Pain. Fear. loneliness. those were words she had no word for but she knew the feelings now. She felt like Faite had forsaken her, like her world was turned upside down. Her leg shot pain up it every time she took a step and anytime she tried to put pressure on it. She dared not cry out though. Her fun day had turned into the very thing she feared. A nightmare. what had started out as an innocent friendship quickly took a turn for the worst. She didn't even understand it. How could she? she was foreign and barely a teenager. He had done something that caused her immense pain. He had bit into her leg fiercely and caused it to make a snapping sound. He had also put himself inside her and all she knew was it hurt and didn't feel good. She didn't like those games. Her eyes watered again as she hobbled on three legs with her left front leg lifted across the shore. She was doing her best to stay away from Ariet. She didn't want to play with him anymore. He was a nightmare she knew it now. He wouldn't let her leave either. She only wanted to go home and curl up with Faite and the white man that seemed to hang around Faites other children. Her tail was curled, clinging to her belly. Her ears pressed back. She didn't dare try to swim back with her leg in such pain. Her inner thighs had been stained with her own blood, but she didn't worry about cleaning it, not when she needed to get home. She had waited for Ariet to depart the island again and now she was trying to think this through. she had smelled two others here, but had yet to see them. They needed to come together and try to get some help she knew. She couldn't fight and her only hope was faite. She stopped and looked out over the water at the mainland in the distance and gave a quieter bark to see if the other two would come out without Ariet on the island. Walk, "Talk" Think

The young brute was on a quick run of the island, working to keep his body fit and toned. He wanted  to be a terrifying wolf with ginormous muscles and giant teeth, well you get the picture. He would be distract by the smell of a visitor and blood, two of his favorite things, and of course the scent of fear. He quickly reacted, nose in the air as he trotted to the beautiful multi-colored fem, a wicked grin across his maw. He was sure Mammon wouldn't take long to scent the girl either, but he would have his fun now. "Oh, sweet darling." He hummed his words with ease, trying to calm her of his presence, "Come, let me take care of you. What has happened?" He eyed her bloody backside intensely after her crippled gait, but returned back to her cyan eyes like Mammon's, still an evil grin from one ear to the other. Hopefully she would play into his charade, and if not perhaps Mammon could be behind him to convince her for their "help." He was manipulative, that was sure. But even worse he was deceiving. Even if his wicked smile seemed to throw his intentions the other way, he would speak kindly to them to try and suede them to come with him. The poor fae wouldn't realize what more trouble she found herself in swimming to this island. Walk "Levi" "Ava" Think

Mammon was eagerly awaiting her brother's return, she knew he was off doing some form of training though the vixen could only think of him as perfect already. The musty smell of foliage and the tantalizing scent of the various birds in the canopy above her helped to mask the faint smell of blood as it wafted it's way towards her. But when it finally dawned on her what she scenting it was tinged with the smell of her brother.  Panicked coursed through her, she imagined Levi broken and bloody, a million images of his corpse mangled in various ways flashed through her mind and she suddenly sprang to her paws. She coursed through the trees towards his scent and slowed only as the smell of a stranger started to become clearer. She narrowed eyes, peering out at the scene through the shrubbery, she couldn't be sure that the stranger wasn't hostile.  Well not til Levi spoke anyways. She rolled her eyes, though she knew he was a decent deceiver he had never matched her own skill, at least not in her own mind. She slid from her hiding place, moving to stand up beside her brother, trailing her tail along his rump and up his spine slightly as she stood a bit a head of him. "Oh hush, sweet. Can you not see she is spooked." she gave him a meaningful look before easily sliding a kind smile onto her maw as she looked back at the rainbow girl.  "Do not mind my brother, he is overly... eager..." She let her voice trail off as she eyed the girl's poor mangled form, a concerned frown creasing her brow. "I must agree that you should let us tend to you though..." She took a small tentative step forwards, cool blues watching for the girl's response.  Walk "Levi" "Ava" Think

