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indent Everything came together as if it was a well rehearsed dance. Andre moved for him, then realized too late what their true intent had been. In a blur of gold, Anselm was on his half-brother, taking away his advantage, holding him like a living anchor. Then it was Corona moving, rushing the boy. Blood was on the ground and the sky was on fire. A triumphant, heckling laugh escaped Gabriel and his legs pushed against the ground, moving him with as much speed as he could muster. He could smell the blood and saw the opening, and dashed towards it.
indent Gabriel reared up, slamming his paws into the boy’s chest. Their eyes locked and it was in that moment time stopped. He could see the first time Andre had looked at him like that, promising that he would reclaim the clan in his name. Even then, the Aquila had known that this would never come to pass. God’s purpose was undeniable, and no child would break His Word. As he stared into his brother’s eyes, eyes that were so much like his eyes, like Kaena’s eyes, he knew that this would be the end. His teeth closed around the throat and he felt the windpipe crush. Grinning, he yanked his head back, was sprayed with his half-brother’s blood, and knew that this was how it was supposed to be.
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Faolin watched as the two males worked in sync with one another. It was a beautiful sight and she watched as Anselm grabbed his wrist. Her legs relaxed and she backed up a couple paces until her tail swept gently over her daughter behind her. Corona was the next to go, grabbing the knife and landing it on Andrezej with such a swift motion, if the girl were to blink it would have all been done. This was going to be it now, this was the end of their worst nightmare. There was no where for him to go, he lost the use of his hands, all he had left were his legs. He would not be able to do any damage to the five of them without his precious weapon. The intent on killing Andrezej was shown plainly in her mate's eyes. Knowing this would not be a sight she would want her daughter to see she turned around quickly trying to catch her attention. "Talitha honey, are you okay? I'm home now and everything will be fine. Ezekiel will be back within a short period of time and we'll all be together, okay?" she asked trying to catch the same crimson colored eyes in her own if only to distract from the scene going on behind them. In that moment a shudder crept down her spine as his windpipe broke beneath Gabriel's fangs.
you don't define me.
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_____The life that spilled righteously out of Andrezej showered over all of them within range. Gabriel went from gold to red in the same manner that part of her face did, and though she couldn't see Anselm she was sure that he had gotten the same treatment. She had felt blood a number of times but this time it was significant. She closed her eyes and pulled her face back from the warm touch, slowly withdrawing her grip on his arm as she pulled the knife cleanly from his shoulder. By the time things had calmed down and his body lay on the ground, Corona surveyed what they had done. And she didn't feel a single thing despite being entranced for a moment by what they had done. Yet Faolin's voice had pulled her back to reality and the gold-haired Lykoi turned to look at the mother-daughter pair, ignoring the feel of Andrezej's blood running the length of her arm. It was all over. Everything is okay now, she thought, looking over her niece before casting a glance to Anselm and Gabriel. It was all over.
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The coyote hybrid yowled again as the blade was driven down into his shoulder, and he felt the arm go limp and useless. Immediately he whirled and snapped his teeth as close to Corona's face as he could get them, but with Anselm tugging him in the opposite direction, a threat was all he posed. He knew he was screwed over the minute he turned to look back to Gabriel, but all he did was laugh. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed until the blood spurted forward and filled his mouth, and it cut off the horrible laughter and the screams of agony that had mixed together into a sickening chorus. Yes, he was dying — there was no way to survive that — but he'd find some way. He'd have Inferni yet.
The madness in his eyes died first. In that instant was clarity; he knew he shouldn't have opposed anyone here. What had he had to gain from it? That was only momentarily as he slumped forward and, with one of his last breaths, whispered, God can fuck you, Gaby. He saw the girl wince in the background, covered by her mother but able to hear everything that went on, and he chuckled again, blowing blood bubbles as he did. And that was it; he winked out of existence and every muscle in his body gave one last shudder before dropping control.
Talitha, of course, had heard everything. She had heard the snapping of bone and the thud of the knife on the sand. She had heard his yowls. She had heard the sound of that same blade sinking into flesh, the fresh agony sweet on the air, and even though she was somewhat transfixed by her mother's return, it was like she'd been there all along. Everything was too surreal for her to properly comprehend the significance. Ezekiel? He would find her and would notice how pathetic she'd become and he would laugh. She almost didn't even want to see her brother anytime soon; she was glad he wasn't there now.
She had seen the blood. It had been a lot, and she could look between all their legs to see the dead man on the ground and the crimson sand. No doubt everybody had it on them. She shuddered at the thought and swallowed bile, hoping to keep the meager contents of her thin stomach down. I-is he g-gone?
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And, now that this is pretty much finished, I'll be sure to start our thread tonight! 
Faolin knew she could not shield everything away from her young daughter. The horrible sound made her twitch and forced her to swallow anything that might have been trying to come up from her stomach. All she could do was look Talitha in the eyes and nod slowly. Ezekiel was not here, maybe she did not want her brother to see her in such a state. It would be a while before Faolin left the young girl to fetch her son. There was more to take care of here, Ezekiel was happy with Fatin and her brother, at least he would be for a little while.
