I'll take another hit to the backbone His paws had brought him far from Auster. His sights were set upon retrieval and destruction. There were reasons his sons had not been allowed to come, reasons they would learn when he returned victorious. He would have their mother and every slave he could find in toe, or freed. Like hell he would leave them to these disgusting bitches. For that's all they would be to the bruiser. His eyes set on the encampment his son had drawn for him, the icy landscape hiding it almost perfectly. It had taken him a while to find but he had finally found it. He stood on a spot overlooking it as the sun kissed it for the morning light. This would be the last morning these bitches had. He wasn't letting a single slaver live. They had crossed the wrong man, taken the wrong woman and man. He could see the camp starting to come to life and he breathed a plume of heated air from his wrinkled nose. Eyes narrowed on one form he could see in the confinements. His prize today. A fiery female with white and black kissing her beautifully small form. His ears pinned and he lowered his head. A silent signal. Ruby quickly took off from his shoulder armor where she had perched to avoid the night winds. Her mission was simple, give a glimpse before the actions of Bae as he had planned. Her form flew and he knew her goal before even the others. Her intelligence would be key today. She would get the locks off cages and be silent about it while Bae did his work. At that he did move, his dog faithfully on his heels. Both lashed their tails and snarled as they skulked to the camp. And even as the guards caught sight his plans were already in motion. As they attempted to stop him with words those snarls would grow into roars. Roars that told Ruby to begin. Bae burst forth, a monster into the camp. His dog and him working in tandem, teeth ripping flesh, blind rage unleashing upon the camp. He cared not who had families or children here today. They had all done wrong. As he assaulted the camp, Ruby was easily able to land on the confines that held Lucy, her knowledge of what Bae wanted in the end bringing her to conclusions of freeing Lucy first. Her squawk quiet to catch the attention of Lucy, if the ruckus just outside the camp gates already hadn't. Her beak then set to work breaking the locks and freeing Lucy. In her opinion Bae might need her, but neither knew the damage that might of already been done. She was only guessing based on her knowledge of the woman prior. Bae had been set on by eight males in this time. His jaws clamped on one and tossed with the rage of a demon who had been brought from hell itself. Every ounce of Asmodeus blood in his veins had been awakened for this lot of bastards. Nothing but snarls and roars came from his lungs. His dog less vicious but just as angry kept as many as he could off Bae's back though he knew he could only do so much. Blood was painting the ground and Bae could hear screams and yelps of terror and pain in his ears, but his sole purpose was getting Lucy or dying trying. Even as their numbers dwindled he knew he wouldn't be done yet. As he dispatched one though a deep guttural laugh caught his attention and he turned to face the large brute that now slunk towards him from the camp. From what he could figure this must be their leader. His tail lashed and lips peeled as he shot at the male. Their chests clashed and they were on their hind legs, jaws biting at each other. Flesh tearing on both as they battled. Bae only roaring each time blood was spilled from him. They were locked in combat with each other as his bird covertly did her best to break locks and free prisoners and slaves, searching for two in particular. Walk, "Talk", Think I'm picking up the heat like an atom bomb

Lucette had seen him, a glimpse of her son when he had mapped the terrain of her captors. The woman hadn’t said anything, hadn’t shown any signs of knowing someone was there. She knew that Gavroche had let her see him on purpose, a sign of reassurance that help would soon be on the way. Lucy had no doubts that the moment Bae-Syl got the news he would be on his way here, and with it would follow the fury of a man who would destroy everything to protect those he loved. All she needed to do was bide her time until he arrived, and continue to ensure that these brutes did not get the easy pickings that they hoped she’d be.

If it hadn’t been for Beauregard, and attempting to help her packmate, Lucette wouldn’t have been caught at all. They had been jumped, and she had every opportunity to run while he fought, but the idea of leaving him there was unthinkable. