Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

He protested, writhed, felt himself growing powerless as the pale creature overpowered him, and it was unlike anything he could remember feeling before. Firefly tried to lift himself up, to shove the body off of him, but all he got as a result was the chiding voice of the stranger: Now, now — settle — The man was fighting so hard that he could hear the blood in his ears, the pulse of his heart as it fueled his every tense, shift, kick, and drowned out most of what was said; he snarled and tried to angle himself closer to the stranger's face to tear at it, and snapped his teeth as close as he could, but to no avail.

There somewhere you need to be, sweetness? jabbed the stranger, and to be truthful Firefly didn't know how to take those words. He was pissed off, and rightly so. But at the same time there was an undercurrent of something in those words - a flirtation? He wasn't sure if he read that right, being so riled up and focused on getting the fuck away from this pale wolf. He needed to get to Caiaphas — !

He tasted sweet success as he clamped on to Caiaphas's nape, and bit down hard, growling as he did so. It was only then that he made sense of the other tussle, and his eyes narrowed, then widened. Aure!-- No. Vonn? Vonn, right? God, he hoped it was Vonn.

He let go just long enough to holler, VONN!! GO HOME AND GET YOUR SISTER THE FUCK AWAY FROM HERE! Praying with everything he had that the pale man had heard him, he returned to the fray--only to find the harpy sink her teeth into his throat, just under his jaw.

If he'd known those would be his last words, he'd have thrown in a lot more 'fuck's.

He was lucky in this regard. An inch or two lower and she would have hit the jugular, sent him reeling in a fountain of blood. But it was close enough, a tender enough spot to send blinding pain in waves over his flesh, beating like war drums in his head. His breath came in shuddering gasps; he tasted blood on his tongue and in his throat, and wasn't sure if it was hers or his.

Verx ripped himself away with a terrible noise, blood spilling down the front of him like someone missing their mouth with soup. He opened his mouth to levy a volley of curses onto Caiaphas, only to find that naught but a bubbling wordless snarl escaped his crimson-tinged lips.

Enraged beyond all reason, he bore down on her with a thunderous roar, hellfire in his gaze, jaws aimed at the base of her own throat.

uhh im a dumbass & forgot the post order. sry for the wait-

Starlit gaze flared, fury and fervent, before he leaned as low to Firefly as he could without bringing more scars into the fold of his fine face; voice a warning, imploring croon. "End this, my lovely. Nothing more." With a final, pointed jostle into the cocoa male, Vonn whirled away in time to heed Verx's holler. The rivulets of blood from the cheka had him flaring, too, and as he tore past @Caiaphas, gave a warning 'schnik' of fangs at her boney hocks, not a moment before Verx set upon her once more.

Then he was gone, just as fleeting as he'd arrived, surging for his sister - who'd seen Caiaphas tear into dragostea and now made to rush from the undergrowth. But Vonn was there, curving her into his hold and herding her back into the foliage. "Nevoie mine- No! Drumul! No!—" She resisted her brother, snarling the words through gritted teeth, eyes filling with thwarted tears that she could not reach him, heal noapte.

"LASĂ-MĂ!" left her in a wail of utter frustration, thrashing against Vonn with what she had, despite how stalwart he was. But her twin was half-hustling, half-dragging her from the site, taking her weak assault on him as he shepherded her to saftey. It would do her no good, endangering the lives of her niños and herself.

still the chaos outside of her vision whirled on. a nick of her hocks by some fleeing assailant was barely registered, for caiaphas' attention was fastened to the beast her teeth had sunk into.

a glut of crimson rivulets sprung from her maw, the rush of warm blood tinging her fur a matted pink as they struggled. her eyes flashed with triumph: soon this dogged cur would be eviscerated, and she would be the rightful victor.

abruptly, vercingetorix ripped from her grasp with a sickening pop -- where her fangs had rested a welt of flesh hung, subcutaneous tissue flapping and exposed. the wretch's blooded features upturned in a smile, her teeth filmy with crimson -- just as he lunged to her, she rose to meet him.  his fangs landed with a heavy thud deep within the scarred tissue of her neck, holding fast the snarled knotwork of tissue that had only just begun to close.

oh, it hurt -- but victory, victory hurt much less. she gritted her teeth as she drove in return, a tight snarl finally breaking her composure. she was so certain victory was at hand, so confident in her ability, that this time she did not go for throat again. she went for the bridge of his muzzle to force his head downwards and deliver terrific pain. it was the final salute -- a vehement kiss before the dragedan fell in eternity's black pool.

may he know nothing but shame as death embraced him -- may the last thing vercingetorix ever saw be the smirking features of rusalka's spidery wraith.

He fought against the impediment that was Vonn's juicy booty the pale warrior until there came a commanding shout from one of the combatants, and suddenly the weight was lifted. This was his chance to finally place himself between the warring beasts and get Caiaphas to safety, whether she wanted it or not. How dare she take this chance to assault the dragedan, he would've thought if he'd been more focused.