Leshia shook the salt water from her coat, her nose wrinkling at the bitterness of the water and the smell of bird droppings but she smirked anyway. The cacophony of calls meant that she was in the right place. She gazed up at a beautiful cluster of tropical birds and of course there were seagulls nearby as well, there were always seagulls. She growled lightly at the birds. Seagulls were the worst, suitable for stuffing dens and little else but the fancy plumes of the other birds would make a worthy sacrifice if she could figure out how to get them down. Leshia gazed upward for a moment, brain whirring together to make a plan when a familiar scent caught her attention. Jewell? Her eyes narrowed as she picked up the scent of stress and blood. Oh no…

Leshia moved swiftly and when she came upon the girl she called out. "Jewell! Jewell what are you doing here?" Leshia snarled at the strangers and moved to place herself between the girl and the two strange yearlings. Her nose never lied and she did not detect Jewell's blood on either of the strangers but something was definitely off. These two smelt and moved like vultures. "I can take care of my packmate. You two can move on now."

"Talk"

It was easy for the yearling to get lost in the temporary freedom and solace he'd found in wandering away from Lirim. As much as he hated the thought of shirking his new duties as the pack's leader, he couldn't bring himself to stay within its borders for forever. After meeting the beautiful starry red female he'd found that the world had many things he hadn't seen yet. As young as he was he still had the desire to act his age and forget the worries of his early introduction into adult hood. Following Leshia hadn't exactly been on his plan of "fun" things to do, but he seemed to have picked up on his mother's need to make sure no one else wandered off. Of course if Leshia was well and truly leaving the pack for good Rory wouldn't have stopped her, but anything could happen and Rory wanted to make sure nothing happened to any more of the pack. Enough kids had somehow disappeared and, despite the fact Leshia was older than he was, he was still worried. He tailed the female at a good distance, but was more than surprised when she took off in the water. It stumped him for only a moment before he plunged in after her and didn't stop until he'd reached the sandy shoreline of an island. He glanced around as he shook the water out of his short fur. From what he could see the place was beautiful. Tropical shores, the scent of exotic birds and other prey animals, and there were even mountains. Who knew islands could be so beautiful? He shook himself off once more before taking off after Leshia. It wasn't too long before his nose wrinkled at the scent of blood, but the fact that he recognized who it belonged to scent his hackles raising and his blood boiling. He took off after his pack mate and arrived in time to see Leshia forcing herself between Jewell and two shorter yearlings. Ears flicked to hear Leshia's words before he turned to size up the odd pair. "Thank you for the concern, but we need to take her home." He addressed them politely as he could thinking that it was the proper thing to do. At this point he wasn't very trustful of strangers and getting her home seemed like the best bet. They could patch her up along the way until his aunt or someone else back at the pack could do a more thorough job. He moved past the two yearlings, making sure to keep an ear trained on them, and he moved next to Leshia to face Jewell head on. Bi-colored gaze scanned Jewell for her injuries and took notice of the blood on her leg and the way she favored it. "I'm sorry for following you, but I'm glad I did." He murmured to Leshia before looking back at Jewell. He still couldn't figure out why she had blood on her backside, or where exactly it was coming from, but he had a feeling he didn't want to know. "Jewell, what happened to you?" He asked softly. "Mom's been worried sick about you." The fact he smelled another male on her only made him anxious. Walk, "Talk" Think

