((Part 1))

Dragonlover: Verbosk passes through the gates of the Lupinossai Den easily. His search at Mount Yasuo was futile--should have been no surprise--so, he risked shaming himself in front of his Bromissk and asking for his aid.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu was seated by the fire place in his house, a massive, old tome cracked open. He was tracing something with his furred fingers, and a small set of spectacles perched on his muzzle indicating a family history of failing eyesight.

Dragonlover: Verbosk makes a B-line to his Bromissk's house, the path now more memorized than the back of his hand. He knocks on the door after taking a deep breath.

Vuusoolta Wolf: "Come in." Vuu spoke not looking up from the tome. He knew who it was by the feel of energy and the mind.

Dragonlover: The draconian makes his way through the door. The forked tongue shoots out, and he heads toward the fireplace. "Bromissk."

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu raised a paw for Verbosk to be still for a moment, his eyes still on the tome.

Dragonlover: He nods, then silently takes the Position before his master, palms resting on his thighs, exposing the red circles.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Verbosk may note the tome the Alpha read wasn't Lupinossai. It was something written in archaic English.

Dragonlover: Verbosk quells his curiosity. There were far more important issues to deal with, not to mention it was rude to question about the Master's activities.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu dropped a black silk chord to mark his position and closed the tome, locking it. The title read ~Reports of the Failed Lupinossai Project~ He took the spectacles off of his muzzle, they shimmered slightly and laid the on the tome. His ice blue eyes looked to Verbosk now. "What's wrong?"

Dragonlover: "Did you find the lance, Master?" That was the most important thing on his mind. Best to get matters of security out of the way before pressing with personal issues.

Vuusoolta Wolf: "Yes, I did. Nasty thing."

Dragonlover: "It is safe, right? Nobody knows where it is, except you?"

Vuusoolta Wolf: "Quite safe." Nodded to a display case behind Verbosk showing a myriad of artifacts.

Dragonlover: "Good. Fiim... had quite the nervous reaction to it when I discovered her with it. It needs to be destroyed."

Vuusoolta Wolf: "I agree. It does need destroying, but I am not sure how. The magic that crafted it is before my time."

Dragonlover: He simply nods. Based on his posture, and cuckoo-clocking eyes, something else is on his mind.

Vuusoolta Wolf: "What is really on your mind?"

Dragonlover: He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "Um... there is... something else... master."

Vuusoolta Wolf: He pinched the bridge of his muzzle. "Speak. Don't dawdle."

Dragonlover: "Well... I was teaching my Hlask... Tysiath... and she experienced her first Rage... And she became feral. Very typical, Master. Very typical." His voice was trembling."And I thought I had her under control... but now she has attacked my friend after the Nexus snatched her... and took her to Twilight Island. I need your help... to put her mind back right..."

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu looked at Verbosk with a glance of disbelief. "Rage." he nearly spat. He'd seen what blood rage could do. His family line was full of it. He had to knock sense into Lene once because of it. "I see. Do you need me to heal then?"

Dragonlover: "Y-Y-Yes, Bromissk. Heal their minds..." He looks down. Verbosk is shamed, and he feels he has shamed Vuu with him.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu rose. "Let us hurry then. The longer their minds are harmed the harder to reverse the issue."

Dragonlover: Verbosk roses and followed behind Vuu, his head lowered. He felt ten inches tall right now.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu spoke two words and they would vanish. "Twilight Island." The air shimmered and Vuu stepped out of nowhere. He looked about quickly hoping to find the two Verbosk mentioned.

Shift: FEeling the claws bite deep, he has little choice but to turn over. Coughig and still trying to get away, scrambling to get out from underneath her.

Dragonlover: Verbosk looks around after the teleport, flicking his tongue out. He points toward the clearing he left his mate and Hlask and injured friend were. "They should be this way, Bromissk. Let me carry you."

Vuusoolta Wolf: He looked to Verbosk scathingly. "Just lead. You'll find me quite fast."

Dragonlover: He takes in a sharp breath, then begins to run toward the clearing.

Tysiath: They were no longer in the clearing since Shift made a run for it. She roars loudly at him and hisses then goes to dig her talons into his arms wanting to make sure he is pinned down. She let out agrowl trying to tell him he is hers and no others'.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu wasn't lying. He had the same speed of Fleet which was faster than Fiim.



Shift: Feet slide up and push on her chest, tryignto put some space for breathign room. A worthless attempt to get one of his guns as his arms were pinned.

Dragonlover: He then slides into the empty clearing. The sounds and smells of battle were near. He flicks out his tongue for a couple of seconds, then finds the trail of his crazed Hlask. "This way!" He runs straight toward Tysiath.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Seeing the two and how Shift was pinned down, Vuu grimaced. "Verbosk down." he spoke then his next word was power. "Repulse!" as he spoke, a condensed ball of air was shot at Tysiath hoping to slam into her and send her off of Shift if it connects.

Tysiath: Tysiath flies off of him when he pushes on her chest with his feet. She growls in aggravation

Dragonlover: Verbosk obeys his Bromissk and stops, allowing Vuu to take point.

Shift: Grabbing his Desert Eagle and aiming it straight at Ty. Shuffling along the ground and following her with the gun. This was perfect to add to his list of injuries today.

Tysiath: Tysiath apparently when was pushed off Shift, the condensed ball of air from Vuusoolta sent her into another direction as well making her collapse on the ground.

Dragonlover: Verbosk stands ready to assist his Master if asked.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Well he didn't anticipate Shift knocking her off. And now a gun was in play. "Stand down!" he barked, causing the ground of the island to tremble violently.

Tysiath: She was already on the ground and practically stunned. She could barely understand Vuusoolta anyways since her feral mind has her on a different level of comprehension.

Dragonlover: "Shift, lower your weapon. We're going to help."
Shift: Droping the gun and crawling away." alright!." Still crawling..

Dragonlover: "Bromissk? What do we do now?" Eyes dart between Vuu, the stunned Tysiath, and the injured Shift.

Vuusoolta Wolf: "Tend to Shift, Verbosk." Vuu instructed. His priority was getting the one who could still cause issues dealt with. He walked right for Tysiath, taking advantage of her stunning. He put a firm paw on her forehead and attempted to delve within it to understand the issue.

Dragonlover: Verbosk nodded, and the red-marked Hlask came up to Shift. "Shift. Shift! Are you hurt? What did she do?"

Tysiath: Tysiath tries to squirm away from Vuusoolta as she gets her bearings.


Shift: " She got pissed when Alexis marked me. Bit me and then used talons." Arms revealing dabbles of blood. Throat had a large bite mark, and the dragon jaw looking one on the back of his neck.

Dragonlover: He nods, then begins to take deer skins out of his back pocket--cleaned and sanitized, of course--and he dabs the wounds with the sheet. "I'm sorry, Shift. I didn't mean to have this blow up on you."

Vuusoolta Wolf: "Still." he spoke, invoking a strong force of calmness into her. She was right out of her mind. What the hell did Verbosk think he could control this?

Shift: " You shouldn't of pushed her to the limit." Wincing." Head trauma is better by the way, other physical injuries are staying though." His arm revealing black scales and talons." And I am trying to progress from this."

Tysiath: She feels a lot more calm all the sudden and just lies there on her stomach looking around.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Noting she had calmed, the deity stepped into her mind and spoke. "Tysiath. You are above a simple minded beast. You know this is true. Destruction and violence are not you. Follow my voice to peace. Follow my voice to understanding. Follow my voice to reunite with friends."

Tysiath: She just lies there but does not respond. She must be very deep into her feral state for having interacted so badly with others a lot so quickly.

Dragonlover: "You just rest, Shift." He pushes back gently on his friend. He knows this was a huge failure on his part.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu continued his calling, walking deeper into her mind, letting his aura of piece shine like a bright light.

Shift: " Sleep, sleep......." Drifting off and listening to the dragon person above him.

Tysiath: Her eyes half-close feeling much more calm now. The anger no longer there and it seems to fade. A deep inhale and exhale as she relaxes.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu nodded to himself feeling her ease more. He kept walking hoping to find the mental tysiath and lead her back.

Dragonlover: Seeing Shift sleep peacefully now, Verbosk walks over to his Bromissk and stands several paces behind him, not wanting to disturb the Deity.

Tysiath: Her tail and wings twitch a few times, but only a few times. She seems very still now and quiet, her eyes no longer have that look to kill or cause harm as they slowly close. She falls into a light sleep.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu sighed in relief finding the mental Tysiath and leaving a bright trail of paw prints for her to follow while she slept. Vuu stood and stumbled a little, shaking his head then looked over Shifts sleeping form. he moved for the shape shifter and knelt by him. "Grievous wounds, repair thyself. Leave not a scar. I restore your body to wholeness. May you rest well." he touched Shift and the wounds would close and heal rapidly as well as any left over head trauma.

Dragonlover: "Will... will she be alright, Bromissk?"

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu remained kneeling for a bit, feeling quite weak. Healing magic seemed to take more out of him than offensive magic. "I left a trail for her to follow. For now, she is at peace. All we can do is wait."

Dragonlover: "Wait... she will recover?"

Vuusoolta Wolf: "That is for Tysiath to decide. All I can do is keep her calm and show a path back to sensibility. She must take the steps to follow."