The man rolled to his feet and was standing around the time that the pale wolf was streaking away to herd another body off of the map, so to speak. He lunged for Caiaphas and Vercingetorix, his powerful hindquarters launching him cleanly towards them until his body was almost aligned with the crone — then, he dove for the Drageda wolf with the intent to separate the pair of them. By this time Caiaphas had delivered a near-fatal blow, but there was nothing he could do to stop his rage-filled momentum.

Firefly sank his teeth in to the dragedan with the intent to pull him off of Caiaphas and throw him to the dirt, but at this rate the two rusalkans were probably tearing him in two.

His vision was blurred and dark around the edges, but still he fought on. He wouldn't let this puny geriatric cunt bring him down. This wasn't how he died. He cried out as she clamped down on his muzzle, trying to bash his skull as hard as he could against her teeth (hoped he knocked them all out). Trying desperately both to loosen her grasp and to push her back down to the ground.

Then he felt another set of jaws take hold of him, and things became even more chaotic. He whirled, ripping his face from Caiaphas with a fresh spray of blood, blinded and trying to find purchase on the other. It was the other, Major Asshole. . . Where was he, where was he where was he where was hewh er wew aes eh ewa

Get out.

A voice clear as anything he'd heard before broke through the din, loud and commanding. Could it be that of God? Or--more shocking yet--that of his sense of self-preservation? He'd rarely been graced with its presence, and had heeded its warnings even less.

But he was blood-blind, deafened by his heart pounding in his ears, his body was going numb all over, and every breath was more labored than the last. Panting erratically, a constant bubbling growl in his throat, he found enough strength to attempt to loose himself from his enemy's grip once more. Should he escape, he'd run run run blinking hard enough to see again, though painful,

Running and not stopping until he found the redwoods again.

again and again vercingetorix's head bashed down, rattling her skull with astounding force. caiaphas' vision blurred -- or was that blood?

she held, her head shuddering, eyes blurring -- there was a shadow, something else passing over them -- and all of the sudden vercingetorix's tore away. with it, went the last of caiaphas' force, her body shaking and the adrenaline ebbing out down through her body, leaving a strange sense of exhaustion to come creeping in.

he was running and she lunged after him, vision red and swimming. drunken steps, a stumble. she snarled and willed her limbs to go faster - they did not comply.

and alarmingly, ever so alarmingly, a warmth was spreading down her throat, trick trickling. dumbly she looked down with a gasp, her fur matted thick with blood, feeling the warm movement that shouldn't be there glissading through her pelt --


with that, the siren fell to the ground with a grunt.

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The sight of the dragedan retreating might've riled him in to giving chase on any other day, and Firefly wasn't injured so he could've closed the distance easily enough and put an end to things right there, but he chose not to. Adrenaline was pumping through him; coupled with an immediate frustration due to the fact all of this shit was avoidable — he ripped his attention away from the bloodied path and glared daggers at Caiaphas in time to see her slump against the sand.

Then as he moved to investigate her wounds, he couldn't help but grumble with his surly voice, Fucking stupid move there, Caiaphas. What the fuck— not that it mattered, as she was most likely unconcious. It wasn't a good sign, and neither was all of this blood; soon enough his frustration stagnated, mutated in to a low-grade panic as his anxiety flared.

He was no medic. There was blood everywhere —

Firefly loomed over her and dipped his snout down to the space just after her nose, testing the air for breath, but couldn't be certain of anything; he couldn't call for help (or thought he couldn't) because then they'd be targets —

— but they had to move.

All that he could do now was make her stand. If she couldn't do that on her own, he'd find some way to move her with his own body - pulling, pushing, carrying on his damn back if he had to - but all the while Firefly would be aware of the blood coating the earth. He needed help, he needed — Erzulie, he blurted to himself, shocked that he hadn't thought of her sooner -- he was an idiot, fuck -- I'll get you home, you'll be okay — Fuck.

He just stood there gawking, a distant grey puff of fog, because that was about as useful as he was in this whole thing.  He honestly couldn't really believe what he was seeing, and much like with a train wreck, he couldn't look away.  Snarls and blood and the churn of writhing fighters burned itself into his retinas.

They all had to be crazy.  That was the only way the youth could even put any sense of reason to what he saw.  The wolves that had tried to befriend him were indeed like sirens on the sea, and they had turned on one who hadn't been as suspicious -- or wary?  Something like that.  Monsters.  Demons.  It didn't matter other than he was glad he trusted his instincts and didn't believe someone who came with promises that seemed too good to be true. They were.

As things started to break up and it looked like only the non-solid-colored wolves were left, he finally broke free of whatever hypnosis had occurred, sprinting away from the scene just in case they decided to turn on him next.  The rest of Mal's brain pretty much turned off at that point, all that was left was fleeing, and burying those memories somewhere where he'd hopefully never see them again.

But let's be real, this is Wolf.