As soon as another appeared she was on edge. It wasn't Ariet but she still wasn't sure she wanted anything to do with him. Her fur bristled with weariness and fear, even as he spoke. She'd been naive once and at one time would of brined him. Being as her attack from Ariet was so recent though she really didn't want to trust anyone. Her ears pressed all the way back and she stood and spun quickly to have her right side facing him but her head trained on him. She didn't want any more nightmares. She just wanted to go back home and stay there, forever. It was safe there and she knew it. She really just wanted to see Faite right now, Faite would make it all better and explain to her what had happened she knew. The appearance of a second unknown had her hobbling backwards. She really wasn't sure about this. If a nightmare inhabited this island it meant that others were likely to come here too. Swimming off the island wasn't exactly going to happen. She would probably be unable to swim with her left front leg the way it was. "Jewell not want more, jewell just want go back to pack." there was a quietness to her voice now but the accent was still so thick she couldnot be mistaken for anything but foreign. She didn't even know what she had done wrong this time. Then another came upon the scene. She could recognize the scent but didn't know the face really except in passing. Her yelling at her added to her already confused look. Did she do something wrong to make Faite's friends angry at her too? She didnt understand. The only thing she knew to do to make it better was to apologize. "Jewell is apologize, Jewell not mean to make anger. Don't understand why anger though." Her voice did not hide her confusion over everything right now. Then there came a feeling wash over her as her bicolored eyes met the form of Rory, it was as though everything would be better soon and that she could just go home soon. He was here to take her back to Faite. A feeling of relief passed through her but the name of such feelings evaded her. In fact at the moment she mistook it for something else as her heart clenched and seemed to skip a beat. Her fur flattened and she couldn't help the tears that spilled from her eyes. This meant the nightmares couldn't touch her now. As he moved she paused her breaths. He would explain it right? It took but a second for him to make it close and she was upon him. She aimed to put her much smaller head in his chest fur and just let loose her breath she'd been holding. He smelled like home, safety and most importantly it was a scent she would never forget again. She took her comfort from that scent in the moment. Rory was one of few she knew in the pack and now there was a feeling inside her she thought was a romantic sort of feeling. His voice as deep as it was was shelter in itself. He was safety. She clutched her leg to her chest and kept it from his form touching it. His question she answered with a breathless whisper. She knew him best of all here so she could trust him. She knew French would do her no good so she'd habe to make due with broken up English. "Jewell tried make new friends but Ariet lore and Ganta lore are nightmare. Ariet eat Jewell's leg. Then Ariet lore confuse Jewell, climbed on Jewell and hurt Jewell. Jewell not understand what did wrong..... just want go back to pack...... stay in pack.... not leave Rory side again...... not go adventure again Jewell promise." did she blame herself? Yeas she did. She had t o of done something wrong to make Ariet so angry with her. Rory would know, he had to. Faite taught him everything she was sure. She didn't even try to hide her shaking or her tears. She only tried to stay against Rory and keep her head and nose burried in his fur. Walk, "Talk" Think

The brute had blood covering his maw, the scent of a second femme on his coat. While his newest little pet probably thought that she had been left alone, no, Forsaken was merely ensuring that his other little female captive didn’t run off. His golden eyes glittered with madness as he walked back, especially as he caught the scents of other wolves. Ahh… so someone found his little hide away for his slaves, hmm? He could feel his nails biting into the soil, his ears flicked forward with interest. Perhaps they’d dare try to punish him? The thought of receiving pain… ah what a glorious thought.

He arrived to find not one, but four strangers present, and the male grinned wickedly from ear to ear. “Jewell, leaving so soon? Just when I was getting your playmate into prime condition too.” His teeth flashed, revealing the blood upon them as he looked at the two wolves between Jewell and the other yearlings. One was but a yearling himself… and the other and older femme… though only slightly. Forsaken was the senior of them all.

“Guess my little present for Ganta is spoiled now.” He tried to pout, but what came out was a maniacal laugh instead. “Ahh such a shame… but perhaps the four of you could… be entertaining.” He licked his bloodied teeth, particularly eying the femmes as his tail moved back and forth.

Levi only poked Mammon with his nose as she stepped forward, just watching her take her turn from the background. And then another wolf would come into view and try to separate them as a group. "Settle down little girl." He spoke teasingly, "We're only trying to help." He kept his foolish grin through the entire interaction, that was until a young man came in between them all yet again. He stood tall, as if threatening to Levi and his sister. And though he was taller than the boy himself, Levi didn't hesitate to stand his own ground, a bristle in his back. An immediate change in expression to annoyed that he couldn't have his own little fun. "I'm used to wolves looking down on me. Don't think that you have me running in the other direction." Anytime the colorful fae spoke he cocked his head sideways. Was the girl stupid or something? Did the wolf who did this to her knock her around a little too hard? "She's been raped dipshit." He pinned his ears slightly to the new alpha, "How are you supposed to help her if you don't even know what's wrong." Did this kid not know what sex was? It was on Levi and Mammon's list of sins, as well as being so young to find these ways to please themselves. Jesus, another one? Yet this time the male who approached was much older than group this time. He was implying that he had done this to the girl, his own wicked sounds and expressions. As his eyes would hit his Ava, Levi wouldn't wait a hot second before stepping in front of her getting ready to protect her with his life. He wasn't liking this alpha man but they both had wolves to protect. He would work with him now if he had to. Walk "Levi" Think

