-Hell's Gates-

The black bru walked with the white vix back into the lands of Jabbar. "Testy pack aren't they. Oh, it doesn't matter. I'll have words with Akira eventually. Damean's...mistakes need to change. Bloodeye, what do you think about all this? Are you willing for the change of alliances. Or were you rooting for the world to become some healthy haunty loving family joined together by one wolf?" Evander turned, stopping to look at her, waiting for her answer. The elder came up and he felt the heat over him. "You stink...like birth. Oh, we much have a new family member. But Rawbones... He was Damean's little buddy. This isn't going to work now is it?" Evander's eyes looked at Bloodeye and he felt a smile grow on his face... "If it gets violent, you'll earn your place, lets just say, if you want to"

The black brute turned his body and headed over towards the scent. He couldn't hear the words but he changed his body and sent a look at Bloodeye to slip in the shadows but stay close. He whimpered and crouched down somewhat near but far away enough to not be a danger to her. "Jaded...Rawbones...what's going on. Jafren just found me, he's worried. Is there anything I can do" His voice was so soft compared to what it had been moments ago when he spoke to Bloodeye. Oh he was good at this game...

The lithe white form shambled back onto his scene. For the past few months he had been traveling the borders, ensuring safety for his home in lieu of the recent treaties. They could not afford to let Muerta come in and ruin something like this so quickly. Sure he had stopped in when he needed to, when he was needed, when food was scarce on his side of the territory, but otherwise remained a temporary outsider, though he knew he was far from one. It amazed him that Damean had liked him so much, taken him in despite his demeanor. It seemed a lot of things about Damean surprised him. An atypical man for a dark king. He was a dark king with sense, not just one stricken with a lust for power and blood-fed rage. He grew wiser with age, and Crow had been lucky enough to see him go from just a king to an absolute ruler. Firm and resolute, benevolent to his own, loving even, but fierce and vicious to those deemed unfit. It was a beautiful thing, really. And whatever these other packs tried to tout about their own leaders, it was certain that Damean was the best of them. And they all knew it.

Crow had heard the howl, heard it cut off half way, panicked, and had gone running at his top speed, cutting through the middle of the terra to reach his king. But once again, as he had been only once in his past, he was too late. As he reached the area where the rest of the pack remained, the scent of chilling blood stung his nose. This was no prey's blood. His heart skipped, causing a shock to hit his chest and fly up in a loud beat to his ears. He pinned them back to his skull, brows drooping to give his clown's mask a look of despair. He held back from the crowd, craning his neck to see the mangled form of his king. He lowered his head in respect, in grief. As they cleared, to go off to Midnight, he had heard, he took his chance, moved forward to observe Damean's body. His eyes scanned it, watched for that brief moment of denial where he might have moved, and sighed because he knew it would never happen. He began to realize, quickly and painfully, that he had truly lost what he cared about now. The last time he had been too late, he lost her, lost his family, lost his home. And now, in the wake of Damean's death he saw that he had lost the one man he actually looked up to. No one else had ever been able to hold that kind of sway over him. And now it seemed no one else would ever again.

His nares caught the stench of Legend suddenly, and although his instincts willed him to lunge at the bru then and there for showing his face here, he held back. This wasn't the time or the place, and there didn't need to be any more blood spilled today. He smprted and turned his face away from the young dissenter, attention focusing on an older scent. This was similar to Damean, and yet wasn't Damean at all. He moved around the corpse to confront Evander, though the name was not yet familiar to his ears. He came at ease, far from dominant, and nowhere near submissive to the stranger. "Family, I suppose?" He questioned stiffly before introducing himself. "Crow. Guardian, spy, and jack of all trades to the king," He still referred to Damean as such, smirking mentally though his distorted features showed nothing of the sort. His trusted ebony bird landed by his side, once again to emphasize his namesake as it always seemed to do. It was eyeing the corpse a ways off, though it knew better than to pick at it. "What happened here?" He continued rather bluntly. He wanted answers and he wanted them now. "It's not everyday a king is murdered on his own lands."

Evander watched the wolves go. Noticed his brothers look and let his head fall only a fraction... Then there was a voice and he turned eyeing the wolf with no questions to his strange appearence. Crow. One of damean's other most loyals... Shite. He hung his. Head and shook it softly. "I'm sorry to say that the king has been murdered. If you have the time a story to tell..."

Evander stepped away from everything and sat down... " if you remember damean's going for a while he came home. Called upon us and a bunch came only a few didn't. There is an Elder and another in midnight. Landen is one of the brethren too he follows exodus. We came and then he came. He's a midnight and there was another one too. They cheap shot damean and this is the result he went on a walk and never came back till exodus brought the body with landen to lay with jaded and the pup in the den... only one. A sir and he's named after damean himself. They've taken him to midnight to ask cinder for permission to feed the whelp thanks to legends deeds in the past. You wanted to know..." evander sat there only a moment longer... "but now this is your part in all this. I'm Evander. Alpha of these lands. And yes I plotted againt my own brother." a smile crept along his Mae and he felt a body come beside him then another as they came from the shadows...

Deadly the killer of damean himself held a naughty insane look. He came out from the shadows eyes the color of damean's spilt blood. Then came legend and depression he too held a smirk. "Petra and blade should skidaddle too... Mind delivering this news tithe others? Meet them in midnight as them if they want to come home to such news..." he smirked waiting for this brus reaction knowing full well harmi was close by and zai his new right hand man... Oh finally no more lying...

Crow had listened to Evander with as much respect as he could muster. The story, who was who and how it happened, though it all seemed like a blur. His head fell at the news of Jaded being gone as well, their single pup. Damean would have been so proud to see his son. And that son would have grown up to be a true image of his parents. He had been excited himself to see the child. Now he was separated by a border. Not much to fear, considering they were allies and all, and he would ponder the matter later, but... The large bru's words caught his ears. Alpha... Plotted... No... This whole time he had been sitting in the presence of a murderer. The one who had taken the last of what he could have maybe called family... He was inches away, and the white hessian had fallen into his trap like a fool. "You," he inhaled his snarl, creating the illusion of a thousand fierce demons crying from his throat, before letting it out twice as loud as he responded, "Will never be my king."

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. They had him surrounded. He spun in a circle. Deadly, one whom he hadn't met yet... Those eyes caught his before he snapped his gaze at the two he really cared about. "The thieving bitch and the brat prince have returned. How lovely," he snapped, masking his fear. "Your faces don't look much better since last I saw you. Didn't get enough of me running you out? Or have you just become accustomed to the pleasures of Evander ramming you from behind?" He licked his lips and spat at their feet. "Your intimidation wont work. Numbers don't scare me." He braced himself for any possible onslaught. The bird stood firmly at his side and cawed louder and louder, as though it actually thought it could make them leave. He would have loved to try and take them on his own, but now would have been a good time for someone to show up.