Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

Fashionably late

The scene set, the play plucked from the many that had yet to be used. Innocent Death, that's what she called it but the dove did not have a staring role. No, that was reserved for the girl called "the broken one". Her name did not matter but she knew it, she was a gentle thing called Aya. Ah, to have such trust again but the world was harsh and cruel. Innocence never lasted, that bright new light would dull as life proved to you that it was never on your side.

She had been there but not together with the rest, no, there were to many and she simply wanted one item. Yes, you guessed it. She wanted her head, the skull in which the poor girl's soul would be tied to the priestess like the many she collected. This one would be the cleanest in her collection, and a feeling annoyance might ride if she cried or wailed too many times.

On her skull was the old Overseer's bones, her dual colored eyes peering out where yellow should have. Ah, stupid Nemesis for trying to so blatantly kill their Lord. The carnage started and she simply watched like an audience member, the tragedy unfolded in a wash of screams, tears, and the ever presented blood. How much would be left to complete the ritual to bind her to the Medic? She saw how the red colored those that were colorless and dirtied those with darker colors. The younger girl with pumpkin eyes, Leigh, she seemed to reliving a horror. While Nyra, the Blade, flipped on a switch that would not sit well with her now that her mind was no longer clouded with bloodlust.

Strangers came, more audience members to come see the play but they soon were dragged on stage to show a chase scene. Oh such fun that part of the art was but it was now time for her curtain call, she was to enter at this moment. Her eyes fell away from them before she lifted herself up, passing the now shocked warrior. Her paws began to soak up the spilled blood, a perfect substitute for her not spilling the red liquid herself. She moved to watch Leigh and the hybrid that latched onto the part Dove needed the most.

"Pardon, can you release this one's face?" she said it sweetly before looking at the distraught girl trying to pull her off. " And darling Leigh, you might want to get away from all this. There is nothing you can do for her now, she is gone." Gone, her living life was gone but the priestess would swear to those that asked that she could see the orange eyes of the ghostly form staring down at her torn body is shock and sorrow. Should she tell this living distraught girl that the girl that led here for caring was a spirit or would that make it worse?

The man he bore down upon was swept out of his jaws.
Luckily for Sunhawk, it seemed.
The man reeled from Kynareth's blow. It seemed he was going for more the warning rather than the capture and kill.

Eve threw herself into the fray from the sidelines now. No way he was getting away now.
At least not getting away to survive for long.
He drove forward again, aiming to great a firm grasp on a limb to stop him running.
At least until they'd come to some sort of agreement.

something...gripped her.
not metaphorically, as in something in her mind -- though she was clouded by bloodlust which was making he processing a little slower.
no.
she ignored it. it didn't hurt. it only felt like some child begging for play.

though...around her everything seemed to stop and slow.
Nyra had the heart in her mouth, seemed like it was her first time in this dance, and the male she'd been whispering to had run off. probably to do something with that pent up feeling he had for this corpse.

Dove broke through her mauling. her blue eye slid to the medic woman, then dropped the head obediently, letting the body finally rest.
ah. where had that tugging got to?
Sasha turned and rounded on Leigh with nothing but malice on her eyes. bloodstained lips upturning to reveal her dribbling, bloodied maw.
it seemed she wanted to be sacrificed next.

she prowled closer with measured steps. like a cougar on a ram.
I'm sorry
it rang through the air.
"too late, love," she chimed in.
look at this...pathetic woman crying over a dead stranger. she wondered if she tasted so sweet.

Roll thread here!

YOO I’m sorry Sunhawk I read the roll wrong and I’m an actual dumb bitch LOL. Imma edit and fix my post. :’>

Even though Donovan accidentally knocks Sunhawk from Derg’s grip, he realizes the fight might still go on even as the stranger begins running off. He is surely out of Kynareth’s grasp, he’s much too fast, but as the long legged Evelynn sprints past him like a silver blur he knows there might just be hope yet. His already bloodied smile curls even further and where he slowed to a stop next to his Overseer he watches as the shewolf chases him down. 

This is it. Donovan thinks horribly as he kicks up grass urging himself into a sprint. His muscles shift beneath his beautiful, bloody pelt as he widens his strides to close in on the other male. He narrowly avoids taking Evelynn with him as tries to clash into the other males body.

The Grandmaster is a fury of sharp, dagger like teeth and he plans to use them. He would kill this man too if he has the opportunity and it seems one has presented itself too. So finally he shoots his wide open mouth to snatch up the back of this man’s scruff. He truly looks like the devil himself as his curly tail wags on his hips with malicious anticipation. His coingold orbs wide with the thrill of the hunt and his boxy muzzle is snarled up, with cream brows drawn tightly down. Kynareth is the devil, he is a monster and he doesn’t give a fuck. It’s a dog eat dog world out here and this one decided to be eaten the moment he showed his face. 

His muscles ripple as he stumbles when he narrowly misses his mark. He will definitely would have done some serious damage if he was able to catch him. Hell he would’ve decapitated him just like he did Nemisis. Either way, this man just barely escaped a major injury from the brindled brute.

“So… dramatic.”

They were either staring with round eyes, gathering around the body with parts betwixt their teeth or tears at their eyes, racing after a stranger through the bushes until their paws hitting the ground could barely be heard. With a hacking laugh and pieces of broken tail laying at his feet, horrible, cruel eyes slowly turned away from Nyra swinging the girls heart about to where the medic, Dove, had gathered by Leigh; who in turn was being snarled at by Sasha. 

“Aren’t females so…. so?” Oh how the dark shadow loomed about them, as big as Kynareth himself, black as the night and wet at the mouth. Without warning his large maw came down against Aya’s stomach, where his fangs tore large, gaping holes in her pelt as if they were but paper…
 
“Oh, but some of you were so brave, so fierce… so the Saints of the Dying light isn't a bunch of dog-shit smeared in the dirt after all!”

All at once the pink rolls of red rolling flesh of the broken wolfs intestines burst with a single bite of her now concave middle, and with the elegant tossing of his massive head the organs landed upon Leigh’s head. Looped her ears, gummed her fur with thick blackening blood, hung there like a crown of flesh… and he began to howl with laughter at the blood splatter up the side of Dove’s lovely white fur, the motion having flecked her so delicately so! In fact it was so funny the male literally keeled over with guttural chuckles coming like spasms, legs flailing wildly in the air!

“Kaf-fa-fa-fa, hoo-ee, ha, I’m going to join this pack, ladies.” A tongue swipe about his drooling, infected maw, the laughing having set off a surge of spittle. “I’m a divine test sent from some bastard in the sky, and I write my way in blood.”

A roll, the male splooted, looking ever so casual…

“Cry ya' little tears… but if you don’t get strong, like these ones,” A head tilt to Nyra and Sasha, completed by a wicked smirk, “I’m gonna' make sure you have a little ‘accident’... and one by one, this pack will be made pure.”

Coming back to reality after such a vicious high is never pleasant. At least, not for Nyra. 
She trembled slightly as she tossed Aya's heart into the river, forcing herself not to gag, not to puke, while she was here. 

She felt frozen in time as she watched the deathly-ill creature disembowel the dead girl and decorate poor Leigh in the carnage. 

Everything was moving in slow motion and hyperspeed all at once. 

The Shieldmaiden steeled herself into calmness as she approached Leigh, blocking Sasha from her with a glare made of hellfire before she whined softly to the dragon-wolf and nosed the intestines and other guts from Leigh's fur. Silently, she stayed at Leigh's side - she had been too bloodthirsty to see her friend's hurt before, but she saw it now - and she would be damned if she did nothing while Leigh was left feeling so much agony, even though Nyra was partially at fault for it and knew as such.

Nyra also knew she had done nothing good, and there was nothing she could do to redeem herself from this. But, she would protect and defend everyone she cared for, with everything she had.

Even at the expense of someone else.

roll is here! https://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=44721&pid=468378#pid468378

Going to continue Sunny’s get away! I rolled a 1 for damage, so I assume it’s safe to say he escaped. Sunny takes bite damage from Derg and Kynareth, but no damage from Evelynn per Kynareth’s roll of her attack. Let me know if I did everything right! Or wrong. Lol.

Sunhawk, you idiot. What did you get yourself into?

He had no time to think or even breathe before he was hunted down. Evelynn streaked by in a zip of silver - but Sunhawk zigged while she zagged, and he managed to dodge her - a feat that surprised even Sunny if we’re being honest. 

His luck came to a hard stop when Derg closed the gap. Sunhawk didn’t need eyes on the back of his head (he’d keep them up front, thanks) to feel the teeth that pulled down his hips mid stride. 

That hurt like a MOTHER. Shit just got real, fam. 

Turns out, Stripey Boi wasn’t as slow as his thicc limbs suggested. In the blink of an eye the Mini-Mastodon had practically ate up ground (probably as efficiently as he was gonna gobble up poor Sunny). Sunhawk felt his gangrene breath hot on his booty, and tucked his butt just in time to barely miss losing his tail. HEY! I USE THAT THING TO IMPRESS THE LADIES!

