Death on the horizon. [OPEN]

[kahara]

EVERYONE

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But it didn't.

He got worse.

Oh, so much worse.

In the dark of the dens he, Nerante, slept by himself. Away from the others, away from Ryssor, away from mother, father, and all of his siblings. The darkness inside of him grew like a rapid, angry fire. He could not rest properly. Nightmares plagued him. And with a jump he woke up, panting, and frightened. But fear quickly turned to anger. Viciado had never told him how, or why, she knew about bringing back the dead. She never told him why he needed to know it, too. And Nerante was tired of not knowing, he needed to know. It was time to take control of something for once in his shitty life.

Nerante stretched with a frown and walked out of the den into the moonlight. Everyone was asleep. Nearby, Ryssor slept with Cocaine. It made his stomach turn and flip so many different ways. He looked away from them and to the starlight sky above. No answers revealed themselves in the distant constellations. Everything was quiet for once.

"Hm.." Nerante murmured, seated in the center of the dens with his eyes closed. In order to find answers, he'd have to kill someone of his own blood. As much as family pissed him off, he couldn't do that to them; and besides, he needed to bring Viciado to the scene, confront her and Flame. What was it that happened that gave his mother these powers? No one just obtained magic, let alone the ability to bring back the dead.

His heart felt heavy; and it didn't get any better as he realized he had defenseless cubs waiting just a few dens over. Cubs of his own blood. And suddenly, his stomach flipped, but not because of the commander and Ryssor. Because of what he was considering. Nerante got up and began to pace, his head heavy with thoughts. The cubs are young, and it'd be painless.. but the pain to Ryssor, was it worth it? Nerante was torn apart. He needed something to go right, for once, in his life. Maybe he could hide the cub.. convince Ryssor that it must have walked off; that somewhere in the world, it was safe. Yeah! That would work.

And so it began.

Nerante walked quietly over to the commander and Ryssor; they were all asleep. No one would see, if they did, he'd know before they did. He leaned down and grabbed the nearest cub. It was his son. (NPC) Nerante quietly carried the cub out of the dens, away from the others, and then ran toward the border of Shadow Veldt. It was only safe that far out. He glanced at the sky again as he made it to the border. Some of the stars appeared to have faded. Sunrise would come soon, he had to act fast.

As he placed the cub on the ground, he felt pity, but he felt.. relief. He'd have answers. For once in his fucked up life, he'd have answers! The cost of these answers didn't register anymore, and swiftly and painlessly he silenced the cub for good. Nothing registered as wrong anymore. Nerante was so close to knowing something he deserved to know that it didn't matter anymore.

He worked swiftly, with the threat of the sun rising, to preform the ritual. Most of his magic was used up in disguising himself as trees. Of course, this would only work until the dead came back. Then they'd be seen for what they truly were -- if that made any sense. It's what mother had said to him, once. "When the dead walk among us, we are seen for who we truly are." Nerante shook his head and then finished it. The word spoken, so soft, to bring back the dead.

The ground beneath his paws shook and cracked, blood pooled through those cracks, and from it emerged a skeletal paw. Flesh grew on it as more emerged. Another paw, legs, a head, wings opening in the air. The smell was absolutely horrible. But soon he stood there before Flame, his grandmother. Flesh had grown back, but not fur. She was a fleshy, bloody, skinned beast before Nerante with a wicked smile upon her face.

Flame looked down at Nerante with a tilted head, then down to the cub. Without notice, she laughed. "Son like mother, eh!" Flame said. Nerante clawed at the ground.

"Enough! I want to know my mothers secrets. How did Viciado gain her magic, how does she know to bring back the dead?" He demanded eagerly. So close to knowing, so close to finally knowing!

Flame furrowed her nonexistent brows and shook her head. "Oh boy of my daughter, she learned it as you have. She learned it from me." She said. Nerante pouted.

"No, specifics, I want specifics, please!" He begged. The sun was on the rise. Flame nodded.

"Fine, boy, calm yourself. Want to know, then? Well here, have it. I came back, once, but not for long. In that time, Viciado wanted a deal. She wanted to be the best healer possible. With magic. But all of the magic to be taught can not be taught in the time I had left, so I told her what it is to bring back the dead. And left it at that. She would find a way to bring me back, so that I could teach her all I know." Flame said with a wicked grin, which only grew wider as she talked. Nerante could feel his heart sinking lower. "As you know, the blood of a relative is required to bring back the blood of another. So she did just that. She had cubs, and she sacrificed them to me, I came back, and I taught her all I could about magic."

