, for the figure upon the ground was dead. What had once been orange fur was dyed red by the blood that filled the glade, that stained the ground and splattered across the nearby trees. What had once been a wolf, a female was nothing more than a torn and bloodied piece of meat, hacked at and dismembered. Fury rose in her chest, and she bared her teeth, who.. who had done this. She whirled around to face the silent forest, birdsong had silenced, and even the wind seemed afraid to make any noise. The very breath of the earth had stopped. She turned back to the body and peered into the mutilated face, the blue blue eyes giving away who it was, which member of Cercatori had had their life cut short. Ophelia.. oh Ophelia.." She had no words that she could give this dead woman, nothing could soothe the pain she must have felt, there had been no sound of a fight for her muzzle was tied shut with rope, there had been no chance for her to scream for help.

Disgust welled up, disgust for the monster that had caused this, for whoever it was had done his best to destroy and disrespect the corpse, even it appeared to urinating on the carcass. As she lowered her head in a silent tribute, anger burning through every vein in her body, she caught upon a lump of flesh in the ground and revulsion filled her, but as she looked closer despite her horror, drawn to stare she made out bodily features to a lump of flesh. Small legs, a tail, now the shape of a head. She gasped and drew back with a wounded cry as the true horror of what it was she was looking at descended over her, a pup, a newborn pup lay dead in the snow, ripped from its mother's destroyed body. A wave of nausea rolled over her and she loosed her last meal from her stomach.

Gasping in air she now turned her gaze to other lumps of flesh that she had dismissed as part of the body and instead saw the truth, a litter of puppies, murdered before they had even begun to live. Her hand flew to her own stomach, grasping the pale white fur that showed only the slightest swell, the smallest indication that she too carried life within her. She shivered and for a moment shut her eyes, trying to block out the images that invaded her mind. In that second an impossibly quiet voice squeaked and cried out against the cold. Jace could not remember ever moving with such speed in all her life, the mess and gore ignored, there was a life that needed her, she could do nothing for Ophelia but this child of hers could be saved. From within the twisted, hollowed out cavern of the corpse a single tiny pup was rescued. Covered in blood as it was it was impossible to tell the true color of the child but, uncaring of the mess, Jace pressed the child against her chest and cradled it in her arms. t mewled again, nuzzling her breast but she had no milk to give, her own puppies too far off yet for her body to begin making it. She whined desperately, unsure of what to do now, she didn't want to leave the corpse for someone else to find but nor did she want to keep the pup out in the cold, Leviothan's sibling could easily die out here even with her own warmth.

The fur on her neck prickled and crawled in sudden warning and she flung herself to the side, there was a whoosh of air past her ear and a dagger buried itself into the ground where she had been kneeling. Scrambling to her feet with the pup clutched in one hand she faced her attacker, the rage coming back. This was the one, she could sense it, this.. monster was the reason for the death of someone who was almost a family member. His eyes were ice as they pierced her own stare, from the mocking gloating in them it was clear he had watched her approach and her reaction to the dead pups, and he had not missed her own arm wrap around her stomach too. He was huge, nearly to double her own height and weighed considerably more. He didn't move from his mocking appraisal of her, a slip of a woman with a child in one arm. She would be easy prey and his eyes roamed over her body, hazing with lust. She snarled at his violating insolent stare, the thoughts on his mind as clear as the daylight. But she did something unexpected, most women when they saw him stalking them froze with panic and their minds shut down, Jace was almost blind with fury but she could still think and she knew she could never beat him alone so she called for back up. Her loud howl ripped through the air, a call for help, a cry for back up, and his glared turned furious. His growl thundered forwards and the male suddenly moved, so quickly for a man of his size and another dagger spun through the air towards her.

It spun wide but it had the effect of distracting her, now he was dangerously close and swinging fists that were huge at her. She was swift and lithe though and dextrous, avoiding his strikes easily at first but having to doge too quickly that she had no time to pull her knives from their sheathes. But she did not stay idle, she struck out with blows of her own, when he got close enough, claws slicing through fur and flesh, drawing blood. The tiny baby she kept close to her chest with one hand as tightly as she could, she didn't want to drop the infant. But if she could only keep him occupied until others arrived then Cercatori would extinguish his life and take revenge for their fallen sister. Blood soaked the ground and the woman slipped, stumbling forwards. His fist hit the side of her head sending her reeling into a tree, cracking the other side of her head against the wood. Blackness closed in for but a second but it was enough for the fight to turn in his favor; she scrambled to her feet and tried to resume her dodging but her vision swam and spun and nausea rose again.

White hot pain lanced her chest as four large claws raked across from her neck to her hip. Crimson blossomed forth and colored her white fur red. Her hand groped against her thigh and she managed to pull free a knife. Lunging forwards the woman buried it to the hilt in his stomach, he roared with pain and hit her again, her bone snapped under the blow, the crack lancing the air sharply and Jace staggered backwards, her arm now useless. He followed though and struck at her again sending her crashing to the floor on her side. Gasping for breath against a suddenly crushing weight on her chest, she tried to stand again. Her eyes widened as his foot flew forwards as he aimed a vicious kick at her stomach, catching her full on and sending her flying through the air before landing several feet away. Now she screamed as fire spread through her lower body, not her babies...anything but her children. A third time she tried to rise and the foot came again, catching the broken arm and her stomach as she rolled, hitting an outcropping of rock. Her vision swam and blackness ruled again for a few seconds, when she came back to herself there was a fist held tight about her neck, she couldn't breathe.. she couldn't feel the floor, and her legs kicked uselessly. His gaze, still mocking despite the wound in his stomach that poured blood, the knife that had gashed open his intestines, he knew that he would die but he would see this bitch dead before he kicked the bucket. Jace was struggling weakly and thrashing her legs, even as her death approached she would not give up. The true darkness began to fold over her, the one that heralded the final sleep, tears welled in her eyes, she would never see her children grow up and find mates or have pups of their own, she would never grow old with Temo and the new life growing inside her stomach would die with her, never to see the light of day. The newborn pup was still clutched within her one usable arm, it had not cried out throughout the entire fight, too weak to call out again after its first cry.


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Leviothan
Sometimes it's better if you don't go off looking for trouble. It could find you, or worse.. It could find those you love.




He was so outraged with his mother over everything, the possibility that she might be seeing other men outside of Cercatori. She'd promised him, despite the sneaking out and coming back home drunk as a skunk that she'd never do this again and for a while, he'd believed her. That was until this morning when his mom had quite suddenly disappeared, leaving the house door open so that a cool breeze drifted through the doorway. Now, as he trekked slowly across the streets of Thornbury, his cindered eyes stung with the cold and he couldn't yet shake that feeling of despair that welled within him like a finely carved stake into the heart of the dead. His real existence had only come after he'd found Keldava and before he'd even managed to figure out exactly what it was the two desired and needed to further their relationship, he'd found out more about his past. His mother had withheld the timing from him, about the two months that had been blank within his mind. Held back that she'd seen him in Freetown all those many weeks ago before he'd joined Cercatori, but now that he found himself drifting through the snow like a frozen, crimson furred fury, the young coywolf didn't really care.

She'd always been that way, withholding information about the things that were all too important to him, like the fact that his father was still alive and some coyote named Moonbreaker, or that his sister was indeed alive and well. He'd gone searching when he'd first found out, left the pack for a week straight with only his knives and daggers to keep him company, but even now with his hair held up in that Celtic fashion his mom admired, Leviothan's fingers curled about his sides, digging into his fur. He'd gone nearly to the borders when the scent of a fresh kill caught his nose, he smell of blood. Only, this blood had a different twist to it. There were sounds as well, snarling which meant that it could have very well been a fight within the pack. As always, Leviothan couldn't help himself, rushing ahead on the simple whim that someone might have needed his help. As he got close, it wasn't just one wolf, but three and he only knew that because Jace's scent merged with his mother's and some larger wolf might have been nearby, the sound of snarling signalling that this fight, whatever it was, was real. He lurched ahead, digging the daggers from his side with careful consideration and without a sound, slamming into the small clearing.

