Bane took shaky steps as he paced the bottom of his hill. He should get it over with, come clean. But no, it wasn't the bodily harm that would come from this or the fact that he might be exiled. What would happen to Tahlia, or his pups? What would happen if he went through with this? Would they be punished too? They shouldn't for they didn't have part in it, but still, what if they were exhaled too? Tahlia would have to look after three pups all by herself, feed them, teach them, watch after them. This had been gnawing at his body like an old wound, and perhaps it was, ever since he saw his son playing with his Tahlia born he could hardly sleep. It was all wrong, he didn't know, he didn't mean to do it.

With gasp of pent up nervousness, Bane took off for a place away from his den and away from his family. Loccain, Loccain was going to ask Alena about his story he'd told the Seracian healer. The day his Tahlia gave birth to two wonderful pups, the third was inquired about when the healer had seen him. He didn't tell all of it, when Loccain had asked, he never said how he took his child. Nako was taken unconscious and bleeding from his family, Bane being bitter at the fact that Alena would've probably tried to keep them all for herself. But Bane deserved a pup. He had already lost five. The elder Seracian knew he had to come clean to the one he respected and feared. With a nervous tilt of his muzzle, Bane called for Maverick and squeezed his eyes shut, a tear falling and blending into the snow.

?So pleased to see our Jester has returned to us,? he would state with a chortle. Pleased, he was not, but amused he was. A smirk passed his lips but soon faded as he noted the man's sullen appearance, and the tear that had left a trail upon his cheek. ?What seems to be the problem?? The King was mildly irked that it was Bane of all creatures taking up his time during a siege, but he would not let that show.. much. Tail twitched as he rocked onto his haunches, tilting his head and preparing for what he was sure would be a very well rehearsed story. Emerald eyes set upon the man who had a family and a beautiful wife - two things the very stubborn Maverick truly believed he didn't deserve. Such a pity, the fire that burned hot and white for Bane within his chest. It was small wonder it hadn't gone out yet, but it seemed i was determined to flicker on. ?speak,?

Bane observed Maverick come at his call, the elder beyond apprehensive and a quiver going through his body at his alphas words. The jester was shaking as he spoke, a sick feeling rising in his stomach as everything gushed out as quick as it could. "Maverick, Maverick I have done something terrible. I took a pup of Alena's, Nako. But he is also mine. I took him away from his family, like when I was young with the forest fire. Except i was the fire this time. And I lied to our Loccian. Why did I lie to our Loccian? She didn't have to be lied to. I told her I took Nako aside and asked him if he wanted to live with me. But I didn't, I scarred him, like the old covered burns on my muzzle and paws and stomach, right in front of his mothers eyes. Like with mine, except she was dead. And I have now called him a bastard, like with my adoptive father... this is... an unfortunate cycle." The words gushed out towards his alpha as tears leaked from his eyes and he collapsed onto the snow as his legs buckled. "I created myself, I created myself, I created myself." Bane shuddered and snarled into the snow, the jester curling up and biting at his legs and tearing at his chest. "It's all wrong. I was never going to kill him, I just said I would so I could take him." Bane braced himself for the pain and tore out patch of fur, a part of the scar of burned flesh on his chest being shown to his alpha. "Maverick help me, I've created myself. Scars when I was young, scars when he is young. I need help!" Bane roared the last word and sat seething in the snow, a sorrowful scowl on his face as he looked down at his paws and continued to cry.

"I wasn't going to kill him..." Bane trailed off and softly touched his forepaws together in thought. "Monster, it's what the other pups called me. And its true in more ways than one Maverick. I pray that you never have to feel to strips of flesh hanging from your body. Or the ticking and sizzling of skin being cooked, except it's your own." Bane sniffed his runny nose and peered up at his alpha. I've been so alone, so alone, and soon I will be gone." A sudden realization came to him and a look of awe overcame him upon discovering the fact, a sad smile appearing at the corner of his muzzle. "Maverick, you might not remember, but how were you found in the ashlands? Was a parent protecting your little forms with their own? Did Gerhardt ever tell you? I last saw Rancor running back when he told me to run. Can you try to remember?" This was so strange... both wolves having survived the flames of their youth.

Ooc: permission given by ral to pop in.

She would come back swiftly, decision made. Bane needed to be punished for this crime, it shouldn't be tolerated. Gliding over the lands quickly, head held high, a flame in her eyes. Upon nearing the Kingdom the wind would shift and bring the scent towards her, Maverick and Bane. Nostrils wold flare at it, paws moving quickly. And in no time she wouuld come upon the two, Bane in the snow whimpering and trying to get the King to soften on him. At least to her. She would catch all his words but it wouldn't change what would happen to him. "You say you weren't going to kill him, but you threatened to if Alena and her friend tried to interfere." Her voice would lack its usual friendly tone, serious and almost intimidating.