Nerante thought he may just puke. His mother had cubs before him, and she'd given them all up, for magic?! "You have to be.. liar! It's.. she did?"

Flame smiled and tossed her head. "Indeed, she did, but then she met that Caine Iden." Flame snorted. "She couldn't give you lot up, so she stopped all together. I suppose she was content with what magic she knew. But there was so much more she could have gained. I could have taught her the world.. and you can have the same." Flame winked at him and Nerante moved back.

"I'm NOTHING like her! Don't even suggest--!" He snarled, but Flame cut him off as she tossed his dead son at his paws.

"OH? ARE YOU BOY? ARE YOU /NOTHING/ LIKE YOUR MOTHER?" Flame cackled loudly. Nerante stood as still as stone, his head lifted as he gazed down at the cub. Flame was right, he was like his mother; maybe even worse. He had loved Ryssor, and now, he'd broken her heart. Flame began to smile wicked again. "Oh, daughter dear, I thought you'd never show up."

Nerante spun around and gasped, eyes wide, as he stared at his mother. Viciado had felt the shift and knew Flame was back, and knew only one person could have done that. She narrowed her eyes at Flame. "What did you tell him, mother?" She asked. Flame chuckled and tossed her head back -- which told Viciado all that she needed. She looked to her son, Nerante, apologetically. "I'm sorry--"

"No. Get away from me, get out of my sight, I never want to see you AGAIN." Nerante snapped. Flame's eyes widdened and she looked down, while Viciado shook her head.

"Ner, no, don't say that!" Viciado pleaded, sounding desperate. "I've always done everything I've done for you and your father, and your siblings, I love you!" She said. Nerante frowned.

"Love me? Love me like you did as I was a cub, the way you isolated me, and taught me this? All of this? No. It's true. I never want to ever, ever see you again." He stated clearly. Flame cackled and latched herself onto Viciado; Nerante unaware of what he'd done. "F-FLAME! What are you doing? Let her go!" He shouted.

Flame shook her head. "TOO LATE NOW BOY! She's mine." The undead hissed and began to drag Viciado down into the puddle of blood; and Viciado stared at Nerante with fear in her eyes as she went down.

"I'm sorry--" Viciado's last words. It was all she managed to say before the ground closed up on her and she was gone. Not a trace. Flame was gone, Viciado was gone, and all that was left as a dead cub and a head full of lies. A heart weighed down with pain. He'd lost two today. And both were because of him.

Nerante moved down to grab the cub, he would need to hide it, but as he did, he noticed someone looking at him from the near distance.

Stella.

Would he be forced to take another life..? No. No this was perfect. Nerante wouldn't give her a chance to think as he raced after her, just over the border, and tackled her down. From there he dragged her back to the cub and pushed her face into the bloodied cub. Magic was, he had to admit, helpful if you were a psychotic killer. He silenced her with magic, and kept her still with magic, as he placed the cub upon his back and then grabbed her scruff and dragged her back to the camp. Many would, without a doubt, be awake.

Which was true.

As he entered the camp, he could see Cocaine on the throne. Others rested nearby. And no doubt, none of them expected this. The moment Nerante came into view, Cocaine moved off of the throne and raced toward the healer. Stella was the first thing he saw, as the cub was small and on Nerante's back.

"NERANTE!" His voice was stern as he pushed him away from Stella. "What has hap--" He caught sight of the cub, and Nerante's sad, though faked, face. "What happened?" He demanded more quietly. Already they had attention, and Cocaine turned to those who had approached. "Off with you all, to the throne, now." he ordered and turned back to Nerante.

"S-sir I-I was out on a patrol for som-some more herbs and.. and I saw Stella.. with my cub.. I.." He choked himself up. It was, for the most part, honest. He was sad. But why he was sad was not true; he'd killed his mother and son. Nevertheless, they didn't need to know that.

Cocaine was shocked into silence, but he pointed to the throne. Nerante had to carry the cub over there. Cocaine remained with Stella. When Nerante had gone, he narrowed his eyes on her. Although Cocaine and Stella were no longer mates, he had known her for most of his life. She didn't seem the type to just kill cubs. Not when they were of Meurtrier. But the evidence.. The Commander growled. "Walk with me to the throne, Stella. I don't know what happened, but we need to do this right." He whispered, and kept an eye on her as they walked back to the throne.