Dragonlover: He drops on his knees and holds his face. He barely holds back the urge to cry. The draconian does however say, "I have shamed you, Bromissk."

Tysiath: As she is in her light sleep her body twitches a few times.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu let out a deep pained sigh. "You have only shamed yourself. You took it upon yourself to train her. You lead her to this. It is only you who is shamed. I have had nothing to do with this until now." his voice was soft, but deep. "What did you learn from this?"

Dragonlover: "I don't know, Bromissk... Maybe I do... But I don't want to say it."

Vuusoolta Wolf: "Say it, Verbosk, for only when we give voice to our admittance do we finally realize what it is that we have done."

Dragonlover: "I have learned... that... I am not as... strong... as I think I am..."

Vuusoolta Wolf: "Indeed. A truth we all face." he tried to stand and gave up still weak. Trying to heal two people with such injuries was a stupid thing to have done. He looked over to Tysiath hoping he had helped not harmed her more.

Dragonlover: "I am weak... and I have failed my Hlask because of it..."

Tysiath: She winces while still in that light sleep. It seems she may be struggling in her mind or fighting something.

Dragonlover: Verbosk looks over. "Bromissk, can you please check on her?"

Vuusoolta Wolf: "She is not dead Verbosk." he looked over to Tysiath, and nodded. Still unable to rise, Vuussoolta did something no one has seen him do. He crawled over to Tysiath as a weak puppy may have done and placed a paw on her forehead seeking out what was wrong.

Dragonlover: "Master..." He places a hand on Vuu's shoulder, not sure if it will help or not.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu was still searching out what is going on with Tysiath. His paw held a tremor of what he was seeing and feeling. Tysiath was close to being lost. He spoke into her mind ~Tysiath, we all suffer pain. To run from them, to give to the feral beast within is to give up on yourself, your mate, and your young.~

Tysiath: Tysiath hears what he says in her mind and the fight still continues. Each limb of her body occasionally twitching on their own at separate times.

Vuusoolta Wolf: ~Resist the urge to flee sorrow. We are living beings. Sorrow forges us into something stronger than we were. Humiliation is as fleeting as a flame. It rages one moment and the next is gone. You are a mother, and a mate. That makes you a noble warrior in itself.~

Tysiath: A small whimper and she cries before she awakens shouting. Her eyes dart around and quickly starts to crawl backwards away from the two. It seems she is scared.

Dragonlover: Verbosk snatches his Bromissk away and protects the Lupe with his arms, in case Tysiath is violent again. "Tysiath?"

Vuusoolta Wolf: Surprised at being yanked away from Tysiath. Vuu is dazed, his mental faculties split between himself and Tysiath.

Tysiath: She backs into a tree and starts crying. Now curling up and even feels the pain from last night, being the bruises and fractured ribs.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu was still with her mentally. ~Yes. Cry. Do not lock this inside you. Let it out. Locking things up leads to more hurt. I learned this the hard way and didn't realize my hurt of having no father for a long time. He came to me to love me again and I did nothing but push him away and even thought of harming him. I let it out and it no longer haunts me."

Tysiath: The crying continues and buries her face in her hands. She is completely unaware yet that she had harmed Shift and attacked others, even mating with Verbosk. What she feels mostly is confusion and all that she does remember, the rest of it seems to be unknown to her.

Dragonlover: "Tysiath? Can you hear me?"

Tysiath: She slowly peeks through the wholes between her fingers and sees Verbosk holding Vuusoolta. Tysiath doesn't move though, but at the same time wonders what is going on and where she is.

Dragonlover: "I think you did it, Bromissk..." Verbosk whispers to his teacher. He slowly crawls toward his Hlask and asks, "Tysiath? Are you okay?"

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu kept his soft soothing voice talking in her mind. ~You are with friends. Loved ones. Those that wish to help. You were almost lost to us.~ He gave her the closest thing he could do to a mental hug.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu would simply lay on the sand, not hearing Verbosk, his mental link with Tysiath still going.

Tysiath: She hears Verbosk and sees him coming closer to her. She ends up speaking in her language similar to his in between her sobbing, but was roughly saying 'Feel much pain.'



Dragonlover: He takes a deep breath. She was comprehensible, and feeling something. He smiles a little bit, then nods. ~That's okay.~ He takes up a deer skin then begins to wraps his Hlask around her chest to keep the broken ribs in place. ~Oh, Tysiath, I'm so sorry.~

Dragonlover: ~I'm so sorry for causing this.~

Tysiath: She is still speaking in her language since she is in to much shock to even recall knowing Common. ~Much pain....~ her body is shaking. ~What happened? Barely remember much...~

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu's mind slipped away from Tysiaths mind and he stirred. Sitting up slowly he glanced to the two and simply muttered softly the same healing litany he used on Shift for Tysiath. It should start mending her ribs, but as to how fast or well, he didn't know feeling more energy drain from him for the healing.

Dragonlover: ~I know. I know. We talk later. You go home. Tend you eggs. Relax. We talk later.~

Tysiath: ~I don't want to move...~ she feels the physical pain slowly fading away from Vuusoolta's healings. ~What you do to me? Why pain...~

Dragonlover: ~Tysiath... I fail you. I force you do something you no want do. I no control you, and you almost lost.~

Tysiath: ~Lose? How?~ she slowly stops crying while more confusion takes over. Her Koramassk failed her? She only thought the student could fail.

Dragonlover: ~I explain what happen later. Bromissk need help. I must care for Bromissk. I carry all of you.~ Then he looks back at Vuu. "I carry you."

Tysiath: ~Fail?~ she is full of questions now

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu stifled a small cough and sighed once feeling Tysiath healing. He laid back and closed his eyes. So tired. He passed out.

Dragonlover: Verbosk then proceeds to lift Tysiath onto his back. After tying her hands together around his neck, Verbosk picks up Vuu and cradles him to his chest. ~I take you home, Tysiath. You rest. You sleep. That what you need.~

Tysiath: She weakly holds on top Verbosk. ~I confused...~

Dragonlover: ~I know. I explain everything later. Bromissk need help.~

Tysiath: ~I help friend Vuu?~

Dragonlover: And with that, he runs off, albeit slowly, and goes toward the portal leading back to the mainland. ~No. You rest.~

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu was very quiet and still, but breathing. He seemed very exhausted and was simply out.

Dragonlover: Verbosk stops at the gates. The guards are suspicious--why was their Alpha limp in this outsider's arms? They talk to him in Lupesh, but of course Verbosk didn't understand Lupesh. He looks down. "Master, wake up. I need you."

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu stirred and opened his eyes weakly. Noting the guards and that he was being held, the alpha seemed a bit disturbed. He answered them in a weak voice to let them through. Still hesitating the guards looked at the Alpha, then one left to get a higher up. The remaining guard seemed very nervous and looking about in the shadows.

Dragonlover: Verbosk rolls his eyes. Of course, let's talk about this.

Another Lupe came up wearing the red and grey of a Den Fang. He nodded to Verbosk. "Sorry about delay. We have incident. I must check Alphrans for injury."

Dragonlover: "Of course, of course. He was healing a couple of people on Twilight Island. He is tired." But, nevertheless, Verbosk extends his arms, allowing the officer to inspect him. Verbosk didn't bother to ask what the incident was.

The officer was inspecting for any large wounds. Seeing none, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked to the other guards. "No Lance Mark. Let through and double patrol now!" he barked getting the guards scurrying in quick order.

Dragonlover: "Thank you." Verbosk walks off, heading for Vuu's house, completely unaware of the obvious flurry of activity.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu's head seemed to loll about for a moment. "What's...going on?'

Dragonlover: "I don't know, Bromissk. I'm going to get you home and nurse you back to health." He is about halfway to the Alpha's home.

Vuusoolta Wolf: "I just need rest." he smiled weakly.

Dragonlover: And POW. They make the final approach.

Dragonlover: "I'm not leaving you, Master." He opens the door and strides inside.

As they enter, something loud explodes within the Den.

Iimiidiina: With shaking paws, he slowly got to his feet and turned on Mogriil. Tears had filled his eyes. "Baastrii! Killer! Murderer!"

Sean: Oh, the Vet was quite aware of the fires in the Den and quite aware that his son was in the hospital when it went up. He was starting to panic and helped where he could then he felt the tug of Iimii's mind link on him and headed in that direction. It was a plea of fear. The vet had his .45 in his hand, cocked and ready as he ran.

Iimiidiina: His voice echoed and shook the streets. The child was furious and terrified at the same time.

Mogrill grinned more. "Strong words for a young whelp." the lance glowed menacingly as he got closer. "Shall I start with your legs? Maybe an eyeball. How about that lovely voice of yours." the lances point wavered to each point he mentioned.

Iimiidiina: "Moora!" The child pushes at the advancing Mogriil.

Sean: Sean felt the streets rumble. He was close. He turned and saw Mogriil closing in on Iimii.

The push was said and done right but the armor just glowed and the lance erupted in light as Mogriil shoved Iimii back with the child?s own magical attack. "Oh now this is going to be fun."

Sean: "Iimii. Run!" Sean called out. He leveled his gun, ready to fire.

Iimiidiina: Iimii is pushed onto his back, but he sees Sean there, armed and dangerous! "Dad!"

Fen Stridar: Fen felt searing pain, and didn't know where he was, but he heard water and fire rage above him. Opening his eyes he saw he was buried in rubble that was still glowing with fire. He passed out.

Sean: Sean pulled the trigger, gun fire ringing through the air.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Mogriil just laughed as he spun the lance deflecting the bullet. "I've been shot before. Not letting that happen again." he pointed the lance at Sean. "You will die human." The tip began to glow.

Iimiidiina: No! Another parent is not going to be stolen from him! With a shout, the boy leaps on Mogriil's back and he begins to beat the bastard and bite his head!

Fiim Riiroon: Seeing other Riivii extinguishing the fires, she left the bridge looking for her master. She sniffed him out and found a boarded up house quickly. She saw a human with a gun and a small child on her back.

Mogriil growled in slight annoyance and reached up to grab the runt by the ruff of his neck.

Iimiidiina: And then the boy bites on Mogriil's hand.

"Your are annoying." Mogriil growled at Iimii getting bit. He would fling the biting child off of himself.

Iimiidiina: ~Now, Dad!~ The boy speaks as he is propelled off of Mogriil and sent careening into a wall, losing consciousness for a moment.

Sean: Sean waits for another shot not wanting to hit Iimii. Seeing him thrown free he pulls the trigger. Another gunshot rang out.

A slight grunt as the bullet impacts armor, but doesn't penetrate. He grinned viciously. "My lance and armor learn quickly. Now die!" he arced lightning at Sean.

Iimiidiina: The boy just regains consciousness.

Fiim Riiroon: Hearing a voice she was afraid of throughout life and seeing the human confronting that voice, Fiim dove forward and knocked Sean to the ground feeling the lightning crackle by. A wave of her paw and she sent a rain barrel near them to explode out at Mogriil.

Iimiidiina: The child gasps, thinking this was the end for Sean... but his savior! What luck! He struggles onto his feet and runs at Dad. "Diiaa! Coomaa! Niisk Alphrans!"

Sean: Sean grunted being pulled to the ground. He lost grip of the gun and it clattered sliding to Mogriils feet.

Mogriil stooped and lifted the gun, grinning. A new weapon to play with. He points at the child and pulls the trigger.

Iimiidiina: "Aaf!" The boy automatically raises his arm.

The aim was off as Mogriil was slapped by an explosion of water, the bullet ricocheting off the wall of Vuu's house.

Dragonlover: Verbosk kneeled over his Master as he heard bullets ricochet, now protecting the recovering Lupe fully with his body.

Dragonlover: Oh, if only he had a sling...

Iimiidiina: He blinks. nothing happened. Blinking, he looks at Dad, his moment of miracle passing. "Dad! Come on! Alpha!"

Vuusoolta Wolf: "We've found him! Fall in and close on him!" came the shout of a Den Fang. The Den Fang rounded the alley behind Mogriil and thought of the glory of capturing the Lupe. That thought died as he was impaled by the nasty lance. The Lupe shriveled as the lance, once dormant in sentience was now awake and hungered. Mogriil shook the husk of the Lupe off of the lance and laughed loudly. "Watch in fear. I will be back!" Mogriil vanished.

Sean: Sean stood looking for the gun and noted it was gone. "Damn it." he swore.

Iimiidiina: Well, so much for that plan... Iimiidiina blinks, taking in everything that just happened.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim rose and looked nervously about. Mogriil was gone.

Iimiidiina: Young Iimiidiina's eyes darted around also. What if he just teleported elsewhere?

Den Fangs covered the whole block now only to find the Lupe gone. Many curses were had as well as orders to search the Den more. The Den Fangs spread out again.

Dragonlover: Verbosk blinks, then finds a dagger underneath one of the pillows. Thank you, Bromissk! He clenches the dagger tightly in one hand, ready to launch at anything that could break into the barricaded room.

Sean: Sean turned and looked about. The Den was on fire in several areas but the fires were smoking now as more water hit them. Several buildings and one whole housing complex was gone.

Iimiidiina: The child cries and clenches his arms around Sean, trembling violently.

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu reached the circle and it seemed seeing the other Lupes pull together he stepped into rhythm helping where he could. Speeches would do nothing now. Help and presence would. Vuu helped carry several burned Lupes to a small tent and ladled water on them not knowing if the burned flesh and fur would ever leave his nose.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim helped where ever she could with tasks that were simple to understand.

Iimiidiina: "Fen!"

Sean: The radio just crackled with static. No response. Sean sighed. No help there. He turned and helped out the wounded.

Dragonlover: Verbosk finds the Circle, and is just appalled by the state of confusion and fear that had taken over here. He asks where the Alpha could be found.

A Den Fang shouted from a deep valley of ash and timbers. "I FOUND SOMEONE!"

Dragonlover: Once he is pointed in the right direction, Verbosk joins the weakened Alpha. "Bromissk."

Iimiidiina: Iimiidiina looks over, and he digs with the Fang. "Fen!"

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu looked up to Verbosk as he held the paw of young female Lupe whose body was mostly charred. The Lupe gurgled and cried in pain then went silent forever.

Dragonlover: "Master... the Fangs found nothing. The terrorist escaped. I'm going to keep twenty-four hour troops positioned at all entrances to the Circle. I would recommend you say a few words--these people are desperate. They need to hear strength and confidence in their leader."

As the Fang and Iimii dug, they cleared the rubble off of Fens body. The Lupe was burned in some areas and bleeding in others. The Fang felt for a pulse and was shocked. "He's alive. Hey! We need to move this Lupe right away!"

Iimiidiina: "Waat! Nii, nii!"

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu heard the child die and laid the charred paw on the unmoving chest. He ladled water on another burn victim to only see that one dead too. Vuu trembled checking the others. All dead. He stood among the charred corpses and wept.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim came to help the Fang and Iimii.

Iimiidiina: He places his hands on the Orphanmaster's body, then speaks. "Canisian iina Lupisian, caraas iit Fen, miituu pahmaat iina diiaa uuf nii deguu, tii stroom iit buumdah fiim iina piiwuu. Pahriis yiim soopree haam, iina... BUUMDAH!" The childs hands glowed, and the burned Orphanmaster that he had almost saved began to heal, new flesh and fur melding over the old.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim watched the child heal the burned Lupe with a gasp. Foxingales still survive? The burns appeared to be healing.



Iimiidiina: The child breathes heavily as the energies of his Deity blood faded when the task was done. Now he nods at the Fang. "Den Circle."

Dragonlover: "Bromissk, focus. You have to be strong." He takes the paws of his Master in his own.

The burns on Fen were healed, as well the other injuries but the Lupe remained in a coma. Iimiidiina would find at the core of Fen evilness older than time itself. A core of an evil deity 3,000 years old.

Dragonlover: "Hurry. Take him."

Iimiidiina: The child slowly stands, then stops to looks at the one who had saved him from Mogriil. He bows low to her and kisses her thigh, showing respect. "Mooya."

Vuusoolta Wolf: Vuu tried to summon courage, and managed to stop crying audibly. Tears still streamed down his furred face. He left the tent and approached the center of the Den Circle.

Fiim Riiroon: "Wiicoom" she said quietly.

Dragonlover: Verbosk followed his Master closely, always scanning the crowd for threats.

Fen was laid with the others injured, the best healer now one of the many injured. Sean walked the rows helping those he could and noting those no longer living. A pile of dead were being placed in a tent for later care.

Iimiidiina: And with that, the child strolled off, stopping to heal anybody who was still in the streets. Silence seemed to follow in his wake, and the miracles the child seemed to do. Whispers began to go around of a new Deity, an orphan of Foxingale no less. Little Iimii heard at a nearly inaudible whisper, "Is this one to be collared too?"

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim sniffed the area around the lake, looked at every track she could, and scrutinized every bent blade of grass, but she couldn't find a trace of Mogriil. The Riivii growled in thinly veiled frustration. Frustration that had scared off all of the Den Fangs from hunting with her for the renegade Lupe. She had been told Vuusoolta was dead and she put one Den Fang into critical condition upon hearing the news. Now she hunts alone.

Tysiath: Tysiath yawns as she steps out of her lair, a rock wall appearing and seals the entrance. That nap really helped her feel better and relaxed. Casually walking through the glen and towards the lake and the occasional flick of her tongue for scents. When she caught a familiar one, she recognized it was Fiim. She hasn't seen Fiim in quite some time and follows the scent. Eventually she sees Fiim in site and approaches her then holding up a hand and waving. "Hey, Fiim!"

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim looked up from her failed tracking and saw Tysiath. The Riivii Lupinossai was covered in black ash smeared into her fur making black jagged streaks in the tan colors. It appears Fiim hasn't slept much and fidgeted when she waved to Tysiath.

Tysiath: Tysiath got closer and noticed the ash, she could really taste the scent of the burnt ash now. "Fiim, is everything okay? Why is there ash on you?"

Fiim Riiroon: Looking about still she responded with a voice of one losing hope. "Fires, Den."

Tysiath: "Fires? Den? Wait, are you saying the Den has caught on fire?" she comes to Fiim's side looking at her worriedly.