If he was going to escape, he’d have to keep running, not fight back. Sunhawk continued as fast as his legs were able. His eyes desperately scanned his surroundings while seemingly the whole ass pack was riding his tail. 

Sunhawk’s legs gathered under him. Ahead was one of the many ridges that visually interrupted the scene -he sprinted with one last burst of pure, desperate speed. 

Up and over the ridge he went, still mostly intact. His lungs and legs were on fire and he felt liquid matting his hind legs from Mini-Me and Evil Bastard  - but none of it mattered if he made it out of here alive. 

And he was going to make it out alive. No way was he going to be Pot De Cremê for a band of psychopaths. He would run until his splindly little legs cracked. 

Smell ya later, FREAKS!

The screams drowned out behind her with each step forward. In the moment, it was just she and the lovely male that made the terrible mistake of walking into the wrong party. He hadn't received an invite, and surely now he wished he never even left home. Time seemed to slow as the distance between the two streaking forms continued to close. She only had to reach a little bit further, just another pace—

She lunged, her jaws snapping out in hopes of grabbing the other's haunch, but instead of flesh, the sickening clack of fangs on-air echoed around her. A moment of surprise took her, sure that she should be holding her prize, though the other only continued to tear away out of the strath. In her moment's hesitation, Kynareth plowed past, his own fangs just barely grazing the intruder but missed enough for him to slip out of the grandmaster's reach as well.

Evelynn was pissed, but at least it was no longer just her skill on the line. This man was slippery. The diva continued her chase only until Sunhawk slipped into the treeline of the forest beyond the strath. He was too far now. Far enough to be out of their claim, and fast enough that chasing him would only be a waste of her time. As she finally slowed to a trot, a growl crept up her throat.

Leigh could feel it. She could smell it. The pressure of the girl's organs landing upon the she-wolf's head was nauseating.

The woman sat crouched down against the dirt floor. Legs tucked beneath her stomach, a blank stare overtaking her features as she remained motionless despite the blood clotting in her fur and trickling down her face.

She couldn't see her surroundings clearly, and yet she knew Nyra was there. It was like a dream. You never really see anyone's face but you can somehow feel and identify their presence. Despite having run out of tears by now, her vision was still blurred by the pure terror. But even so, she just knew that the familiar white wolf was nearby, and she was thankful for that.

Leigh wasn't sure if she'd ever quite forgive Nyra, though. Being consumed by the atmosphere, joining in on the fun no matter how terrible is a dangerous thing. And the she-wolf didn't know if that was someone she'd want to stick around. She meant no offence to her friend but, to her, that was real weakness.

And then something changed. The woman had grown tired of filtering her thoughts and words, especially after everything that had occured this day. And these wolves, her pack, didn't deserve such kindness. They deserved to be burned alive by the flames of a raging dragon.

Leigh had never been called a warrior. A fighter. Skilled or even good at what she does. She was called the dragon. Not for her ability to fight. No, she was severely lacking in that area if anything.

Leigh was called the dragon for the uncontrollable ruthlessness buried deep inside like lava boiling in her stomach.

Although shaking and stumbling, she slowly rose to her paws, her eyes pinned to the diseased wolf. Despite an unsteady voice, she spoke confidently and clearly.

"I don't know what sickness has consumed your body. But whatever it is, I don't give a fuck if it kills me."

The she-wolf wasn't concerned if Dorus didn't care for her words. If he didn't listen. She wasn't worried if they didn't even scare him just a little.

She was just tired of being seen as weak.

"There will be a day where you die. I may not have the pleasure of killing you myself but I will be there."

Leigh spoke softly, calmly.

"I will rip the fur from your body, tear skin from muscle until you are drowning in nothing but your own blood. I will pluck rib upon rib from your chest until your heart is exposed and then I'll oh so kindly dispose of it like Nyra here. I'll tear your eyes from your skull, break your bones and spit on your corpse. Everything you've ever fought or stood for will mean nothing, because you will be nothing when I'm finished. There will be no memory of you."

Even if I'm lying and I never get a chance, something terrible will happen to you eventually. And perhaps that's what you want. Perhaps this means absolutely nothing to you.

But if I do get the opportunity, it sure as hell is going to make me feel fucking great.

She simply walked away from the group. Although Leigh remained close by, she removed herself from the bloody ground littered with shredded flesh.

Taking a seat, only a few meters away from Aya's body, she sat quietly and still like a statue.

Now all she was waiting for was Kynareth to return.

They intruder sped away.
Better than having to guard a captive, he supposed.
But then he remembered what they were guarding.
An execution of the innocent.