Cocaine raised his head and let out a loud roar. It was for Circa and Funeral, and it hinted at pain. Although the cub hadn't been his, it had been Ryssor's, and he felt responsible.

Nerante stood at the base of the throne with the cub resting by the rose. And Cocaine stood in the center, with Stella at his side.

And they all waited as morning broke.

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SPOILER: Click to show

Cani said it was okay to have Stella dragged there. No one saw what truly happened besides Viciado and Stella, and Viciado is dead, but she'll be deemed missing for a while because there's nothing left at the scene besides the cubs blood.

Edit:ALSO This would be the most up to date roleplay. It happens after everything else so far. Someone skype me for questions.

[LAD]

Gonna kinda pretend here

Sepheral, Forice, Shinku, Kaden, Adalyn

Sepheral tracked towards the border, then paused as a sight caught her attention. Nerante was guiding Stella with Cocaine to the thrown. And Coke gave the order to go there as well. After her talk with Stella, she had been moving to meet her, luckily for it was not in time to see the horrors that had happened. But something had happened.. "Stella?" It was almost a repeat - but something horrible had gone wrong this time. She could see it in the way Cocaine stood, in the way he'd called for the pride, and the way Stella was standing... What had happened? She asked then.

Shinku, Forice, Kaden, and Adalyn arrived from different directions, blinking in confusion as they stared up at the thrown. What was Cocaine doing with Stella? Sepheral had already asked what happened, so they waited.

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Sorry for short response x: Omg forgot about my others -shot- I haven't applied Kaden - but he'll probably remain an ally, and I'll apply Adalyn as an ally as well.

[Vee]

(tracking)

[Canicas]

Stella has been sitting at the border, she was planning on leaving tonight. None of her kids cared to leave with her and the female Sepheral had convinced her to go. Yes, this was the right thing to do.

This is what made her happy. She stood up to go, but before she even took a step she heard a crack...like bones..it was so light..almost like a cubs. She turned her head in time to see the ground break. Terrified the female took a step back, too horrified to move at the sight before her. Light blue eyes shone in the night as she took in the scene before her. Her paws, they wouldn't move. This...this was something Stella had never witnessed, and she felt so wrong for looking. Viciado! Her mouth dropped even wider as she was dragged, and in a moment...she was being dragged, why couldn't she move? Everything was so sudden that when she came to Cocaine had her beside him. She looked up at him with dreamy eyes....

"Cocaine..." her voice cracked, it was so weak as if she was barely there. Nothing terrified Stella more then something that couldn't be explained, and it was obvious that she was in shock. She looked around at the pride. What was happening? Then to Nerante, and the cub....was he on trial? Wait....the cub...her eyes went wide, and she took two steps before bumping into Cocaine's body. The comfort came, and she tried to huddle into him. "Him.."

[Caylis]

Evangeline Caliver | Rose Donovan | Caylis

The child had been hearing a roar from the great commander, Cocaine, her father. She pricked her ears and immediately zoomed over to the scene.. but what she found was a horrifying sight.. a female that seemed to know Cocaine well.. had commited a crime. She gasped before her eyes narrowed with hatred for the black female, who would dare betray Meurtrier?!

Rose immediately bolted awake before waddling up behind Evangeline before her eyes widened.. no way! Stella didn't seem like the type to destroy a cub! Her blue optics immediately turned to ash black ones. Furious, she bared her teeth. Damn that traitor!

Caylis immediately crouched down before sending the child off.. nobody would want her to stay there to get nightmares. "Child, go and seek your mother." which Evangeline obeyed and scampered off to find her mother, sobbing. "Mother! Where are you?"

[TheWG]

Circa Da'ei

The captain's ears shot up, and her paws automatically rose from her post; to listen. Her hackles raised at Cocaine's call, it sounded bleak, troubled... For the commander to sound such a way, there no doubt was trouble upon the horizon. Flicking a look back towards the den she guarded with Osic inside, she leaped away and made her swift run to the throne.

Her eyes were met with the sight of the dead cub, and Stella being held. "Oh no..." She muttered, biting her lip as she realized it was Ryssor and Nerente's cub. Thoughts whirled through her head, wondering what had happened; but of course the first was the drama that had unfolded between Ryssor, Nerente, and the Commander not long ago... Had that been the reason for the cub's fate? No time to wait, or make false assumptions based on pride drama either, her tail lashed as she headed after Cocaine. "Commander... What has happened?"

[Dingo]

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» CASSIUS & CROWTHER

It felt like the only time Cassius ever came very close to the throne was when his father called for them to do so. A roll of the eyes and shrug of the shoulders was predictable, but what was currently happening was surely not. At least not by Cassius. Although he had gathered a little bit about his current family affairs, he hadn't the slightest idea on what was about to go down. Traitors, murder, magic.. Cass was ignorant to it all. So it was no surprise that it came as a bit of a shock to him as he entered the scene.
"Mother.. Father." He mused as he stood a ways away and tried to make sense out of what was going on. "What is this?" He muttered. It seemed urgent. What was Stella doing? There were mixed expressions of fear and pain and there Cassius was, unsure of what to think. He narrowed his eyes at the body of the cub by the throne. So that's what this was all about.
Cassius could only assume so much, so he decided to stick around. This could get really interesting really quickly, and Cassius always did enjoy petty little drama. What he didn't realize was that this was so much more.

Crowther wasn't far away when the roar sounded. He tipped his head to the source at first, and then headed in that direction. Not much had happened with him since the battle, and Crowther was thankful for that. He had time to think about things and live a normal life for once.
Upon examination of the scene before him and listening to what they had to say, Crowther could tell that something bad was brewing. He hung around the back of the crowd, his eyes narrowed as he shook his head. "Shame.. Can't spare anyone in the time of war. Too bad it was just a kid." Surely this meeting would cover the murder of the child, and Crowther would be there to observe. Things like this happened, he supposed. He had seen it before, but something told him it wasn't just the ordinary cub fatality. He knew little of the relationships between anyone at the throne. Was the culprit among them?

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[Noa]

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That morning, when the young female woke up from another deep sleep that had been inevitably bought on by her hyperactive cubs, Ryssor felt something was off. In the back of her mind, nothing was right with the world. It was a funny intuition she had. It had allowed her to guess that there were pride tensions inside and outside (hence the war), the fact that Nerante had his suspicions and now, this.

The morning was just coming in. The sun was poking its rays over the horizon, telling Shadow Veldt to get up and embrace the new day. The other members were up earlier than she was, as usual, but it was a roar in the distance that had jolted her awake and back into reality.

What the hell.. ? She thought to herself, that little brief moment where she wondered what was going on, even when her gut instincts were telling her it was something to do with the close circle she had made in the pride.

She tossed her head, getting the sleep out of her and counted out the cubs that had been sleeping with her. One, two, three, four, five, six.. seven..

Seven.

Seven?

Ryssor, as quickly as she did, threw her gaze around the den. No.. he wasn't there. Where the hell was he? No.

The roar.. Damien missing.. could those be connected?

No.

No no no no no no.

Some of them had already gone ahead, to see what all the fuss was about. Ryssor could spot Cocaine, Nerante and Stella up the front, and the female wasted no time pushing through the crowd, ignoring every little thing that stood in her way. She had to know. She wanted it to be all right.

"What the hell is going on..?" She started, but then her eyes fell upon Nerante. And what he was carrying on his back.

And there he was. Damien.

The moment of realisation, all that Ryssor could hear was a long, droning ring in her ears and her stomach knotting up. No. She had to be dreaming. She would have to be having some sort of nightmare. She just wanted for everyone to say to her that it was a cruel prank or wake her up or hell.. anything.

But no. They all stared, and she stared back. For that moment, she didn't care that she and Nerante had broken up, that she had cheated on him, that she was a despicable being.. all that she could see amongst the black and white of the world was the crimson red of her deceased cub.

"No.." She finally uttered, approaching Nerante. "No.. no no no no no.. oh my god.. Damien.. no. No no no no."

Damien had been the runt of the litter. But Ryssor had adored her son with her heart, even if he was of Nerante's blood. And now here he was.. her worst nightmares unfolding.

"God damn it.. no. Please wake up.. come on.. please.." She pleaded, pressing her forehead against the body.. but the cub didn't move. "My son.. my fucking son.." And then she just rose up again, silently, only just trembling in the body, trying not to break apart in front of everyone. Instead the female just turned around and gazed to Cocaine and Stella standing nearby, and then suddenly, for the first time since forever, her voice boomed with all the rage she mustered.

"WHO THE FUCK KILLED MY SON? WHO THE FUCK DID THIS TO HIM?!" She roared, staring daggers at everyone. They were all suspects in her eyes now. She wanted answers.

She needed them badly.
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[Silverfang]

Unaware of the occurrences, the King had settled himself just behind the thrown near the mountain that loomed over. Asleep; resting among the night as it passed into day steadily.