Fiim Riiroon: What was the words she looked for. "Night, past, big booms, buildings on fire, people hurt, Vuu... vuu..." she couldn't say the name without it sticking in her throat. She growled loudly at her feelings and closed her eyes willing the words to come out. "Vuusoolta, death."

Tysiath: She frowns already knowing the news of Vuusoolta. She crouches down to give Fiim a hug. "I was already informed of Vuusoolta...he was a friend of mine. But I was told nothing about the Den. I wish I could have been there to help, Fiim."

Fiim Riiroon: She shook her head, feeling heavy. "Not much can do. Others rebuild. I hunt murderer. Murderer use gun. Murderer coward, no fight fair." she hissed.

Tysiath: "Fights will tend to be unfair. Everyone wants victory so they find some cheap way to win. So, who is this murderer? And is he out here in the glen?"

Fiim Riiroon: "Name, Mogriil. Captured before. Hurt someone called Lene."

Tysiath: "Oh, Morgiil. I heard about him and I saw what he had did to Lene.... She's a good friend of mine as well....What does Mogriil look like? I would like to help you find him."

Fiim Riiroon: "Look like evil. Wear armor. Nasty daagoon lance. Wear jade mask. Lots of burns."

Tysiath: She nods and very serious about finding this Mogriil Lupinossai. Tysiath wants to put a end to this dangerous Lupe that killed her friend Vuusoolta. "Okay, I will be sure to look out for him. I will do anything I can to help, Fiim."

Fiim Riiroon: She nodded. "No use magic against him. Magic bounce back."

Tysiath: She smiles. "No worries. I do not even know how to use magic. Is there anything else I should know about him if I encounter him?"
Fiim Riiroon: "Ruthless. No feelings. I saw human shoot him last night. Bullet no hit him." she was feeling frustrated at how strong this renegade was or why she cared about Lupes she didn't know. She was fooling herself. This was blood wrath for Vuu.

Fiim Riiroon: "I know sure we capture him again. Lene capture last time. Lene hurt bad. Mogriil not so mad. Mogriil very mad now."

Tysiath: "Perhaps, with the help of Myrlene again we can capture him. And with help she won't be hurt so bad." She tries to sound reassuringly. Tysiath wonders what Mogriil is like in person and if she could defeat him alone.

Fiim Riiroon: "No one know where Myrlene is. Missing with other Wolf members."

Tysiath: "She is missing?" She sighs. "That's not good....I hope he has not gotten to them or taken them hostage...." She shakes her head getting those bad thoughts out of her head." Never mind. She is strong I am sure she is fine."

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim nodded. "I know not this Myrlene but I heard much when at Den putting out fires."

Tysiath: She smiles and motions her head forward "We can search while we talk." she stands and starts to walk slow at first so Fiim can catch up with her.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim nodded and followed scenting the air, and looking about for tracks.

Tysiath: Tysiath looks around with her keen eyesight and ability to get scents with her tongue, so she flicks her tongue out a little more than average. "Besides the terrible events that have happened lately, how have you been, Fiim? How is Verbosk treating you?"

Fiim Riiroon: "I no see master much. He gone always. So I help mate with pups. Oh." Fiim remembered something. She pulled her fish net pack out and removed an oilskin wrapped package and handed it to Tysiath. "For you."

Tysiath: She smiles. "Thank you, but no thank you. I already ate at my lair. I already had my eggs so I am not hungry constantly. You keep the food for yourself."

Fiim Riiroon: "Not food." She insisted holding the wrapped object out. It rattled slightly.

Tysiath: She looks at her raising an eye ridge. "What do you mean?" Then takes the object and looks at it. "What is this, Fiim?"

Fiim Riiroon: "Open." she insisted.

Tysiath: "Umm, okay." She gives another smile and looks at it as she walks and then opens the package that Fiim had given her. When she looks into it she sees a set of rattles that was made from two lake turtles. "Oh, are these rattles, Fiim?"

Fiim Riiroon: "Yes. For young. You have young."

Tysiath: She smiles widely. "Thank you very much, Fiim. I'm sure when they hatch it will give them something fun to play with." She stops for a moment to crouch down and hug Fiim.

Fiim Riiroon: The Riivii accepted the hug gladly feeling lonely for the loss of Vuu. "Me tell secret."

Tysiath: "A secret? What is it?" she sounded very curious of what Fiim wants to tell her.

Fiim Riiroon: "Me adore young. Me help young. Me wish for young, but me no able to have young."

Tysiath: "You cannot have young? Is someone preventing you from having young?"

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim nodded sadly. She took one of Tysiaths hands and ran it across her belly so she could feel a long scar under the short fur. It would feel like a large scar a dog would have that was spayed.

She looks down and feels the scar and frowns. Then looking back into Fiim's eyes. "Oh, I see...Well, you may not be able to have young...but, in a way, you can still have children and raise them. Like orphans. They are without parents and they could always use one to raise them." She tried speaking the option in hopes to help make Fiim feel better. "I know it isn't the same, but I am just saying in a way you could still have young even if they aren't born from you."

Tysiath: Tysiath goes to give Fiim another hug wanting to help comfort her.

Fiim Riiroon: "Me no mate material. Me useless. Always beta."

Tysiath: "Fiim, listen. Being a mate doesn't mean just having eggs or children. It is being with someone you care about and who cares about you. Which can be called love. And you are not useless. Don't think of yourself like that." The words she said were strong and with confidence. She really wanted to get the idea across to Fiim that she is more than she think she is.

Fiim Riiroon: "How do I love when me love is dead. Me mate is gone." oh yes, she had feeling for Vuu. Feelings now unsaid.

Tysiath: "Love? Who did you love?" She didn't think it was Vuusoolta.

Fiim Riiroon: She lowered her head and cried this time. "Vuu..."

Tysiath: Tysiath did not know what to say when she got her answer. All she does is hold Fiim close, then in a very soft voice she speaks. "I'm sorry...." she tries to rub her back.

Fiim Riiroon: "Why, me lose him twice?"

Tysiath: "Because there is terrible people in the world...and it is unfortunate that we have to live with them..." She cries a little bit with Fiim. "I miss him, too, Fiim....You aren't the only one that misses him..."

Fiim Riiroon: "Did you see him before past night?"

Tysiath: She nods. "Yes, I saw him the same night before he died...He helped free me from a feral state I was in and healed my wounds....he even left paw prints in my mind and it is like I still fill his peace and wisdom...." she reflects on all that for a moment and it makes her cry more. She does miss Vuusoolta, too. Maybe not as much as Fiim does since she wasn't that way with Vuu, but she still misses him.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim rubbed Tysiaths back this time. "Vuu always kind. Always wise. Not wise enough to see death though. Me regret thinking he weak when he cry at seeing other Lupes die from burns."

Tysiath: "One is not weak for mourning the death of fellow kin or loved ones, Fiim." She pats Fiim's back

Fiim Riiroon: She nods and started to walk looking for Mogriil again, cheeks wet as she kept crying. "Me will die to avenge Vuu."

Tysiath: Tysiath stands and walks with Fiim. She keeps a hand on Fiim's shoulder to let her know she is still there. "You do not need to die, Fiim...think of others who will be hurt by your death. I, for one, would surely miss you. And I am sure I am not the only one who cares about you." she is still crying a bit as well, but tries to stop so she can at least talk with Fiim.

Fiim Riiroon: "I sorry, Tysiath. I use to being on own." she looked about some more, rubbing her eyes of tears.

Tysiath: "It is okay. You are not alone anymore. You have friends and even those who consider you family. I'm sure Vuusoolta would like to see you grow and thrive with life." she gave a smile to Fiim, sniffling a bit from the crying.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim bowed her head low again. "Me happy to have friends. Me no see Verbosk as master. Me strong on own now. Me be pack member."
Tysiath: "That is good." She looks around again and flicks out her tongue searching for what might be Mogriil.

Fiim Riiroon: "Me want to be part of your pack."

Tysiath: "Well, I don't necessarily live in a pack...and I don't know if my mate is the safest person to hang around. I mean, I care for you, Fiim, and you are a good friend to me. It's just my mate has random rage moments and I wouldn't want you to get in an accident."


Mogriil: Mogriil was by a stream taking a drink with a cupped paw looking about. He kept on the move or he would be spotted. Sooner or later, someone was going to run into him sooner or later. The lance whispered to him. *Let them come. I will feast. We shall be famous in this land. I can hear and taste the magic about this land.* Mogriil grinned behind his jade mask in the shape of a wolfs head. Yes, famous would be nice again. Though he was sure he was at least infamous at the moment.

Fiim Riiroon: "Oh. Ok. Me wondered if you and I create pack?" Fiim froze as she felt a chill shiver run through her spine. She smelled the burnt flesh of a magical wound that would never heal.

Mogriil: Finished drinking, he hefted the lance and moved on, following the stream.

Tysiath: "Create a pack? How do we exactly do that? I am just unfamiliar with how things for for Lupinossai." She is intrigued at the idea. Her attention was taken away from scouting and was focused on Fiim and stopped with her. "Everything okay, Fiim?"

Fiim Riiroon: "No. He near."

