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Mercy had been trailing after her bigger brother Odin and had been staring at his back feet as they walked and walked into him suddenly. Odin stopped and glanced around his ear flicking. His milky eye trained on his sisters and he frowned. "Where is Dae?" Mercy was surprised at...well...any inflection in her brothers voice and was momentarily was stunned before she answered. "I-I don't know I wasn't paying attention." She glanced at Damkira who, as always had a sneer on her face and Mercy followed her line of vision to the sight of their sister lying down with something stuck in her. What were those things?! And next thing she knew Damkira and Killian were fighting and her fur was standing on end unsure of what to do. Then Damkira was in a heap there was something wrong with her jaw.

"Killian!" Her ears pinned to her skull she ducked down low. "Killian...what..what did you do..no Mother is going to be angry again..." She was panicked and she backed off into the woods a little bit but just to stay in the shadows. She looked at the broken doll of Damkira and she was frightened. Was she dead? What did Killian do? Then there was a HUGE brute advancing upon her. Mercy had never seen him before and he looked MEAN. A shrill yip broke from her maw but she was quickly silenced by a sharp bark by Odin. "Quiet Mercy, he will stop." And just like that she believed her brother. It was not just because it was her brother speaking but it was how he said it. Everything Odin said was true especially when he spoke about another's actions. And he did stop just as he said.

Odin grunted and stepped away pausing to sniff Dae's wounds. They were superficial. And then he moved on, always alone.


Ears perked up as a sharp bark alerted her to something urgent. It was Sawyer...she had not heard from the bru in sometime..Still duty called and she knew the brute well enough to know he would not call idly. Stepping towards his call she traveled along the well worn paths in her forest. She could navigate these trees with her eyes closed. The cool mist of the mountains reached down and caressed her in a comforting way. Soon one of her children would claim these lands. She had not accomplished everything she had set out to do but she was not dead yet. Seeing the large form of Sawyer her tassle flicked in favor. "Why do you beckon?"

Mercy looked at Killan, she was nervous she didn't want to leave Damkira out there. She was tired of people telling her what to do. She didn't want to stay with Odin. So she huffed out her chest and putting on her bravest face she marched straight out into the clearing where her sister lay writhing in pain. She approached her sister cautiously glancing around for the big brute who had come towards her. He seemed to be gone...and why hadn't those dogs helped their sister? There was another wolf..the one Dae had been staring at before but he wasn't apart of the pack, even he had yelled something at the brute. "Damkira..." She said softly. Again she looked around and the back to her sister. "It's going to be okay...mother will fix it..." And without any fear of whether Damkira wanted her to or not she lay next to her and gently licked the top of her head. Mercy had seen the tears in her eyes and that was almost worse than her snappy attitude. Afterall they were siblings still.

Dyrim had lingered at the edge of Muerta for some time. Juilen had left Hamara in such a rush and she for some inexplicable reason had followed him. Hamara was in such disorganization Dyrim felt awkward and left out. She was no longer needed there. Her mistress had that dark brute Sephiroth...So she stood at the edge of Muerta, the earth smelled different here. It had seen sorrows she could not even imagine. Finally making up her mind she stepped gingerly over the border her body alert. What was she doing? She couldn't pull off a dark wolf is she tried. She probably couldn't even lie to save her own life...her legs trembled. She should turn back...but surely if she found Julien it would be okay? He would know how to handle the situation he obviously seemed good with words...Oh Fenrir.

She had slunk and sneaked her way around the trees proving to be a better woodswolf than she had thought. But this was a game for her life. She heard barks and snarls in the distance and froze. She must control her fear she didn't want to attract every wolf within a mile radius. She had caught his scent and had carefully circled round. There was obviously something going on here..Then she spotted him talking with a ...was that a dog? How unusual. She had only seen a few dogs in her lifetime. Glancing around all the other wolves seemed preoccupied. Pausing she stopped and sniffed the air. It was charged....there was something in the weather..she had smelt it earlier but it was not here but farther off. Something was going to happen... instinctively she knew.. but she shook it off.

Staying close to the cover of bushes it took all her courage just to stay so close to other dark hearts. "Psst...." she whispered quietly...When it appeared he hadn't heard she tried again a little louder. "Psst...Julien!.." For some reason she knew the dogs would not be a problem to her.

His body shook with anger as he moved himself from the shadows. His form holding his assassin rank. He glanced at Sawyer who was with Akira and the hurt whelp... JR had seen it all. He had seen the look in the eyes of the male that came with the weak fea. He knew the lust for blood when he saw it and that look givin to a royal of Muerta was death especially to a Traveler. His form raging mad. He approached snarling and snapping he cared not for Akira's bite at this moment his goal was to have him out of his home. He looked at Bhaal and his white brother "Leave now" His tone was cold as blood dripped from his fangs it was his own from where his canines had pierced his kissers from the pressure he applied to them earlier. His hair stood on end and he began to shake more with rage. His white blue pools flashing to there neon red. "All three of you now before you feel the wrath of Muerta.No one lays eyes on a royal in blood lust and lives you are lucky you are leaving with your skin." He snapped at the males causing such a noise that he wanted the others to see to watch what happens if you lay eyes on a royal as this brute did.


Glory was close behind. He didn't see much because he was to focused on the Queens whelps fighting. He knew the male did something wrong because Jr. wouldn't act this way if he didn't. He let his fur stand on end. His form equally massive to Jrs. they where midnights and where built for this blood war. Against two Midnight Warriors the male had little chance to live. "It would be the smart thing to just go male... He gives only one warning then strikes. You have offended royal blood and here that is wishing for death. Leave and don't come back or we will have your hide hanging on the trees lining this land." His tone was cold but more calm and collective. He was more tolerant then Jr and showed it.