"Why don't we take you home? We can get cleaned up and get some food in that stomach of yours!" she forced a smile, red eyes drifting back to the scene behind them and to her mate soaked in the blood of his younger, half brother. She tried to suppress another shudder but it could not be helped. It was all she could do to concentrate on what she had to do then her own horrible nightmares that consisted of her father and that other white male that had tried to attack her. Iskata's own mate. Gabriel had killed him to save here, but her own mind could not wrap around the fact that it was a different wolf and not her father at all. Faolin gave her head another shake and looked back at Talitha, awaiting some kind of response from her daughter.
you don't define me.
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Poor Andre. Although I suppose this is what happens when you betray the Inferni Mafia.
 Anselm's head was pounding and it took a few moments before he could see through the tears that had formed in his eyes. He blinked them away and was pleased by what he saw. Corona had come rushing in and took the knife. Before Andre could wail on his head too badly, the exile was forced to deal with Anselm's golden cousin--and she restrained his arm and drove in the very same knife he'd used to threaten them. At that point, it was basically over. Knowing that he wouldn't get hit again, he quickly decided to keep a lock on Andre's arm until the boy stopped kicking.
That moment would come quickly enough. In a flash Gabriel was upon the target, and as the adrenaline of the battle died down he became more aware of Andre's laughter. His eyes widened momentarily, and his grip loosened slightly as he pulled his head back to look up at the rebellious boy. Frowning in disgust, he finally dropped the hand as Andre collapsed.
Faolin had gone to comfort Talitha, and Anselm sidestepped away from the corpse and off to the side. His head was still throbbing, but he knew that he could have left the battle much worse for the wear. Still, he kind of wanted to go lay down... but not here. Turning to Gabriel he bowed his head deeply, and then he turned his attention to everyone else and nodded his head. With that, silent as he had been throughout the entire episode, he turned and made his way to the river, where he would clean up, take a good long drink, and pass out for awhile.
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Eyes still clenched tightly shut, Rachias continued to hold herself there, listening to what was happening but unwilling to look. In the darkness that her closed eyes provided, something hit her. She couldn't just stand aside and wait for them to kill him, like she knew so very well that they would. Andre was her brother, the last one from her litter that she had, and even if he hated her enough to want to kill her, she simply couldn't stand aside while they killed him. Finally exhaling, she had been holding her breath for what seemed like eternity, the young woman turned back to the tree and to the side, passing it.
Her feet took her quickly across the sands, in a full on run, but it still seemed like hours to her. Like everything was going in slow motion. "No!" The girl cried out as she drew closer and closer, blinking back tears that threatened to spill past her eyes. "Please stop!" She cried again, but only realized it was to late when her eyes were able to focus enough on the scene to see her brother drop to the ground. Rachias lost her breath in that moment, stumbling through the sands and yet forcing herself to move on. By the time she reached the rest of the group, they were already beginning to move away, leaving Andre's body there in a heap. She didn't stop though, instead she dropped forward, throwing herself on top of him and wrapping her arms around his body, sobbing in to his fur.
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indent The laughter cut through his skull like a bullet. It made his eyes go dead, took him back to a time that he no longer wished to remember, and then the voice brought him back. Like a wildfire the fury boiled through his blood, hatred darkening his eyes until they were nearly a different color. With blood still covering his coat and the sinew stuck between his teeth, he spat and cast a glance toward Anselm as he went off, only to be startled by Rachias charging forward. She dropped to the sand and enveloped the boy with her body. Motioning for Faolin and Talitha to leave, he remained where he was. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t; this was the second brother he had taken from her within the year.
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_____She was in the process of leaving when someone had called out at all of them. It surprised her, both in expression and mentally, to see Rachias running out to where Andrezej had fallen. Where they had intended to leave him. Though Anselm kept continuing on and Gabriel motioned Faolin and Talitha away, she lingered for a few seconds more, watching her younger sister weep while her emotions fought each other. Giving a weary glance to Gabriel, she frowned, but kept going. If there was going to be any discussion, it was better between the two of them, who had much more of a history together without her involved. Though it pained her to turn away and continue forward, she knew there would be a time and a place that she would see Rachias again.
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Everything had blurred together in the moment that Rachias ran forward. Talitha's hand, slender and ghostly, lifted pathetically toward her aunt as she stumbled in the direction of the mourning woman, but she was pulled back by the motion of her father. The young hybrid had to stop and consider disobeying to comfort her half aunt, but at the same time, she knew this was all her fault. If she hadn't gone to Dahlia de Mai, maybe Andrezej would never have stumbled across her. Maybe he would never have committed the crimes he had. Maybe he never would have had to die.
And while she felt nothing for the dead man on the sands, she certainly did for the grieving of Rachias.
Still, she stood numbly and followed her mother away from the scene, looking back only to see the others disperse and her father still there, majestic and yet a terribly frightening figure in it all. She would never fear her father, but she would forever remember the blood he had spilled. It had been right, it had been for her, and for them, but it didn't make the crimson any less visible. [/html]
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