As he was able to rise, the alarming sound of Cocaine's roar - what it was mixed with, mostly - tinged the air. Almost immediately Funeral was on his paws, and he made his way quickly to the Throne. He was both taken aback and expecting of the crowd. Immediately the scent of blood were in the air, as well as death. Dark emeralds quickly flitted over Stella by Cocaine's side, maw lathered in blood, and the cub that was before the Throne as well. Ryssor's body, wracking as she mourned and trembling as she screamed, gave Funeral one part of what had happened. His gaze narrowed.

He took no seat, his body erect as he glowered pointedly down at what he saw. His expression held confusion, but perhaps someone could explain. No, he was sure someone could. His attention was mostly toward Cocaine and Nerante, who seemed worse for wear.

So he waited, giving away no emotions other than a stoic outlook.

[kahara]

EVERYONE

[/i] He demanded. It was very stern. Only those directly involved at this point would be permitted nearby. And Funeral and Circa, of course. Cocaine left Stella briefly, he had to tend to Ryssor. He moved over to nuzzle her cautiously, well aware she could snap on even him. Whether or not he successfully managed that, he moved aside and flicked his tail for Circa to follow him to the throne with Funeral. Up there, the superiors stood. He lowered his voice.

"I was on the throne when Nerante came into the camp, dragging Stella along. At first, I didn't notice, but there was a cub upon his back. It's his and Ryssor's. When I went over to him, Stella was shaking, and Nerante blubbered about going on a patrol for herbs and spotting Stella with his cub.. Stella merely said 'him'. Which, I assume means Nerante.." He paused and thought. Stella wasn't happy in her home. Stella didn't want to be in Meurtrier anymore. She planned to leave anyway. It was a tough decision. "The evidence," He began with a sigh. "Points toward Stella having attacked the cub. Perhaps out of jealousy, in which case, that may very well be my own fault for not handling my personal issues better. I'd like to walk her out of Meurtrier, for good." Cocaine said. His tone was stern, and he felt he had a large say in what happened, seeing as he could be responsible for all of this. Though not in the way he said it.

This was for the better. Stella would never have to see Meurtrier again; she'd be free. Her long journey of torment would end.

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[LAD]

Sepheral, Kaden, Adalyn, Shinku, Forice, Aidan, Nixen, Cheri


The three Jaaku members approached together, and sat down at Cocaine's yell. Adalyn moved toward Uncle Kaden's side, pressing against him for comfort, staring at the leaders in curiousity and she desperately wanted to know what was going on. Kaden hushed her before she even began speaking. Forice made his way to Sepheral, eyes glittering in curiousity and concern for the female as she stared in pure horror at Stella. He wondered why, but then he realized - after Cocaine snap, he shouldn't get any closer, and he plopped down a few feet away from her. Shinku stayed where he was - silent.

Sepheral couldn't take her eyes off of what she was seeing - she had moved closer toward the thrown before Cocaine had lashed out, and she paced back a few steps in respect. But she wanted to get to Stella, and she could see the look of terror on the female's face. Her promise rang through her head, over and over again. To Ripthier, toward Stella from just hours before. She didn't notice anyone else. Merely stared at Stella. She wanted desperately to do something but what? What would happen to Stella? The leaders spoke toward one another, and one fang poked out as Sepheral's maw quivered. And what of her cubs... Sepheral cast her eyes about, would none of them say something? Anything? No. They were all silent.

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[TheWG]

Circa Da'ei

Circa's whiskers twitched as she listened to the story... Now that didn't seem right. She knew nothing of Stella, but even so, looking at her now... The lioness's baby blues peered toward the suspect, who looked so shaken and torn. Could she really have done it? Her head swiveled around as Cocaine leaped to the conclusion as it seemed, and she stepped a paw forward, folding her ears down respectively.

"I respect your thoughts, Commander, but we don't even have a statement from the suspect... Only one word, how can we be sure?" She started, looking once again to the shivering figure outside. "If she had killed that cub... How could she look so afraid?" Her eyes then traveled, from Ryssor screaming with cub in arms, to Nerente... Standing there. Obvious suspicions rose, but the incident with Static failed to occur, there was not enough to even speak of the male's involvement, and there was no sense pointing fingers... But how could they throw out a member so fast, that had been loyal so long, in a time of war, without an investigation? But it wasn't up to her... Her eyes finally landed on Funeral.