The moment Leviothan swept into the clearing was the moment tears swam through his eyes, bile rising in his throat. His mom, or what was left of her, lay downed in a pile of blood and beside her, several small bodies all dead and torn to shreds. She hadn't mentioned that she was pregnant. But Leviothan couldn't bring himself to speak. Terror spread through his body at first, but Jace needed help. She was caught by the throat, held by a very large wolf, one with uncanny size and while Leviothan's every impulse pointed toward him rescuing his mom, to see if she had a single shred of life left in her, there was nothing he could do for at that moment, he was already in action. Jace held onto something tightly and from the look of things, it had to be one of the pups that his mother had nearly carried full term without showing. With tears still stinging at his eyes, one dagger was drawn before he even knew what he was doing, his feet carrying him across the small space between the large being and Jace, his knife cutting at to catch the fiend in the ribs while the rest of his charging weight was aimed to slam right into the man, to knock him free of Jace and to save whatever was left of his loved ones. This is why he'd wanted to train. If Jace couldn't handle someone like this, then Keldava probably wouldn't have been a match for him. "LET HER GO!" He roared in anger, a snarl at the tip of his lips.



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It was quiet in his shop as Temo had carefully taken apart a bed stand table that needed repair. Years of a leaking roof and water pooling on a floor around it had the legs slowly rotting from the bottom up. The mold and mildew smell was pungent and filled the room and had caused him to open the door to let fresh air in earlier so he could work. Taking the table apart so he could separate the legs making it easier to copy and replace them. Suddenly his head spun around to the open door and with more speed than he thought possible if his mind was not on what he heard, he had moved to the door, tools rolled off the workbench and clattered to the floor as he did not bother to carefully set them down like he would have otherwise.

It was the howl that had made him forget about the tools and the work he was doing. The howl for help. Not only was it a pack mate that was calling, but it was his Jace that called. Jace was in trouble was all that was going through his mind and that she needed his help fast. He may spend a lot of his time in optime form but he did shift regularly to keep in practice. You never knew when one would need to be quick about it. And this turned into one of those moments that he spent the time needed to shift. He knew he could make up for it with the speed that quadrupedal travel provided. And he saved some time by using the form that he rarely had need to use, he shifted half way into the secui form.

As soon as his body would let him, Temo took off at a dead run in the direction that Jace's howl had come from. Jace was in trouble and he pushed himself hard to get to her aid. Many thoughts and scenarios went through his mind as his paws dug into the dirt pushing him forward. Memories of the past came forward. Memories of their very first litter of two pups that did not make it past their first few breaths. The memories of what his mate had gone through that had prevented their survival. The memories of Jace coming home from a fight bruised and tattered. The memories of Jace turning on her own.

It was those memories that fueled his muscles and spurred him on. It was those memories that brought the suppressed and forgotten anger to the surface. It was those memories and the anger that narrowed his vision. As he got closer the smell of blood was strong in the air and filled his nostrils with it's stench. As he broke through the brush and saw Jace, saw her seemingly lifeless form, and the arm that went from her throat to the large luperci that was holding her up.

In the few split seconds of arrival and moving toward the fight, Temo did not know if his mate had already perished and did not care that the offender was larger than himself. Without Jace, he had nothing to live for and was going to save her even if it meant his life in trade. Only dimly aware that his target was occupied with someone else from the side opposite of his entrance and all the rage and hatred that had festered and grew every time Jace was hurt since Lucifer had raped Jace so long ago manifested itself in the 1500 pounds per square inch of force as his jaws clamped down onto the arm that was offending his mate.


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OOC: Holy crap on a toasted bun this is fucking epic... ._. WC: 677

IC: Kenna was coming along in her pregnancy now. It was becoming more and more difficult to do her daily tasks and even riding Dust was becoming a risk. She'd have to stop riding the stallion soon in order to make sure the pups weren't jostled about too much by any bumpy or hard ride. Today was one of the last times she'd be out with Dust. She was taking a small trip outside of the pack lands for the last time before the pups were born. It was meant to be a leisurely little adventure of sorts, just her and Dust, like old times. The collie woman enjoyed the time she got to spend out in nature on her own. As the two plodded towards the borders of Cercatori making their way through the forests, Kenna suddenly heard the cries, snarls and scuffling up ahead signifying a fight was in progress. It was at this same time, Kenna's nose picked up the heavy metallic scent of blood as well as the all too familiar scents of her pack mates. Blue eyes widening, Kenna drew her knife and pulled Dust to a stop, hopping off his back and hurried towards the sound. Her heart began to pound in her chest and the cowgirl feared what she'd find. Moving swiftly but quietly through the trees, Kenna suddenly came upon the bloody, shocking scene. A massive white wolf held what looked like the figure of the wolfess she knew to be Jace (they'd never actually met), Honrin's mother, dangling by the neck in his paw while Leviothan and another black male she could only assume was Jace's mate attacking the brute for what he'd done. Jace appeared all but dead. And Kenna knew that if the white male had successfully killed one of Cercatori's best known protectors that he was definitely a threat to all of the d'Artisans.