Derg didn't want to look, but oh god it was everywhere.
Blood, guts, body parts.
His stomach coiled as the stench hit him. Fucking awful.
And it seemed Leigh was the second biggest victim here.

"Leigh..." he started softly. Her face was covered in blood, and a bit of entrails still clung around her ear. He knew she hadn't joined in, but he also did;t see how the pile of guts ended up in the place she had been standing.
Kynareth...Derg looked back for him, to see if he'd noticed too. Sasha and her shit could wait.

blood and flesh sailed over her head...right onto Leigh's pretty little one before her.
oh shit, "direct hit!" she yelled with glee, turning to look at the responsible stranger.
what perfect timing too! oh she would be spewing because of this.
but it seemed not. not yet at least.

well shit.
she didn't know the lass had it in her, but there we go.
the words were for Dorus. well, what had Sasha actually done to her, let's be honest. she was the one who was bitten.
so whatever.

but, it seemed the intruder had got away as the assault team come back.
Leigh had moved off and away, the Overseer checking on her first. ugh. simp.
Sasha smiled at her husband, tail waving with joy as she moved over to him.
"wasn't that fun," she purred with obvious joy in her eyes.

Oh my god. What an absolute SHIT FEST. A chaotic, horrifying, bloody shit show. He loves it. The death, the smell, the blood covering his face, creamy chest, and paws. Oh god. He’s almost turned on by it, but he’s not quite at that stage in his life yet. Yet anyway. 

What he is pissed about is the fact that this dumb little intruder was able to get away. Oh lord, was Donovan going to throttle him if he got a hold of him and he was going to love it. He’d kill him to and then they could all go decorate the canyon with their organs and maybe do some cute finger painting drawings or some shit. Maybe some heart shaped paw prints or whatever these sissies wanted to draw to make them feel better about themselves. Oh, well. 

So he only watches the stranger wolf run off for a few more seconds and he quickly notices the absence of Derg’s presence beside him. He trotting back to the horrid scene to find him couched next to a very traumatized looking Leigh. He doesn’t know what transpired but when he hears the usually sweet female go off at Dorus he freezes. His face comical as he listens to the insults that roll easily and smoothly off her lips. 

“Wow.” He hums hardly loud enough for anyone to hear and he moderately concerned for her. Actually he’s very concerned but his blood lust is too high at the moment to care too much. 

So he saunters over to the chaos and smirks to them all. “Okay, now who wants to decorate the borders?” He asks them then. A maliciously teasing smirk settled in his bloodied face.

Of all the things Nyra had done in the past, spilling information to stay alive...nearly killing a four month old pup...this, and the events to come...
 
Nyra wasn't really a wolf of self reflection. Not anymore, at the least...if she was one at all. 
The Shieldmaiden watched and listened as Leigh let loose her dragonfire. The ferocity in her friend gave Nyra goosebumps. 

Then as Derg returned, followed by Kynareth...
The Grandmaster asked who wanted to paint the borders with Aya's blood and corpse. 

At that, Nyra wanted to speak up, wanted to object to this execution and everything about it, but...her voice didn't come. 

Sadly, she knew why.

Throwing her own wrath around, especially at Donovan, after she helped kill this girl...
Nyra would be a hypocrite to protest to anything at this point. 




She was just as bad as Kynareth.

whoops forgot it's my turn now that sunhawk is gone Eve will be leaving here unless stopped!

The stranger had fled the scene just about scott free. It still pissed her off that she had missed, but oh well, at least she didn't have to deal with him messing up her fur or worse, leaving some ugly wound somewhere along her body. As if he had the right to touch her in the first place.

She swayed trailing Kynareth back to the original scene, a mess of blood and guts now as those who remained had torn deeper into the poor dead girl. Evelynn wasn't entirely sure what had taken place in her absence but now the girl who had cried out was covered in entrails and blood while the disgusting rat of a man seemed to laugh off his rocker. Ugh.

The diva couldn't help but roll her eyes at the disgusting barbaric display. The whole thing screamed of desire for prying eyes, but whatever these men wanted to get off to did not concern her. As if to add a cherry on top, the Grandmaster came back with a stupid smirk on his face as he seemed almost giddy to "decorate" like a kid awaiting Christmas.

Threat or no threat, she did not fear Kynareth's declaration of death. She'd roll the dice and risk it all because there was no way in hell she was getting covered in a dead girl's blood just to string body parts around a forest.

With a huff, Evelynn turned not caring if she was noticed leaving the scene or not.