The man would try getting something out of King, but Loccian would finish closing the distance, coming up beside Maverick but then stepping in between them. She would cast a cold gaze to Bane before turning back to her King. "Maverick, he is trying to play a game, one I don't appreciate being pulled into." Her tail would lash behind her, tone serious and not pleased. "I have spoken to miss Alena. Bane interrupted a reunion with her pups after recovering from a horrible wound, took the child and threatened to kill him if they intervened, then had the nerve to scar him and walk off back here then be there for Tahlia's birth." She wold look back to Bane, backing up to stand beside Maverick. "I suggest maim then exile for his actions, this behavior should not be tolerated. Tahlia may take the children to see him when they can walk, but he shouldn't be allowed within the kingdom a second longer."

What he was hearing.. it didn't make sense. Confusion struck his face as he returned back to a standing position, tail swiping behind him. Bane had done something bad. He spoke of fires, and that he was the fire, and there was a child in there somewhere.. it all seemed like mumbo jumbo. Eyes narrowed as he tried to gather the gist of this story. Bane had taken a child that wasn't his.. and yet it was. He'd scarred the child and.. killed him? He started asking about Maverick's past, a past he knew damn well the King wouldn't be able to remember. He had tried so many times, that wouldn't change now. A sigh rang from his lips, muddied by a growl, as he tried to put this all together. Loccian strolled onto the scene - well, more like dashed. She came and brought a fiery temper with her, something Maverick wasn't accustomed to seeing. She stood between the Jester and King, inserting her two cents and clearing things up. She backed up beside him and gave her suggestion, one the King was only too eager to agree with. He'd wanted Bane gone upon their first encounter, and now it seemed the only logical solution to this mess. ?Thank you, Ambassador.? A growl resounded from deep in the pit of his chest, the all too familiar fire of hatred for Bane flickering brighter and hotter than ever before. ?You harmed a child, an innocent child. You have no home here in Seracia any longer. You are banished from these lands, but I don't feel that is enough. That child will live with the constant reminder of his bastard father and it's time you be given something to remind you of what a monster you are.? Maverick squared his legs, taking a stride forward to bring Loccian out of the line of fire if Bane chose to fight. All four legs bent slightly as his tail whipped out and upward behind him in dominance. Head lowered to become level with his spine as his ears lay back and his jaw tucked down toward his chest. Hackles slowly raised as he rolled his shoulders forward. ?Stand and fight me if you dare, or take your punishment like the man you never were.? This would be his one chance to decide if he wanted to face the King head on or take the punishment he would be given. Maverick v Bane for MAIM Round 0/? ooc; do you have a preference as to the type/severity of maim? I was thinking of blinding in one/both eyes but wasn't sure if that was too harsh or not

Bane's nose wrinkled and he sniffed back his tears, done crying, his attention turning to the just arrived healer and giving a sad blink. Loccian, such a good she-wolf, Bane muttering out a correction about the information told to Maverick. "Loccian, after all I've been through do you honestly think I would kill a pup, let alone one of mine? I didn't even get an honest look at Alena, only her friend. I should have said more about what happened over there but no, damage done, I've dug the hole too deep." Bane sniffed and gave a crack of his neck when being sentenced by his chief with a firm clenching of his eyes.... remembering... reflecting. Time to get over with. Judgement has been given. The Talutah wolf's fighting days were over, all the scars acquired over the years were tally marks, tally marks leading to a total where it just wasn't possible to fight back. Perhaps Maverick knew and saw this inability, perhaps he didn't.

He lay down in the snow with shaking legs an dazed gleam in his eye. "Do it Chief, I deserve it. I was dead the moment Rancor let me go. Dead the moment he probably saved you and your siblings lives. I came here because Rancor let me go. You are your fathers son Maverick. Your doing well. Just one thing... don't let Tahlia go out their all by herself. Let her stay." Bane shifted to look at Loccian, his words sincere, demeanor downcast and beaten. "Help take care of the pups for me Loccian and... could you not watch this... I don't want memory of this to be remembered when you see my family again, letting it effect how you treat them. Besides, your too clean to help me after this..." The Talutah wolf glared at Maverick, and spoke one final time. "I am the male I always was and will be, a lost breed. Consider this a final lesson, the word Talutah means bloody moon. Kind of fitting, I'm the last of the tribe, and, well, you can see where I'm metaphorically going with what I'm saying." Bane relaxed and awaited the maiming, his right side laying in the snow. "And... just like when I fought your father, be sure to let go when I stop moving if you put your jaws around my neck."