Tysiath: She goes wide-eyed for a moment "Mogriil you mean?" she quickly looks around. Her eyes darting side to side and her tongue flicks out repeatedly. She does catch a scent of Mogriil, basically the same one Fiim caught. "I think I got his scent..."

alicia long: She pulled up to the lake. Putting it in park and turning off the engine. Stepping out and giving a look about. Her eyes going from the material plane to the Astral. Searching for anything out of the ordinary.

Mogriil: The lance spoke to Mogriil again. *Someone is travelling the astral planes. We may have trouble.*

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim nodded and started to track the scent.

Tysiath: Tysiath walks with Fiim and warily looks around while flicking her tongue out, following the scent as well. She is ready to fight if need to be. Her claws slowly extend becoming ready.

Mogriil: Mog stopped and sniffed. He caught wind of a draconian and a Lupinossai...mage. His muzzle curled into a malicious grin. He kept walking searching for a good ambush point.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim looked around a bit worried. She only had her knife and teeth. A stream was nearby so she could use her affinity if needed, but she wasn't sure how well affinity magic was affected by Mogriils legendary armor.

Tysiath: Her eyes will still on the search for Mogriil. She still has never seen this Lupinossai before, but she is ready to expect anything from what Fiim told her.

Mogriil: Ah, a few boulders seemed a good place as any, though they may suspect him there. He glanced about and saw a tree within jumping distance. Another grin. He stomped hard as he walked placing tracks on purpose leading to the boulders and behind them. Tracks in place, Mogriil climbed a boulder and leaped into the tree climbing high into the thicket of leaves. He watched where he was waiting for the followers. He pulled the humans gun out and grinned with malice.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim could smell him more now and her hackles were raised, every piece of fur bristled on her. "Maybe we get help." she said nervously.

Tysiath: She looks at Fiim. "Help from who?"

alicia long: She came back from her astral peeping, and moved to her van. Opening the door and removing a key from her vest pocket. This key was used to unlock her ten gauge pump action shotgun from the center console, and then moving to the back and climbing into it. Removing a box with arcane runes upon it. Opening up to reveal what appears to be jewelry. Two armlets with hermetic symbols engraved upon them were placed upon her arms. Her top removed along with her vest to reveal the red sports bra . The rest of her body was scarred with hermetic symbols. Earrings taken out and placed within her ears, and two rings were removed. One placed on each ring finger, and then she was ready. Closing up the van. Her shotgun held within both hands as she makes her way towards the origin of that black aura.

Fiim Riiroon: That was a good point. No one knew they were out here searching for Mogriil.

Tysiath: She looked around when Fiim stayed silent. "If he goes for you, I will protect you, Fiim." since they didn't know if anyone else was out there, they may just have to rely on themselves.

Mogriil: The lance whispered again. *Something magical comes as well. We may have two mages.* Mogriil smiled. "Good. More fun." he could see two people approaching. He raised the gun sighting in on them.

Fiim Riiroon: "No, Tysiath. If he attack me, get help."

Tysiath: "I won't leave you to die at the hands of an enemy, Fiim."

Fiim Riiroon: "Okay." she whispered. She spotted tracks on the ground and pointed to the boulders.

Tysiath: She looks down at the tracks and where Fiim was pointing. She crouches low and very slowly follows the tracks towards the boulders not aware that Mogriil is in a tree.

alicia long: She would follow the sound of a familiar voice. Didn't she know that when hunting it was generally a good idea to be quiet? A few muttered syllables underneath her breath and one of the marks upon her arm glowed faintly. A faint flicker of blue lit her outline a moment, and then vanished. Her vision once more peeked within the astral plane to see if she was going the right way. Seeing the other two first, and in the distance the pulse of powerful malicious magic?s.

Mogriil: That's it. Come closer. Let me see your lovely eyes.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim followed as well smelling the scent stronger now. The wind shifted and she noted the scent was getting weak. Odd.

Tysiath: Tysiath slowly crawls onto the boulders and looks around. All of her movements are very slow trying to be quiet and to supposedly not be noticed.

Mogriil: Seeing the Lupinossai stop, Mogriil took aim on her first. He recognized that Lupe from the Den, the one who hit him with the water. Perfect. Sighting in he decided to go for a leg first. He loved drawing out the agony in his victims. He squeezed the trigger. A gunshot is heard.

alicia long: She lifts a hand, and removes one of the chrms from her necklace. Holding it in her palm face up. Muttering once more. The charm glowing and then dissolving into a mist which took the shape of a owl. The owl actually an air elemental left her hand and flew off ahead. It's vision in the astral, and heading toward Mogril's position. Alicia' closed her eyes to focus upon the bond she had with it. As the misty owl's eyes spy the faint flash of muzzle she would rush. towards that tree. The air diving in front of Mogril to distract him. A jet of cold air blowing from its little mouth.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim was starting to wonder why the scent was weakening when her leg lit up in burning pain. She yipped and stumbled clutching her bleeding thigh.

Mogriil: Mogriil grabbed a branch to keep from falling at the gust of wind and stared at the owl. What the hell? Gun tucked into belt, he grabbed lance and the tip glowed ominously, he loosed a bolt of lightning at the owl.

Tysiath: Tysiath quickly jumps from being startled at the loud gunshot. She looked back at Fiim and saw Fiim fall and her leg bleeding. She quickly jumped over to her and put her body over Fiim's and wings spread out so she is not seen. Tysiath roars out in anger and quickly looks around. Then she thought of how foolish she was. She should have been looking in the trees, too! How could she forget. When she looks up she sees something in the tree and a bolt of lightning flies out from the tree.

Tysiath: Then another roar up at the tree. "Come out, Mogriil! I know it is you!!" her body still covered Fiim

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim never felt this type of pain before. She kept pressure on the wound not moving so it wouldn't hurt.

alicia long: Lighting would not affect an air elemental. That was an energy they controlled. The creature merely dispersed into a mist for a moment, and then reformed. Another heavy gust of wind would blow over the Lupe . Alicia soon was on the scene. Taking aim with that ten gauge. Moving to get a clear a shot as she could, and then Boom! The slug would leave the muzzle and head straight for the murderer.

Mogriil: *They know we are here. Leave the owl, and run.* the lance whispered. It glowed again, giving off a black aura. The lance belched out a small sphere of void magic at the owl. His armor glowed blue as he was pelted with shot from Alicia's shot gun. He half leaped, half fell out of the tree. Hitting the ground hard, he ran, the lance glowing white and he seemed to vanish from sight.

Tysiath: She saw Mogriil running and hisses loudly. Now she knew what he looked like, but the chances of catching him was slim especially since he vanished. Even if he didn?t' vanish, she couldn't leave Fiim here. She looked under herself and looks at Fiim. "Fiim! Are you okay!?"

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim saw Mogriil running. "Nii!" she howled and put a paw out and wrenched the air. The stream surged and sprayed a jet at where Mogriil vanished.

alicia long: " Freeze Drek head!" She called out as she gave chase. Her breathing going shallow. She was a cop after all, and knew how to control her breathing when chasing a scumbag. She would rack her shotgun again. Take quick aim at the Lupe's legs, and another slug would travel through space to strike the man. if not wound then it should knock him off his feet at least. Once fired she would continue the chase. Racking in prep for another shot.
Her eyes shifting to the astral plane. One could hide their body, but perhaps this one could not hide the magical aura of that weapon or armor. *

Tysiath: Tysiath is afraid if she left Fiim to chase down the murderer he might sneak around and attack her. She couldn't have that happen.

Mogriil: Mogriil took advantage of the stream that hit him. He dove into the water grunting as the shot gun hit the magical shield again. The lance glowed again, and something enveloped him hiding him from all senses for a short time.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim removed her paws and the leg bled freely. She looked about still in pain. "Rope. Need rope."

Tysiath: She looks around quickly then rushes off near some bushes and trees and finds not rope but some good vine. Then returns and starts wrapping it around her leg above the gunshot wound.

alicia long: She stopped as he vanished. Running back to the pair at the tree. Perhaps Mogril left something behind. Hairs or even a bit of blood. A physical link.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim grimaced and nodded when it was tight enough.

Mogriil: She would find flakes of jade from his mask, and some scorched hair. Down the stream, something wet exited. He glanced up the stream to the small dot that was the tree. That mage was one to watch for.

Tysiath: She ties the vine in a good knot. "There, that should hold." She looks around. "Where did that runt go?" she said in a angry voice.

alicia long: She would set her shotgun across her lap as she squats. Reaching into her back pocket for a pair of gloves. Placing them upon her hands and picking up the jade pieces and those hairs before making her way to Flim.

Mogriil: *Run now. Revenge Later* the lance whispered. Mogriil shook his head. He wanted to let the mage know who she was dealing with. The lance began to glow red this time, the shielding would drop making him visible again. Belching from the lance was a dragon made of fire. It screamed soaring for the group, it's wings crackling with heat.

alicia long: She looked to the fiery dragon and popped another charm from her necklace. Holding her hand out as if commanding the fiery beast to stop. The charm sticking to her palm glowed with a brilliant blue light as dome of force would encircle the group. The nature of this dome was to block and absorb the manna of the spell, and then disperse it harmlessly back within the astral plane where it came from.

Mogriil: The dragon roared in anger at being tampered with. It disipated and vanished. Mogriil snorted. Seems he had a new game to hunt now. He turn and vanished into the forest.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim looked pale at the types of magic being unleashed. She felt so insignificant with her little spells that manipulated water.

Tysiath: Tysiath was frightened by all the magic being used, but she stayed over Fiim to make sure she was not harmed. As Tysiath promised she would protect Fiim, even if it got her seriously hurt.

alicia long: She would then look over to the wounded woman. Lowering down to her side, and placing a hand over the wound. Her lips move in silent chanting and a deep breath escapes her lips as she manipulates the magical energies within the air and push them through the woman's leg to dissolve the bullet and speed up the body's healing a thousand fold.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim yipped as she felt the healing. Alicia would feel the weave of water magic in the Riivii's blood and body.

Tysiath: Tysiath moved off of Fiim and sat beside her, then recognizes Alicia and sighs in relief. "Alicia, hello...you were the one scaring off Mogriil?"

alicia long: " I was trying to stop him, but I did something just as good." She opens her other hand and shows off the burnt hair and jade bits. " I have a material link to the bastard, and with time I can make something to put him in a world of hurt."

Tysiath: "You are hunting him as well?"

alicia long: " Yes, This vet told me that he was a menace to the Lupe village, and he burnt down his place of work, so obviously this maniac needs to be taken down. "

Fiim Riiroon: "He kill Vuusoolta." she said undoing the tourniquet.

Tysiath: "Yes, I agree...he killed someone close to Fiim and I named Vuusoolta Wolf....I would be glad to witness seeing him rot.'

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim nodded in agreement with Tysiath. "He torture young Lene too."

alicia long: With this material link I can get an idea of how his magic functions, and by knowing that I can find a way to manipulate the magic in such a way as to bypass his defenses all together.."

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim nodded understanding some of what Alicia says. The paranormal officer may notice this Lupinossai had elements of a shark to her.

alicia long: and if we can subdue him i can draw a hermetic circle focused on containing his type of magic rendering his equipment useless.

Tysiath: "Excellent! I hope you can get all that ready as soon as you can."

Fiim Riiroon: "How contain him?"

alicia long: Well on my world when we deal with malignant mages is to first put their hands in special harnesses which extend and separate the fingers, so not somatic gestures are possible, and then we tie a gag around his mouth consisting of a plastic breathing tube and sturdy leather straps. This prevents verbal spell casting, and then we put something over his ear that generates a annoying sound so he cannot maintain any focus, and finally we put him in a cell with a powerful hermetic circle which nullifies
all magical energies within in it. "

Tysiath: "Oh, that sounds like quite the torture for him." she grins

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim was quiet for a moment in thought. "I think he no mage. Why kill mages if he mage?"

alicia long: " and in the case of a repeat offender we put a dampening collar around his neck which acts as a portable hermetic circle which means no spell casting."

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim gasped hearing that. She shook hearing the word collar.

alicia long: " Well if it is his armor, mask, and lance that is the malignant magic it will nullify the equipment. My former officers and I always look for the peaceful way first, and only use lethal force when necessary."

Fiim Riiroon: "No like collar." she wrapped arms around her knees.

Tysiath: Tysiath sighs and knows she should return to her lair soon. Her eggs may hatch at any time soon and she really wants to be ther, but wants to stay a little longer too. Then hears Fiim and pats her shoulder. "No one is going to put a collar on you, Fiim. Don't worry."

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim nodded slowly, not very assured. "Last time collar worn, me lose right to children."

Fiim Riiroon: She glanced around hoping Mogriil wasn't spying on them. Getting shot out of the blue had her skittish as well.

Tysiath: "No one is going to put a collar around you while I'm around."

alicia long: It is not like a slaver's collar. it is just a piece of plastic that is put around the neck to nullify magic.

Fiim Riiroon: "Lupe use collar for magic too. Exiles with magic wear it. Me has worn one. No fun."

Tysiath: She leans over to put a arm around Fiim gently to help her feel protected and safe.

alicia long: " Well on earth we use them to teach rogue mages a lesson. A typical sentence is 3 months If that does not work then a year."

Fiim Riiroon: She did feel protected with that arm. "I sorry about being scared. Many masters in old country. Some I flee, some I kill."

Tysiath: "It's okay, Fiim. You are with us and safe. No longer have to worry about those slavers in the old country." then a look at Alicia. "You may have to lock Mogriil up for life."

Dragonlover: Speaking of masters... Verbosk surges through the trees, clearly pissed beyond the typical borders of pissed. Something in his eyes is deranged, malevolent. Could it be possible that, with the loss of his own Master, the good draconian watchman has lost his grip on reality?

Tysiath: Tysiath immediately looks over and sees Verbosk, but just stares at him. She remembers what he did to her and she is not pleased with what happened. "Greetings, Verbosk."

Fiim Riiroon: Notes her current master who seems quite deranged. She scooted closer to Tysiath concerned.

alicia long: " I am thinking I may have to kill him. He already shot you, and killed another. That carries the death sentence where I am from."

Dragonlover: With a growl, Verbosk punches through a nearby tree. Thick from over a hundred years growth, the tree was only a sapling to Verbosk as his fist sails clear through it in one punch.

Fiim Riiroon: "He kill more, Alicia. Two elders in Den. Arrested before. Escape."

Tysiath: She keeps her arm around Fiim just in case Verbosk becomes dangerous to them. "Verbosk!" she shouts trying to get his attention.

alicia long: Her hands lower to her shotgun. Gripping it gently. She was definitely on edge.

Dragonlover: He is deaf. He turns to the clearing and shouts, "You cowardly bastard! Come out here and face me like man!" He ferociously smells and flicks his tongue, too fast for it be of any effect. "I know you're out here!"

Tysiath: "The coward ran away, Verbosk!"

alicia long: " Calm down. We don?t need raised voices now." That commanding cop tone in her voice.

Dragonlover: He turns to a nearby rocks face. He hits it. And hits it. And hits it. He does not care that scales are being punctured and blood is pooling under them.

alicia long: " Calm down, You?re not helping anyone, and frankly it is childish."

Dragonlover: Verbosk pounds with both fists simultaneously and he roars loudly. "Bromiiiiissk!!!" He slowly stops and breaks into tears, resting his head on the wall.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim, shivering with fear, reacts. Clapping paws together, Verbosk is going to get a very icy cold shower from the stream near the boulders.

Tysiath: She slowly lets go of Fiim. "Stay here..." When she stands up she slowly goes over to Verbosk, coming up behind him. She isn't foolish because in that rage she expects he might try to hit her. But, then when she sees him start crying she hurries over to him and puts a arm around him. "Verbosk..." she speaks in a soft tone.

Dragonlover: The sobs are choking, repeating, as he slides down the wall and holds his head, not wanting to be seen like this. The shower did little to help him out. In fact, the cold reminded him of the icy blue eyes of his mentor.

alicia long: A sigh escapes her lips and she sets her shotgun off to the side and lifts up her hands. Wincing as she rubs her now sore shoulders.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim stopped her manipulation of water when the fear left her. She glanced to Alicia. "You okay?"

Tysiath: She sits beside Verbosk and tries to hold him in a hug. "It's okay to cry...There's no shame in it...."

Dragonlover: He shouts to nothing, back out to the Glen. "Dammit all, come face me, you cowardly, moronic, sorry excuse of a rotten egg!"

alicia long: " Magic has a price. Those who want strong magic pay a higher price. I am fine. Nothing some rest won?t cure."

Fiim Riiroon: "Back rub?" she asked hesitantly. This lady clearly made Fiim feel quite low on the pecking order of magic.

Tysiath: She knows Vuusoolta meant a lot to Verbosk and can tell that his emotions from the loss are pouring out in many ways. Instead of saying more words she gently tries to caress his wings knowing the sensitive touch might help him feel a little better.

Dragonlover: Verbosk whimpers and sobs, resting against Tysiath's shoulder. Hell, any shoulder would do for him. "Bromissk..."

Fiim Riiroon: A glance to the whimpering Verbosk. Ears flicking as the whimpering was triggering mothering instincts.

Tysiath: "I miss him, too, Verbosk...a lot of us miss him...." at the end of that sentence she looked back at Fiim remembering that she had feelings for Vuu, but wasn't going to tell anyone else. She turned back to Verbosk to wrap her arms around his torso to hold him close.

alicia long: "Sure." She smiles and turns her back to the Lupe. Again she was only wearing a sports bra and that jewelry. Her back, and arms covered in those runes that had been literally carved into her flesh .

Dragonlover: Verbosk suddenly looks directly in front of him, and his tears go away. Grey eyes widen. "Bromissk?"

Fiim Riiroon: Resisting the mothering urges, Fiim moved swiftly and graceful, now behind Alicia. She probed and rubbed the shoulders finding all the knots and working them over. She was noting the runes with wonder, not able to read a single one though.

Tysiath: She looks in front of them but sees nothing. Maybe her Koramassk is delusional now? No matter what, though, she continues to hold Verbosk to give him physical comfort. Even if he did make her go feral.

alicia long: Her back arched and she let out a pleasant moanish groan as those hands worked her muscles.

Dragonlover: "Master, is that you?" Hands reached out to the Lupe Alpha who was not there.