All of a sudden, Kenna's entire body just went cold. An intense, coiling, burning rage rose within her at the bloody, disfigured form of Jace. All the snarling and sounds of the fight became distant and dull, her vision became hyper-focused as she fixated on her target, the white monster. In her rage, she did not noticed the rest of the carnage that was Leviothan's mother and unborn litter strewn around the clearing. Gripping her knife tightly in her palm, the cowgirl gave a vicious snarl and started to charge into the fray to help her pack mates in their life and death battle against the pale demon. In her mind there was nothing else that mattered than to protect her family and destroy the murderous beast. Running full speed, without regard for her own or even the lives of her unborn pups in that moment, Kenna howled her utter outrage. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU'RE DEAD!" Her voice exploded forth a raging, howling-scream that echoed through the trees. The woman was dimly aware of another dark figure running towards the fight as well, sword drawn off to her side but didn't have time to determine who is was. Her paws carried her to the fight, she was just about upon it when with an effort, the woman drew her arm back and threw her own blade with all her might, snarling, blue eyes a blazing with anger. With a sickening thud she witnessed the knife burying to the hilt into the white male's mid back, staining his coat crimson as his lifeforce bubbled freely from behind the blade.

Just as she was about to spring into the fight, suddenly something caught the collie woman by her shoulders and arms, bringing her to a forceful jerking halt. She nearly was forced to to the ground from the force for being slammed into but barely managed to stumble aside and keep her footing. Turning fierce eyes upon whatever had grabbed her, she instinctively wrenched around and took a clawed swing at the offending "attacker". She was too blinded by rage to recognize who it was who had just potentially saved her life...

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Of course, it would have happened at one of the few times when Keldava wasn’t at attention, patrolling the territory. The girl was bathing in a river not far from the borders when she heard the sound. A howl, Jace’s voice, but not how Keldava usually heard her. She was calling for help against some unknown threat. In that moment any hostility and resent that Keldava still held towards her mother vanished, if just for the moment; her family was in danger and nothing in the world would make her sit by while it happened.

She sprung from the water as fast as she could move, barely sparing the time to grab her sword and leaving the rest of her gear abandoned by the river. Water and wet fur dripping in her eyes she raced through the terrotiry but she paid it no mind, anger burning in her mind both at the unknown danger at herself. She was one of Arte’s warriors, it’s protectors; impossible as the task of being everywhere at once would be she still blamed herself a little each time something happened and she wasn’t there. That Jace was a warrior herself and a better fighter than Keldava at that was irrelevant, she felt responsible for each and ever member of her pack, never mind her family.

Keldava’s vision seemed almost blurred when she came upon the world, her mind hazed in anger. Jave. Temo. Levi. Blood. Those and the male were all that registered in her mind, she wasn’t even aware of the sound that broke forth from her mouth, not a cry nor even a snarl or a demand but simply an ear splitting roar of pure anger. Her sheath clattered to the floor as she drew her sword and threw it away, taking the blade in a two handed grip and rushing forwards. There was none of her usual fighting style here, no intent to wound or drive off, she was fighting to kill. Deftly she danced forwards and past the bodies clamouring to attack the male, putting all her weight behind a two handed strike heading straight for the large, vulnerable neck an Optime form presented.
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He would remember that blood stained moment if he lived forever, everything that spiraled around him in a haze of emotion. Far removed from shock and even horror really, but the image of the two defiled women was branded white hot upon his vision. His bow drawn back and burning hunter gold sighted down the arrow, the twang of a taut bowstring released filled his ears and his missile flew true through the air, whistling angrily as it did. Piercing through calf muscle and exiting out the other side he had only a scant second to savor hi good shot and reached for his quiver again intending on losing another. His focus was so strange that it seemed to blot out everything, where normally anger would reign and his intellect squashed down under rage.