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If Mammon had been capable of pity she would have felt it for the poor pitiful creature before her, as resplendent as her pelt was the girl was clearly traumatized, taking a startled step back as the vixen approached. She spoke in a softness that did nothing to negate her thick accent and though she hid it Mammon was elated, she had always imagined that those who struggled with the common language were woefully under prepared to deal with deception.  Though she agreed with her brother's statement she would have worded it more carefully, and as her jaw parted to try and repair any damage his thoughtless inflection may have done to their deception she found she would have no more chances to ply her trade. She bit down on the growl that threatened to pull from her throat as a woman, only slightly older than herself, placed herself between them and their prey. Another yearling would join the scene shortly after, both the new comers smelt of many wolves and she had to surmise they were of a pack.  That gave Mammon pause, even if only for a moment, as much as it was her and Levi against the world she wasn't sure she was ready to get involved with a pack... yet. She remained silent this time, as much as she felt words were more her thing than her brother's he was definitely the brawn's of the two of them and she trusted his ability to back up his words.  Still another would join them and though Mammon had been eyeing up the speckled woman, calculating,this new comer would pull all of her attention. He spoke in such a way that was familiar to the girl, it was their own way with words and she recognized in him a legitimate threat, unlike the two before him. Her lips curled as she turned to face him directly, she would not turn her back on such a one. She stepped into line with her brother, she appreciated his protectiveness but she would not cower behind him, ears pulling back into a fearsome mask of seething hatred. She could feel his leering gaze upon her like a hot iron.  "Try me." She hissed, baring fangs in a clear display of her willingness to fight back. "I fucking dare you. " Walk "Levi" "Ava" Think

A lot had been going on and it was making Frost a bit overprotective in general of the pack. Though he had faith in Rory he was young and would need the extra help until he experienced enough to run on his own. Being one of the adults he felt he needed to help out and he would unless it was requested otherwise. Frost had been patrolling the borders when he came across a fresh trail of Rory's, leading out of the pack lands. Curiosity got the best of them and he fell in suit fallowing the young male. Soon another pack member's scent mingled with Rory's making Frost even more curious. He continued to fallow to the beach and the tracker didn't take much to figure out they both went in the water. Plunging in the long legged wolf swam to the shore of the island, pulling himself ashore and shaking out his pelt. Lifting his nose he tested the air to find the trail again and fallowed. Then more scents joined, along with the strong smell of blood and fear. It was so strong it made his hair stand up. Then his ears picked up on voices catching the last bit of Jewell speaking to Rory about what happened. He hurried his pace and saw the group just as the brown and white male came onto scene. His actions and words told everyone that he was the villain behind this crime. Pausing he looked around until his eyes fell on the hobbling Jewell. She wasn't currently walking, but the way she was holding her leg the male easily knew something was wrong. Coming from a family of healers did give him a better idea to injuries. Then blood staining her back legs and the snappy reply from the other yearling male made Frost's eyes narrow dangerously. Tall form currently towered over all that was gathered, though he knew Rory would eventually be taller then himself. His redish eyes focused on the brown and white male before swiftly closing the distance between him and the group. Coming up beside Jewell and Rory both and nodding towards Leshia. "Rory, Leshia, get her home to the healers. I'll be along shortly," he said lowly his eyes still focused on the brown and white male (Forsaken). Currently he wasn't worried about the two other yearlings, they seemed to be against the other older male. "Talk" | 'Think'

Leshia glared at the male as he called her a little girl. Why were all these yearlings so bloody tall? Speaking of bloody tall yearlings she felt a rush of relief as Lirim's new alpha appeared. Good, now things were at least somewhat even. She'd been raised as a fighter before her interests took her down the path of a hunter but even then she wasn't sure she could win in a two on one fight. Ruaidhrí spoke and she smirked. "I was wondering who'd been following me, don't worry about it, I'm glad you're here." Leshia didn't know much about Jewell but the manner in which the other spoke was… certainly strange. Her nostrils flared as she picked through the tangled scents, her stomach dropping every moment until the strange male stated what she feared. Rape. It made her sick to think of it and she was about ready to take the young mans statement as a confession except the scents didn't line up.