Tysiath: "Verbosk, he's gone..."

Dragonlover: "Master! You're alive! You survived!" He tried to pull out of Tysiath's grasp.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim glanced to the delusional Verbosk with worry. "He see those not there." she whispered to herself. She let out a sigh thinking of Vuu. She worked the muscles more having done this to many other masters and overworked slaves. Another glance to Verbosk worried more.

Tysiath: "Verbosk, he's dead! You're seeing things!" she hated saying those words. It was even painful to her, but it was the truth and sometimes the truth hurts.

Dragonlover: "He's right there! He's right there! Let me go! No! No, Bromissk! Please don't leave! Let me carry you, let me take you home! We can have another lesson? Can we?"

alicia long: If she had a purr box it would be going. Her back arching more into those rubbing hands. Her eyes closed and head tilted back. Her body going limp within the Lupe's hands.

Tysiath: She lets go of Verbosk just to chase the illusion, but she knows he will be disappointed.

Dragonlover: Verbosk runs and he tries to pick up the Alpha, but he disappears in a shimmering mist.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim's concern grew more. Maybe she should try to raise an illusion of water to look like Vuu, but her heart hurt at that lie. She worked the muscles more. Alicia may feel tears on her as Fiim cried quietly.

Dragonlover: He looks around, confused.

Tysiath: Tysiath gets up to follow Verbosk to come behind him. "He's not here..."

Dragonlover: "Bromissk? Bromissk! Please don't leave me alone..." He breaks into sobs and cowers there in the open, rocking back and forth. "No... no..."

Tysiath: She tries to hold him again. It seems no words she says will help him, so she will only be there for physical comfort.

Dragonlover: He pushes Tysiath away. He doesn't want to be touched or consoled. He only wants to be alone.

Tysiath: She frowns and lets him push her away. She stays near but sits on the ground and watches him silently.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim found no more knots and stopped the massage. She put her hands in her lap quietly. "Thanks for help."

Dragonlover: "Please don't leave..."

alicia long: She collapsed backwards. The sound of snoring escaping her lips. Her head landing in the Lupe's lap, and amazingly that did not wake her. The magic expenditure along with that massage put her out like a light.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim laid alicia gently down and moved. She walked for Verbosk and Tysiath.

Tysiath: She looks back at Fiim and holds a hand up and whispers. "He doesn't want to be touched."

Fiim Riiroon: "Mas..Verbosk?" she asked gently in a mothering voice. "It okay. We find way to get him back maybe?"

Dragonlover: He looks to Fiim hopefully. "Really?"

Tysiath: She looks at Fiim. "Can we do that? I mean. Is that even possible?"

Fiim Riiroon: "Den, have deities. Vuu have father still alive, yes?"

Dragonlover: "Yes?"

Fiim Riiroon: "Ask Vuu father. He may know." she said gently. She didn't mention the part about resurrection being taboo. If it would make master feel better, it might be worth it.

Dragonlover: And that madness grows, but it is a happy madness. Verbosk seems to be obsessed with the concept now.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim sees something in Verbosks eyes and she goes pale. What has she done?

Tysiath: Tysiath would want Vuusoolta back too, but resurrecting...that was something so far against her beliefs...to mess with the natural life such as that. It flops around in her mind many times deciding if she would even want such a thing to happen

Dragonlover: "Bromissk will return. He will come back! And I will be with him, so close, he will wear me. I will never fail him again. Never again." He grins happily and rocks back and forth.

Tysiath: She just looks at Verbosk...maybe this happy idea is just better off for him...

Fiim Riiroon: She clasped paws over her muzzle to keep from whimpering in fear. A look to Tysiath. She only meant to offer comforting words.

Dragonlover: His crazed mind mulls over the simple, blasphemous concept. But his eyes also betray something aside from madness: sleep deprivation. He hasn't slept one minute since the Alpha's assassination. Insomnia, naturally, can cause delusions.



Tysiath: Looking at Fiim and notices her actions. Tysiath isn't sure what to do and has a confused look on her face. Then looks at Verbosk, maybe she can change the subject...."Verbosk...I have questions for you."

Dragonlover: "I used to ask Master many questions. My first question to him: Why do you wear that muzzle? He had a muzzle, see? He had a strong voice. He was afraid of it. But he mastered it! He got it under control! Just as he got my raging emotions under control." The ranting of a madman, there.

Fiim Riiroon: A look as well noting the tiredness on Verbosk. She made an offer. "Master, maybe you should lie with me and rest?"

Tysiath: She sighs. This isn't going to get far. Then another look at Fiim. Maybe sleep would help solve this if Verbosk has lost so much of it.

Dragonlover: "Rest. Bromissk rests. But only for the moment, right?" He looks back at Fiim. "He will wake up, and everything will be better."

Tysiath: "You need sleep, too, Verbosk. Your Bromissk doesn't want you tired for training." she tries to play along with it.

Dragonlover: "Yes... Yes, Bromissk always looked unkindly upon having no focus."

Tysiath: "Maybe you should get to sleep then while he sleeps. All warriors need their sleep for battle."

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim was speechless. How did she answer that? "Master wouldn't want you to worry about him. You should rest. Your mate, your young. Come, rest, lie with us both." it was creepy but she was offering to go all the way with Verbosk if it would just distract him.

Dragonlover: "Yes... Yes, I will lie with you, Fiim." He looks back over and doesn't get up. Did he, perhaps, forget?

Tysiath: She walks over to Verbosk and sits beside him and stares at him.

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim sighed quietly and moved to help him up. She stuffed the pain and loss of a lover deep into her heart letting her life ocean drown it out for now.

Dragonlover: Verbosk slowly stands up with his Lupe servant. He would have to be led.

Tysiath: She stands up with them. "Should I help you bring him home, Fiim?"

Fiim Riiroon: Fiim nodded a yes. She wouldn't be able to deal with a draconian on her own on a good day let alone a day that draconian is out of his mind.

Tysiath: With a nod in response she goes to Verbosk's side, but is going to let Fiim lead them. "Okay, Verbosk. Time to go home."

Fleet moved through the section of the Den Circle marked for the injured. A glance to where the Whisper Paws Clinic, a place he had set up and given life too, was now a sunken crater full of sodden ash and wood. Fleet didn't allow any emotion to purchase in his heart. It was just a building. Buildings could be rebuilt. A glance down to the injured stirred the emotions of regret and a slight note of self blame.

He was soon in the middle of the injured section when he noted another Lupinossai was tending the injured. A shaky Lupinossai at that. Fen looked well given the fact he had a burning building fall on him. Remarkable what a deities healing touch can do for the body, but there in lies the problem. Magic, a crutch to many in Rhydin, used for healing, defense, and attacking only worked well on the physical parts of a living being. Emotions, memories, and dreams may be soothed temporarily, but in the end, it took the acceptance and resolve of the one injured to conquer them.

Reaching Fen, Fleet put a steadying paw on the chief healer.

"Will you accept some help in treating your patients, Dr. Stridar?" Fleet asked softly.

Fen stopped bandaging a lacerated arm and turned slowly. Amber eyes were subdued, but bright. He gave Fleet a tight hug.

"You came back to us. I thought you all had left us." Fen said in a shaky voice.

Fleet's eyes softened in guilt. "No, we didn't leave. Once a Lupinossai, always a Lupinossai. We attempted to rescue people in Rhydin. We were fools for leaving the Den to meddle in the affairs of others. We are back now though. Why don't you sit on the bed while I tend to the patient?"

Fen nodded thankfully and sat on the bed patting the knee of the Lupinossai who watched the exchange with interest. Fleet quickly disinfected his paws and continued the bandaging as well as checking the vitals. He spoke while he did this.

"I am hearing that Mogriil did quite a number on everyone here. Fire balls everywhere. Also heard you were in a coma. You feeling well enough to heal people?"

Fen nodded slowly. "I heal what I can. Others have been stopping by to help me. I am sorry Fleet. The hospital is gone." his voice held a note of loss.

"Fen, the hospital is just a building. Between Ammy and I, we can raise it as well as the other buildings. The Den will look almost unchanged, though I strongly suggest we choose somewhere other than the top of the hospital for the orphanage this time. Maybe near the river or have a pool built by one of the living complexes. Give the orphaned Riivii a place to be comfortable. Hand me another roll of gauze please." Fleet held out a waiting paw.

Fen handed his mentor the requested roll of gauze. "How do we manage to survive all of this drama Fleet? Wars, civil unrest, leaders killed, heroes exiled, people kidnapped and many hurt or killed?"

Fleet took the offered roll and bandaged the male Lupinossais leg next. While he did so, he thought on the question.

"Fen, many do not understand the ways of our people. Few would. Few races in Rhydin were ever created by humans who didn't know any better than to meddle with genetics best left alone. People just shake their heads shallowly thinking they understand what it is like to be constantly on the edge of wanting war, wanting violence, and wanting to dance in the blood of our enemies. We have taken 400 years to suppress that urge to this point of civility. In the old days, I am sure Mogriil would have slaughtered everyone and been done with it. He didn't. He's out for my son. Vuu was shot by the way." Fleet said calmly. He spoke a few words of comfort to the Lupe male in Lupesh.