A doggish figure brushed past himself, and it took him a moment to realize who it was and for the anger to finally release and fly, searing through his veins. He lunged forwards too as the pregnant woman tried to throw herself into a fight that would surely kill her children, her aim was on the mark but this was no consolation for him and he yanked her backwards, out of striking range and taking claws to his cheek for his effort. He swung her around, deliberately rougher with her fragile body than he would have been, and pushed her backwards before finally addressing her; had his voice ever spewed out so angrily before, a heathen snarl, his face contorted with such violence, lips pulled back from canine teeth,

"You will leave NOW and go back to your fucking HOUSE!" Stupid woman. He seemed taller in that moment than his already formidable height, his shoulders wider and his strength larger, an unmovable barrier.
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She had no idea of the passage of time that flew her by only the ever increasing heaviness upon her soul, the weight that held her down so that death could come to claim her. He had not taken her the night of her family's murder nor when she and Elsie had been found, nor too as she wandered lost and alone through the arctic wilderness, bleeding from the face. Nor any of the other times when she had stood so close to the edge, almost within range of his black grip. But now he did, she had strayed too close finally and he had called in all those lucky shots, the close calls and the near misses, the favors of life on which she had escaped from him. But then something remarkable and she herself would never be able to explain it or why it happened but the child in her arms gave a loud shriek, the term loud enough to wake the dead is not all together untrue.

Then she was flying, or what it felt like flying and in an ethereal moment she was convinced her soul had come free. Until her body crashed into the tree that is. Pain as so much she had never felt before, came from everywhere and her bellow was lost amongst the snarls and yelling of the fight. In reality to deal with the two men that had appeared to attack him he had twisted and thrown the small woman to have better use of his fists which he now used to deadly accuracy. The red one he caught around the head, a skull smashing blow that might have been the cause of death if he had not been thrown immediately off balance by the black one savaging his arm. As it was his fist landed not square on and power was lost. Instead he barged the red one aside and curled around despite the pain and the reluctance of his slowly dying muscles to sink his fist again into the black males side and finally throw him off, the black male landing heavily against the floor.

He had presence of mind to turn towards the angry shout and the sword that came through the air at him, this he could not dodge but he still struck out at her with another vicious kick. The sword slicing open his shoulder instead of his neck. His snarl was feral and drawn out. Surrounded on all sides, he roared in agony as two more attacks him him, an arrow that sliced through his calf and a knife in his back was enough to send him to his knees as his injured leg gave way beneath him. Through blurry eyes he could feel his life coming to an end abruptly, something pierced and something broken, an arm crushed, a leg crippled. The hold in his stomach spewed out the bile from his insides and the giant lunged forwards one last time in a vain attempt to grab the woman with the sword, his claws grazed something with fur but he couldn't guess which one it was, a final hacking cough was all that was given and the muscles released, lifeless after the short but brutal attack. His eyes drifted wide hazily, and his jaw worked itself into a grimace and the life left his face with one last word on his lips, 'Mizu'

There was a pounding between her ears and in her chest her heart struggled to beat at all, she felt the crash as something heavy hit the floor. 'Get Up.' That was her mother's voice wasn't it, she didn't want to, 'Get Up! Jace opened her eyes and somehow ended up on her knees, her chest was a gaping hole from which blood poured, the sight seemed almost indecent, beneath the flesh she could see bone, 'GET UP!' Through force of will more than muscle strength she staggered to her feet. Her body shivered and shook, it was almost done, almost beaten. At least she would not die alone like she had feared, for she recognized such colors before her, the red, the white, the black, the mottled. There was something they needed to know before she left but for a second she couldn't remember and then the child in her arms let out another wail, her eyes bulged wide and the shock was enough to send her to her knees, no she couldn't die, not now... her voice burst free from its mangled throat,