In the corner of her eye the woman steadily watched as the Overseer neared. Leigh wanted to spontaneously combust like a watermelon being crushed with rubber bands. She wanted to yell and scream, to finally rid of the "sweet quiet girl" facade and show the Saints what type of wolf she truly was. The she-wolf wasn't the type to fake toughness for attention. She was just as violent and chaotic as the others, and on top of that she was especially known for her bitterness and thirst for vengence. But that behavior had brought her nothing but pain, and for now, Leigh was already so beaten down that it wasn't even worth insulting Derg.

I swear, Derg, you're pathetic! As pathetic as a tumbleweed blowing in the wind, no mind of it's own and at the will of whatever will push it along. You're soooo thirsty for Kynareth's ass that you wouldn't dare to even think of defying him.

And then the tiger-wolf returned from his little jog, and the woman didn't even care what had happened to the wolf he had been chasing after. Even if the stranger wolf was innocent, that idiot was a, well, idiot for hearing the sound of screams and flesh tearing and still deciding to check it out. Cause, what could possibly happen? Oh, death you say? Eh, I'll still follow the sounds of murder.

But returning her attention to her, unfortunately, alpha, Leigh felt nothing but disgust towards the wolf.

Fucking Kynareth.

Decorate the borders? Oh sure old man, just let me grab my paint brushes and princess coloring book and I'll be on my way. Maybe make a "Welcome to the Saints" poster with the subtitle of "the most magical place on earth, ready to fulfill all your murderous dreams!"

Leigh didn't often get jokes but sarcasm was her god damn talent. If only she had the energy to form these thoughts into words and spit them at Kynareth's face. But for now she'd just silently mock him.

Oh, my heart! Poor little half-breed me, I lost my entire pack and now my ex is back to remind me of the tragedy. Oh get over yourself! Either you were born evil or made evil, Kynareth. If you were born a monster then, fuck you and fuck your parent's and their fucked up crazy genes. If you were made a monster, oh boo hoo, grow up you spineless excuse for a wolf.

For now, Leigh could only conjure a single thing to say to the tiger.

"I'll go start digging the grave for Donovan. Congratulations, you killed Donovan Azura. Hope your statisfied, Kynareth Deagon."

Kynareth...didn't seem to care.
A resounding wow.
Derg gave the brindle man an incredulous look.
He could almost feel Leigh radiation with fury and disgust. She hated them all.

He tilted his head back to Leigh.
Decorate the borders.
Why don't you console your woman dude? Had Sasha got so in his head already?
Probably, she looked even more thrilled than the man himself. Did she convince him to do this?
He rumbled softly, not wanting to look at any of them.
He failed to be the voice of reason. He saw the chance to void himself of responsibility and took it. So did Eve.

"Fuck," he murmured quietly.
He shook his head, looking up to Leigh apologetically. It meant nothing. His look turned to a frown, and he moved away from her.
From them all.
He wandered in the direction Sunhawk had disappeared to, feigning to go ensure he was gone.
He might just be sick instead, guilt racking his stomach in nauseating waves.

oh what a glorious day. the Saint's thrived, and the Abbey was reborn!
glorious, glorious.
som left now. did they not wish to partake further? apparently not...
she was surprised to see that Overseer go.
she should be the Overseer.

"i do!" she called. Oh, she could string guts in the trees. she could stick the legs in the ground like something crawling from the dead.
Sasha laughed. perfect.
but wait.
"who the fuck is Donovan?"
her head tilted to the whining brat, then to Kynareth.
Donovan Azura sounded like someone who could be from the Abbey. but she didn't know who.
it wasn't the girl, she was called Aya.

permission from Malia to post before Kynareth ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

"Donovan was the name our Grandmaster was going by for a time." Nyra said flatly to Sasha, glancing at Leigh with a newfound respect, before the Blade, soon to be Paladin though at this point she didn't know that, looked at Kynareth for a good, long few moments, before she finally began to pad to the river to wash off the blood all over her front. Unless stopped, of course.

Kyn is not blind to the rage shooting like lightening around him. Specifically from Leigh. Though he tries not to cop an attitude with her, the words only sting a bit. His adrenaline is still high which means his guilt meter is little to none at the moment. He only can brush past Leigh after a moment of feigned weakness. He tries not to let her words bother him as he moves to Sasha, forcing a smile to come to his maw. 

“Don’t worry, dear.” He hums down to Sasha. “Let’s go decorate shall we?” He asks the husky mix. 

Instantly he’s watching everyone leave as he and Sasha move to the body to proceed to mount it outside of their borders for all of their beautiful visitors to see when they come say hi.

What does he care? Donovan is dead now. And Kynareth’s back baby.