As if that wasn't bad enough another male showed up, older, and stinking of cruelty… and Jewell. A vicious snarl ripped from Leshia's lips. There was no mistaking it. "Alpha, that's him. That's the rapist, the scents match up. Please tell me we get to crunch his face off." She was somewhat relieved to see the other female yearling turn on the strange male. Good. It would make things easier if the culprit was short on allies but she couldn't be a hundred percent sure. Thankfully Frostbite showed up. They would tear this man limb from limb though at Frostbite's words Leshia found herself nodded. Right, they needed to take care of Jewell first. She turned to Jewell moving to stand at the girls other side. "Jewell we're going home, lean on me." She offered her shoulder, hoping the other would understand. When they got to the water she'd take the other girl on her back and swim back to the main land… oh boy that was going to be a swim but she was going to make it. If just for the satisfaction of making sure the pile of horseshit that was this criminal could watch his quarry be taken away to safety while he couldn't do anything about it. She turned to Frostbite and the alpha. "Right then, bring me back a souvenir."

"Talk"

Rory's nerves calmed only slightly as he took in the ragged form of his friend as tears spilled from her eyes. His ears were stilled trained on the yearlings behind him to stay aware of their movements, but he easily let Jewell press herself against him as she buried herself in his chest fur. Ears flicked backwards in irritation as she explained her rough journey between this Ariet hurting her and something about nightmares. She mentioned another name too, but he couldn't smell another adult on her pelt which was confusing for him. Mostly the sole thing he could focus on was that she was going to be home with them soon so long as they could get her across the water. His attention turned back to the other male yearling as he spat out the word rape, including it with an insult, but at that point in time Rory couldn't formulate any words. Raped. How the hell was he supposed to fix that? The sound of another approaching had him quickly pulling himself away from Jewell to turn his back to her and face the newcomer with a snarl slowly forming on his face. Now that he had his pack mate practically back in his custody he was reluctant to let anything else happen to her. He was on edge and less than welcoming of anymore strangers joining them. The male's smell quickly reached him and his hackles bristled instinctively as he recognized it to be the one that covered Jewell. It was satisfying to see the other male stand in front of his sibling. He didn't entirely trust the odd pair, but at least they had a common enemy at the moment. Leshia's words caused him to pause as he stared down the older male and his gaze averted to her only briefly. "Yeah, we're gonna do more than that if I can help it." The yearling hadn't often gotten a chance to be angry about anything in Lirim, but at the time his blood was beyond boiling. He was out for blood now. He would have attacked the brown and white male then and there if a familiar face hadn't caught his attention. His gaze drifted to Frostbite as he came over and immediately started telling them to get Jewell home. He glanced toward his rainbow friend, but he wasn't ready to leave so easily. While he appreciated Frost's help, to him it felt like it was his battle and situation to solve. "No Frost, I've got this." He insisted with a tone that said he wasn't taking no for an answer. "If I'm lucky I'll bring you back an ear or something Leshia." With that his ears flattened firmly against his skull and his shoulders rolled forward to bunch the loose skin protectively around his neck. His stance widened to shoulder width apart as his weight rested evenly on all four paws and his claws dug into the ground. His snarl was already bunching the skin around his eyes as he glared at the male who'd hurt Jewell. With that Rory darted forward to try and close the short 7 foot gap (I'm assuming the group is pretty close to each other) between them. He angled himself slightly towards his (Rory's) left and his shoulder aimed right toward's Forsaken's trachea while trying to ram Forsaken backwards with his chest. At the same time Rory's open jaws aimed straight for Forsaken's eyes as his upper right incisor was pointed towards Forsaken's right eyeball in an attempt to pierce it. His bottom jaw aimed to find purchase in the other male's bottom jaw right by where the jawline met the cheek. Ruaidhri vs Forsaken for FORCE CLAIM Round 1 of ? Height - 42" Build - Light Walk, "Talk" Think

And the winner is...

Ruaidhri! Due to Forsaken not posting within the allotted time, the fight has defaulted in Ruaidhri' favor. Forsaken must give up by submitting or passing out, and Ruaidhri's force-claim is successful.