"Etghya! Yjin, Hkrana foir!" I'm pregnant! Hurry, save them!' With her message completed she pitched forwards and black consumed her and her body laid still on the soaked ground.
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Red blotches appeared behind his sight, his rage so keen, his protective instinct on over drive. Never before had Leviothan smelled the blood of his mom, the only one that he had never wanted to smell. The memories of his brothers' death flashed through his mind like liquid nitrogen to flames, his eyes flashing indiscriminately between the body of his mother and the wolf now locked in a fateful battle with his mother-in-law. All he knew was that he needed to save Keldava's mother, and in turn, perhaps save a little bit of his sanity, no matter how much of it might have been lost already behind those cindered eyes of his. It was with a breathless charge that he attacked, like a speeding bullet with a single sharp point aimed toward the white wolf's side, only before he knew it, his weapon had missed and the white wolf had turned to meet his charge, thick, broad arms grabbing around Leviothan's neck in a thick vice. Jace had been thrown, but before she had, the sound of another broke the very surface of the air and sent Leviothan's thoughts raging toward Jace and the obvious conclusion. There was a pup in her arms and not only that, a pup from his mother who had been pregnant. Rage so thick it could have clouded even the most forgiving mind over took him, his fists pounding at the wolf's thick, muscled side.

Each blow was a victory in his eyes, a single session of training that had succeeded. At least, it was until he felt the connecting fist at the top of his head. Suddenly his mind was gone and he was sent reeling back, falling into the blood stained earth, right into the body of his mother. Blood splashed, his hands sinking into flesh and before he knew it, blotches of white and black were erupting about his eyes, through every pore of his body. It was as if his brain had been bashed in with his head, though he knew that nothing was broken. His equilibrium was far too gone for him to rise, only he caught the sight of what he'd landed in and immediately his face twisted in both shock, terror, and disgust. The monster had done the worst thing he could have possibly ever done, something so tragic that Leviothan could only shake his head to relieve himself of the tears that were already beginning to stain his eyes, leaking down his cheek. A blur of black showed him exactly what he needed to, the form of Temo who had jumped in, likely the one who'd saved him from his head being bashed in. A moment later, joined by the connecting blows of two others, Keldava who he'd not seen arrive, Kenna who was pulled back by Honrin who had already shot arrows and for a fleeting moment, a single white haze that had to be his mind playing tricks on him.

His hands met the earth, his ears flattened against his skull. The pain behind his brows had grown so fiercely that he was sure he'd pass out at any moment, though he had to be strong. He'd heard the shriek of a child, a pup within Jace's arms. He needed to check on both, to make sure that the two of them were fine once again. He couldn't stand yet, forcing his body to do the inevitable. He crawled like vermin, his claws buried into the blood stained ground and eventually, he'd made it to Jace's side, just as she pitched forward, screaming a message toward the others. Her head caught his shoulder, his hands moving forward to grab at the small bundle she now carried. A small, orange furred pup with a single line cutting over its brow, narrowly missing its eye to come right past into her cheek beneath. A little girl. He hadn't understood most of what Jace had just said, only the part he had understood was 'pregnant' and without even a thought, he turned his head to look for Keldava, his mind now as clear as it could be. Between the sight of Kenna, of Honrin, Leviothan was sure that one of them would be at his side within moments to take hold of Jace. He needed Pandora and he knew that she'd be here soon for sure. She'd be able to hold the child while they did what they needed to. Someone needed to get Jace some help. Now. The only thing he could ever do was hold his hand against her chest to try and stop the flow of blood.

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Temo had thought he knew what pain was until now. The various pains that he had felt through the few years of his life were not even mentionable as itches compared the fire that was now burning in his chest. He had screamed when ribs cracked under the impact of the huge fist. He had hit the ground hard and not even felt the bruises being formed from the fall.

Having been triggered by the assault on his body, adrenalin was put into his bloodstream to be circulated quickly throughout his body making it easier for him to ignore the pain. Just in time to flinch and have claws rake his face and shoulder instead of ripping his muzzle off. Mixed in the snarls, shouts and cries of the fight he had heard Jace's voice call out. He recognized the language she spoke but did not understand all she had said.

As fast as he entered into the fight, it was over. Blood dripped from his face and shoulder adding to the red stains already present on the ground as temo looked around taking in those still standing and those that were not. He limped over to Jace, who by then had succumbed to her injuries, his ears twitched as Leviothan told her to fight the darkness. Wincing with pain with each step until he could settle his body on the ground by his mate, Sorry that I was too late, he whispered in her ear, anger at himself for not being there in time to prevent his beloved from getting injured, possibly to the point of death.