Killian turned listening to the words of two brutes who were talking to the male who walked upon Damkira.
"Hey!" he walked over puffing himself up and standing infront of the stranger facing Jr.
"Who says you can tell a wolf to leave? Maybe he was coming to kill her? You don't know her
so what says she didn't have it coming, if she's able to get her ass kicked by her sickly brother
what makes you think she'd make a good asset to the pack?" He growled and looked around spotting
Dae and moving past her to his mother. So the story was out, he attacked his sister, big deal she
had it coming, she'd get it again if he had any choice. "Now that you know it was me who attacked
her, are you going to cast me out for tainting the royal blood? Or are you going to cast her out seeing
how you have soooooo much say so within these lands, she's been attacking and harassing us since we
were pups, the little stuck up bitch had it comin, so what's your choice now." Killian growled.
He didn't know what had come over him lately, the fact for the first time in a long time he hadn't
felt the need to throw up? The fact his white pelt was stained with the blood of his sister's own
betraying act. Whichever it was he liked it, and he stood here before a Midnight wolf, not knowing
anything of their temper or ways of behavior, for here he could tick the brute off enough to get
attacked and not just driven out.

What was he asking for. Death? Did he not want to be here and pushed for death only Damkira didn't
present it and instead he had unleashed a hidden talent and rage on her? Now his opposer was two times
bigger then he and he mocked him infront of all. Would he get death now? Or did he just want to get driven out?
Leave this place, the pressure of a pack, of being the queens son? Maybe that's what he wanted. He didn't
want to be the alpha male someday, he watched his mother and her hussle and bussle around and it was
a pointless task. Orbs danced as he came to realise what he was asking for when acting like he was.
Dae would need to stay here, they may have always looked out for eachother but she wasn't as... strong?
She didn't like to stray, he may have wanted to stray just now. Get casted out, by this brute who'd face
the wrath of his mother who was meters away, by then he'd be gone though, and forming a bond
maybe with these other wolves that were being driven away by pride. Pride, that's what this was about
he was sick of the games, the royalty pride. Why couldn't he attack anyone he wanted to, he was a wolf
born into a royal family, but take away his line and he was just a wolf, and had been sick of the taunting
games... he didn't care anymore and now he wanted to rip into this wolf before him. Jr.

Jr looked at the whelp. His maw parted to show him his fangs. He let a low menacing growl leave him before he spoke Eyes flashing to Akira then to her offspring "I am no whelp child... You better watch who you speak to in that tone. You think because you are your mothers child that you can speak to others as if you rule." He moved to him more his growl growing more " I could snap your head clean off before you could even blink. " He sniffed the whelp taking in the scent of the blood from his sister. His rage boiling inside "You hurt your kin... Did you warn her before the attack or did you take her by surprise like a coward?" His growl turning into a prum now. "I think you never even showed any signs for attacking... And that whelp is a coward not a true warrior. Your mother must be so proud." He smirked letting a small chuckle leave him "Move along now before you hurt yourself" He mocked the young male. He had turned the humiliation around and now the whelp looked like a fool. He let his neon red pools look to him once more "And I am a protector of this land. I see a problem I fix it. I keep whelps like you from getting torn in half from brutes like him." His gaze now on Bhaal again. "Leave" Was all he said. Fangs still showing. He was beginning to twitch from the rage and want of tearing this male apart.

Glory laughed as Jr put the whelp back in his place without even spilling blood. Glory knew that Jr was in the right and he would back him up.

OOC:Ya sure Kips

Jr laughed as he was called a old man. He was just turning two this spring. He was still young but not dumb. He watched the male leaving letting his attention back to the others. His teeth retuning to there threatening form. "So will I have to skin you or will you leave on your own" He demanded a answer now and wanted them gone.

He watched Julien come back, talking about leaving the lands for a while, even extending an invitation. "I'm sure something will happen here to draw some fun again, but... outside might be more fun at the moment, and they probably wouldn't notice we were gone." Looking at his cousin, he asked, "What do you say, Pin? I think we need to catch up on what's going on outside the pack."

Penilla looked at Julien as he spoke, then to Stark. In all honestly, she didn't enjoy being here from the beginning. "Ok," she responded, looking happier at the idea of leaving, even if it may only be for a short while. The atmosphere here had been much different than in the lone lands, where the large expanse didn't favor an alignment.

Stark followed Julien the short distance back to his lady friend. He said to him first, "We ain't gonna generalize, and we haven't been here that long to be mad about much of the conflicts towards this pack." Glancing at Dyrim, he flashed a greeting grin, and said, "'ello, Dyrim. Don't worry 'bout me. I think my cousin needs a fellow lady friend, too." He turned to glance at Penilla to make sure she was nearby, and tilted his head.

Penilla looked at Dyrim, giving her a warm smile, hoping they could be friends. It was clear she'd come from the pack Julien had, and neither of them were dark wolves. Winter seemed to be the closest to being friendly to her. She introduced herself, "Hi, Dyrim. You can call me Pin for short if you want."

Mercy watched her sister ears pinned to her skull glancing between her mother and the edge of the forest where the rest of her siblings were. She was unsure what she was going to do, she wouldn't be able to take sides against her siblings.

Akira looked down and was pleased as Damkira stood and when she began to call for a healer she growled. "Be quiet." She snarled mildly. "You will not snivel you will follow me and I shall tend your injuries." These children needed to learn how to care for themselves and not depend on the pack healer. With that she began to walk towards the woods. The power struggle between her children had finally escalated and they would soon be snapping at everyone in their bid for her throne. That way only the strongest and most cunning would ascend.