[Canicas]

The female stared at everyone, it was like a dream. Was it a dream? She wished she'd awake, but the smell of blood was so real. She licked her maw, stopping midway. The blood, it even tasted real. She wanted to vomit this taste was so disgusting. Disgusting to a vampire? Because it felt....oh so wrong. Cocaine's nudge urged her to move, and she moved with him syncing her moves to the sounds of his pawsteps. She wanted nothing more then to curl up into his large body. She wanted the protection he had once offered, the one she felt she didn't need. For the first time in her life, she felt helpless.

It hit her. How could she convince anyone that she didn't kill the cub. She stared at Nerante. "You...." the blood that lingered on his face from the kill, "How could you?" her fur bristled, her fangs although shaky began to expose themselves as tears fell from her face. Stella wasn't the kindest female in the world, but she would never kill a cub, let alone her own. Her ears fell against her head as she realized that Ryssor was near. Her eyes slowly turned to her with a sorry look, the mourning mother before her. Stella could never empathize with the female. She spoke again, but so soft that the sharpest ears would barely hear, it would be amazing if Ryssor did. "I'm so sorry.." she choked out.

Silence overtook her again. Traumatized by the scene that played out.

[LAD]

Jericho Kain

The male paced back and forth for a long while, mulling over his decisions. He was frustrated, but he knew he had to stay calm, especially with what he was about to do. So Jericho stopped pacing, took a deep breath, and rolled in some grass and mud and herbs once more to mask his scent. Then cautiously, he slipped into the dens. He'd heard the call, saw what happened. He had to move now. Or else he'd be royally fucked. Moving quickly but silently, Jericho slipped into a den three dens down from Viciados' the healers den. He glanced around, and saw one cub. One cub that looked like Cocaine, and this was the one he decided upon. He nudged him, "Wake up, little one." His voice was soft, barely a murmur. He pressed his maw against the cubs' ear. "We're going to play a game and surprise mommy and daddy. But you have to be very, very quiet, little one." He pulled back and offered a smile - albeit an awkward smile - to him, "You must be quiet, or you won't please them." When the little cub nodded, he smiled again and nuzzled him.

Then he picked up Cocaine's cub, the cub that he'd had with Ryssor. It was so obvious in the past few days the way they'd been acting. And Jericho had been paying very, very close attention to Meurtrier. And now he had to get back to La Morte. And quickly. Everyone was so distracted at the moment, and here he was, covered in filthy mud, 'My freaking pelt. I swear I'll murder who ever chose to reside in Volcano. It'll never be clean again,' grass and all different kinds of herby scents.

And then, Jericho snuck out, crawling up and over one of the slopes in the den walls, with much effort, but he still made it. Jericho didn't even bother glancing backwards to see if everyone was still busy. He kept the cub tight in his maw, but not so much to hurt it, and took off at a run. The extra weight wouldn't hurt him now, his travels with Yasbi had seen to that, but he would certainly feel it later. Jericho ran. And ran. And ran. He didn't pause for the longest of times, zigzagging, circling around, and leaping on top of rocks when he could. He just knew he had to get away - and in his mouth, was one little Atryn. Son of Cocaine and Ryssor. He couldn't believe what he'd just done. But he had no choice now. He had to keep going. Lest it be his life.

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Yes I got permission from WG to power-play her poor little Atryn <3 and I did talk to those who I needed to if you're curious. c:

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Vitali and Caesar

Caesar looked up at the large male who came into their den and took his brother away. That was not fair! Caesar wanted to be apart of the fun too. The cub pouted, quite miserable. Maybe the large guy would come back and bring him and his siblings along? That would be fun! They could all play a game to surprise mom and dad. In preparation for play, Caesar took it into his own paws to try and clean his gray fur.

Vitali fell from the skies. Not as an act of violence or in struggle; but rather, he was up there to play. His time alone and how he spent it was his business. It all ended rather quickly though as the call of the commander rang in his ears from down below. Vitali was flying in to meet the others when he noticed someone had just left the dens. And not just any den: Commander Cocaine and Ryssor's den.

It was certainly suspicious. Everyone else was busy with whatever was going on at the throne, and then there was this guy. Headed out and away from the others after a visit to le'ol supreme commander's den; but Vitali didn't let off a warning call. Not a sound. Vitali wanted to tail this guy far above in the sky, and with everyone so consumed by the thrones and royal pains, Vitali doubted they would notice him in the air.

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(I hope you are OK with this? He is following from the sky, and at quite a distance.)