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Kenna saw nothing but her target ahead of her, like tunnel vision all she was driven by was ensuring that the head of the monster ahead of her was removed from its body. Face twisted in a snarl, the woman had seemingly lost any regard for the safety of her pups not to mention her own in her blind rage. She found she got a sick sort of pleasure seeing her knife bury itself in the attacker's back before she was forcibly wrenched back and held at bay by none other than Honrin. She had lashed out without thought, her claws just barely connecting with his cheek, leaving small but not very deep gashes that would have been much worse had she been trying to be more accurate. For a moment, the cowgirl struggled against his grasp on her and snarled in his face, teeth bared ferociously, ears pinned against her skull, eyes blazing. But for all her viciousness, the younger male outdid her rage by miles.

"You will leave NOW and go back to your fucking HOUSE!" Honrin's snarled words somehow managed to penetrate through her one-tracked mind, ringing commandingly in her ears. His golden eyes bore intensely into her and suddenly Kenna's features turned from enraged to slightly shocked. But after a moment, they become hard and defiant once more. Her mouth didn't seem to want to work at that moment though for she couldn't utter a single word against him. She stopped fighting him, but her eyes still glared almost hatefully at him. Panting hard, still seeming almost oblivious the the fact she was carrying pups and the risk she had been taking with them, the cowgirl searched the white male's face before her ears folded in a slightly more submissive manner though her lip remained curled. There was a slight fear in her gaze now however at the powerful anger that she could almost tangibly feel rolling off him in waves. The woman fought to make sense of her own emotions. She felt torn. Between wanting to punch Honrin for stopping her, wanting to help Jace, Leviothan and Temo in the fight, feeling shocked at Honrin's outburst, and knowing it was futile to try and get past him, Kenna bared her teeth yet again, seething. "You better fucking make sure that bastard gets what he deserves..." She spoke through gritted teeth in a deadly quiet voice, unaware that the killing blow was only moments from being delivered behind her. She then yanked her body free of her captor and turned and swiftly stormed back into the forest to retrieve Dust and go back to Thornbury as instructed. Blood rushed in her ears, thankfully blocking out the sounds of the fighting. She didn't dare look back behind her. Rage and adrenaline still boiled within her veins and she knew if she saw her pack mates fighting without her she'd try to get to them again. She wasn't quite sure why she was listening to Honrin, but she did as he said and rode Dust all the way back home where she then proceeded to her house and collapsed in angry tears, alone, on the couch. She wouldn't realize for another hour what she'd almost done and that Honrin had indeed saved her and her children's lives.

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He had heard the commotion, but had only arrived in time to see Jace collapsing. His mind took note of the others around, but his eyes were only on Jace. Leviothan held her, while Temo knelt nearby. The pale healer moved forward, kneeling at her side. "Lay her back a little. I need to slow the bleeding." His voice was clam, as though Jace weren't laying there bleeding, as though this were no more than a skinned knee or sprained muscle. Inwardly, his mind was already racing, ten steps ahead of his hands. "We need to stop the bleeding before we can move her. If we can't stop the bleeding, we might have to cauterize it. Either way, she's going to be in a lot of pain when she wakes up." He had set his pack at his side, his fingers seeking the coarse coil of horse hair he used for sutures.

His eyes turned to the others, taking note of their wounds. "I'll take care of you all once I'm done with Jace." He uncoiled the horsetail hair, gauging the length of the stands compared to the depth and width of the wound. He knew the coarseness of the horsehair would help slow the blood. Would be a bitch to clean off later, but that was worth it. Plus it would seal the wound better than pressing linen in, and he didn't have any wet seaweed with him. He laid the horsehair across the wound, then laid more the other way, forming a simple though inelegant mat. Under the horsehair, directly into the wound, he had sprinkled some dried tormentil, a rare prize from the traders. The note that been with it had said it was exceptionally useful for deep bleeding wounds. He had done his research, and knew how priceless and irreplaceable the herb was that he was using, but this was an emergency.

"Alright, now that we have the horsehair in place, lets just put this over it and press down. When she's awake I have something that will prevent a miscarriage, I hope. Nothing is ever certain, but it won't hurt her." He had some arrow wood bark and black haw that he'd make into a tea for her, he was thinking to himself as he laid a clean linen carefully over the wound and the horsehair, careful not to disturb the horse hair. As the cloth reddened, he watched it, counting. When the cloth was saturated, he pulled it off, laying another cloth over the wound. Again, he counted as the cloth sopped up the blood. A few seconds less han before, but still about the same time. He changed cloths again, still counting.
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