"Is Vuu alright?" Fen asked in surprise.

"No. He sleeps the sleep of deep regeneration. I am sure Mogriil and many others believe he is dead. Thank Lupis for our deity blood. I will say this though. Let us not worry about the violence and the drama. It will happen. It will come. It is what refines, defines, and purifies our race from time to time. Each trial, we become more civilized. Vuu has started a justice system I thought impossible. I was wrong and it is working as we speak. Mogriil is now wanted by all Lupes. Many who preyed on the weak are now either in jail, or making amends. Many of our people not getting care, now do." He moved to the next patient, checking bandages and smiling to the female encouragingly.

"Spoken like a deity." Fen shook his head ruefully. "What of those who are mortal. You, I, Vuu, Iimii, even Lene I am suspecting, will grow to see many years. I have already seen 3,000 and have started over again. What of Ammy? She will eventually die of old age. She's not immortal, neither are most of the Lupinossai here. I do not think the Den can deal with more drama."

"It wont. The laws are in place now. With them in place, Lupinossai like Mogriill will be found earlier and dealt with before they harm others. Mostly they will be put into the military where they can do good." He stood and offered a paw to Fen to help the Lupinossai up.

Fen stood and was thankful the short break restored his balance. "As we grow in civility, you do realize the time of deities and magic will no longer be needed. What then shall we do?"

"Fen, worry too much about the future. Worry about the present. When the time comes, we do what we have always done. Take a new form, keep these memories close to our ever beating hearts and live as something else. That is what Lupis and Canis did. They didn't die. The merely went on to another realm and became a different race. I am sure they are happy now." Fleet replied soothingly as they walked the rows of emptying cots.

Few injuries were severe, and most of the ones lying here were just rattled by the events. Fen followed slowly.

"Do you ever yearn to be the Dens deity, Fleet. To be worshiped, loved, respected, and feared?" Fen asked suddenly.

Fleet turned his head to the side to regard Fen with ice blue eyes. "I have been in that position once. I was not pleased with it. I feel no attachment to subjecting others to give me loyalty. Nor do I appreciate being bound to the prayers of others. That is ultimate servitude. I think if more deities stopped listening to their followers whims, less wars, violence, and disasters would happen. Mortals need to learn how to pull themselves up off the ground and keep moving."

"Like the Den that keeps having deities rush to its aid?" Fen said sharply.

Fleet raised a paw for a moment of thought. "We have come back to offer physical aid. I have not magically produced Mogriil. I could with a snap of my fingers do so. But why should I? That will not solve anything, nor teach anyone to deal with his kind as a threat. We will raise buildings to spare the fragile economy, or produce medical items and food, but that is just material things. We are not solving anyone's problems. Just giving a steadying paw. If you think I truly am hear to solve everything, then maybe I should leave."

"Now wait a minute Fleet. That is not what I said. I understand what you say, but it seems few others can lead for very long without disaster. Why?" Fen asked gesturing with his paws erratically.

"Karma. A good leader will reign long and wise, though sometimes he will reign short as well if the greater good for the people is sacrifice. A bad leader is doomed no matter how long he reigns. Death or dethronement is imminent. Being who I am, I know all about my sons dealings and his ways. As a father it pains me to say this, but he has learned a painful lesson. Violence begets violence. Murder begets murder. In the words of my second wife Ammy its equivalent exchange." Fleet lectured Fen.

"If you knew, why didn't you act?!" Fen exclaimed. "This could have all been avoided!" he shouted at Fleet.

Lupes stopped and looked at the two Elder Leaders in wonder.

"If I had stepped in, what would have that accomplished? Hmm? Maybe this disaster would be stopped, but it would simply happen later in the future with worse consequences. Stopping the effects is not the way to treat a problem Fen. You should know this as my student in healing. Some illnesses cannot be just cured either, but left to run it's course or it will come back even worse. I believe that once Vuu is awake, we will not have a repeat of this incident." Fleet's tone remained calm, even, and cool. Many of Lupes listening and watching could see where Vuusoolta inherited his traits.

Fen bowed his head for a moment. "I am sorry Fleet. My ordeal with the fire has rattled my senses. Things do make sense now. How long will Vuusoolta be asleep?"

Fleet walked again, leading them to the crater of the hospital. "Ammy looks for his body as we speak. He was shot in the heart. Could have been worse. A month at most I would say."

Fleet stopped at the edge of the crater and gazed on the ruins with ice blue eyes. Fen, beside him, put a paw on Fleets shoulder.

"I know you put your heart into this hospital. I am sorry it is gone." Fen said softly.

Fleet just chuckled. "The building is gone, the hope, spirit, and purpose remain."

Bending down Fleet grabbed a paw full of the wet ash and stood. "Step back Fen."

Fen retreated knowing what Fleet was about to do. He made sure others were back as well.

Fleet rubbed the ashes in his paw and closed his eyes envisioning what the hospital used to be and what he would have liked it to be. Then he began to chant in a strong, low voice.

~Fiiwuu uuf tii lii, shoovaa uuf hahma, vaahoon uuf tii fuus, muurii uuf tii priis. Fiilii uuf lii, fiilii uuf moorte, fiilii uuf tii newii liimuush, fiilii uuf tii loovaa. Dopraam oos Shaaprem daamo. Oopraam oos riis haawuu. Aatoos Tomaah yom fiilii, mootoos wuus tii fiiwuu, tii deguu, tii wuudre, tii fiigoo, tii iidom, tii ootha, tii waam, iina tii wiima. Restre iit oomas tii haasht uuf buum. Mootoos tii hahma uuf dah wuus tii vaahoon uuf miituu hahniis iina riis!~

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~Ashes of the living, whispers of memory, promises of the future, gifts of the present. Energy of life, energy of death, energy of the new born, energy of the departed. Below are shattered dreams. Above are rising hope. Gather together your energy, mix with the ash, the blood, the wood, the fire, the bone, the earth, the water, and the air. Restore to us the hall of healing. Mix the memories of all with the promises of my mind and rise!~

Wings sprouted from Fleets back. The glowed a metallic blue, testament to his mixed heritage of Earthrii and Aiirii. The glow spread over his entire body then flowed into the crater. He continued the chant, each repetition causing a tremor in the ground. Vibrations could be felt in the ground and with a slow grinding of rock, splintering of wood, popping of fire, thumping of moving earth, woosh of wind, and the roar of water, the Whisper Paw Clinic slowly rose from the sodden ashes. The hospital was newer looking, bigger, and when the building stopped growing, fully equipped with all the equipment needed to succeed.

The chanting died on Fleets lips, and the wings, flapped once and vanished. He took a step back and nodded. Turning, he walked to Fen and clapped a paw on the Chief Healers shoulder.

"Your clinic has been restored. Tend to the injured Fen. Ease the suffering and pain. May you carry the joys of healing and burden of care. May Canis greet you in the morning with her healing touch, in the noon with her nurturing grace, in the evening with her mournful tears to chase the grief of loss from face. You are no longer my student Fen. I can not teach you anymore in the healing arts. You are a master healer now." Fleet intoned the ritual passing of the torch from master to graduating student.

Fen nodded solemnly. Fleet let go of Fen's shoulder and disappeared into the crowd of awed Lupinossai. They all murmured that Fleetian the Platinum Fang has returned. Fleet wished those murmurs would die, but he would not deny the Lupes what hope they wish. He searched for his wife, and the body of his son.

Fen watched Fleet vanish into the crowd, in a solemn shock. Fleet saw him as an equal now. No longer someone struggling to learn. He turned to look at the restored clinic feeling the sting of his doubt in Fleet. A shake of his head and he addressed the crowd. "

"Don't just stand there gawking. Start bringing in the injured and then all of the unused equipment. Let's move it!" Fen barked orders and stepped inside the clinic.

Fleet was easily found by the two workers Ammy sent for him. They told him what she had said and he nodded. The crowds parted for Fleet knowing it was him who had rebuilt the Whisper Paws Clinic with magic. More rumors were flying that more deities were about.

Fleet walked to the tent full of bodies and looked inside. It was a depressing sight, but he had seen worse. He turned and put his paws to his muzzle to shout.

"I know many of you still mourn, but for the honor of your loved ones departed and the health of the Den, I ask all who have lost someone to form a line. I will be making Blood Gems of your loved ones that you may place them in the Soul Garden when you wish to." he lowered his paws.

He watched as the Lupinossai slowly moved for the tent, many faces still tight with loss and grief. He understood perfectly. How could he not? He had lived for 368 years and had seen many wars, many deaths both friend, and foe. The first Lupe came up to him and fidgeted. Fleet asked softly for the name of the departed. Once told he walked into the tent, found the body and started an incantation only he knew. The tent flared for a moment with a bright green. Fleet stepped back out and held a shining round gem the size of a small cantaloupe. It was a deep green color. He handed the gem and a loose toe tag to the Lupe then hugged the person.

For the rest of the day Fleet did this until the tent was empty. Once the last body was gone, he left the tent and turning spoke. "Fiigoo!" the tent burst into flames and burnt quickly to the ground.

He left the Den circle and met up with Ammy. Now they can move forward with the bodies taken care of the Den starting to settle once more. He and Ammy turned to raising destroyed buildings by magical means.