OOC NOTE: you may power play, Bane won't struggle much, remove an eye, gash his body a few times, and for irony's sake choke him unconscious when your done.

She would give a dip of her head when Maverick thanked her, holding back her own growl. She wasn't one to show her anger, to unleash it like a fiery mess. No, she would control it, not let it cloud her judgement. And so she would remain standing at the King's side, ears forward, waiting to find out what he would do about this problem. Before he would make a decision though, Bane would speak up. He would question her about if she really thought he would harm a pup, her nose would wrinkle at this question. She had thought he would clean up his act, but no, and he had lied to her when she did nothing wrong to him. He was capable of a lot of things. She would recline her head back when he brought up digging his hole too deep, indeed he did, she would not feel bad for him.

Then it came, Maverick would give the sentence, Seracia was no longer his home, banished and he would be marked to remember the monster he was. Yes, it was a good punishment, one the elder man deserved 100%. Upon the King moving forward Loccian would take a few steps back, out of the way of their fight but close enough in case he tried anything. She might not be able to do much but if she gave it all she got, the woman was sure she could make a difference.

Eyes would narrow when the man was given the choice to fight or take the punishment, he would lay low in the snow and continue talking about things that weren't relevant, as if he was trying to make Maverick feel bad. The only thing she could pick out was when he asked to not let Tahlia go out on her own, to let her stay here. Of course she would, the woman did nothing wrong, it was all Bane. It was just a shame that the children would possibly go without knowing or seeing much of their father.

His attention would turn her, making the woman roll her shoulders but not letting her gaze soften one bit. He would ask her to help take care of the children, and asked if she could not watch what would come. He didn't want this memory in her head whenever she looked upon his spawn, letting it effect how she treated them. Brows would come together at this, she was not that sort of woman, she would never treat children differently based on the actions of their parents, whether they were good or bad. They would be treated as though nothing had happened, it was the worst thing possible, to take it out on those who had nothing to do with such a thing. But even with all of this, he would call her too clean to help him. Maybe she was, but she would still help the children, even if he didn't want her to.

His words to Maverick would further disappoint Loccian, he was just going to take it, after all this time he had fought back. ?I will help raise them as if nothing happened, I'm not the type of woman to take such things out on innocent children.? She would say in a less angry voice, a bit more calm but still stern and upset.

It was now that she finally took a seat where she had been standing, leaving a nice distance between her and the two males. She would keep her head high, tail laying over her paws, body calm but eyes revealing she was still upset, but shone a bit of their original gentleness. "I will remain here till it's over, give one last act of kindness once this is over." Yes, she would not be going anywhere, she would stay here till the man blacked out or walked away. If he was knocked out and Maverick was finished, the woman would try to move the man away from the Kingdom, leave him in a small den with a small bit of prey for his new life till the end finally came. And if Maverick moved him then she would still leave the prey, maybe wait till he came too and offer him some herbs and explain how to apply them. Speak to him a moment about what should be told to Tahlia, what she should and shouldn't do now that he would be maimed and exiled. But that would be it, like she said, she would give him one last act of kindness.


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It was rare that such a dark and sinister side of Maverick would unleash itself, but it seemed Bane was capable of bringing it out of him. It seemed only fitting that its first appearance would be before its origin. A growl resounded from deep in his chest as the man lay down in the snow. It appeared this would be the first smart decision he ever made. He was going to take it like a man. The King prepared himself, letting a few of his defenses go because well, they weren't needed. Bane mumbled a few other things, talking about Talutah and giving one final lesson. The King only half-listened, instead plotting in his mind what he was going to do to the man. The child had lost something - his appearance, his safety. It seemed only fitting that Bane lose something even more important. His eye - that would be the loss. He moved forward swiftly, jaws delving downward into the flesh of Bane's exposed shoulder. He would remain there a split second before jerking back and hoping to remove anything he could. Next his attention would turn to the man's face, jaws primed and ready to remove the man's eyesight in his left eye - if not the eye itself. As he came into contact his widely spread jaws would close, narrowing in on their target as a canine sought to tear away part - or perhaps the whole - eye. He bit down hard enough to hopefully leave trailing scars toward the missing eye. Finally he drew himself away, the pungent smell of blood in the air. Finally jaws would reroute to Bane's neck, closing around his windpipe and holding on until - as he had suggested - Bane stopped moving. Finally he would draw himself away, speaking not a word to the now unconscious banished one, nor the Ambassador who had chosen to remain. The fire burned in his chest hot and white, but it was joined by something he knew to be satisfaction. Bane had finally gotten what was coming to him. Exit Maverick ?speak,?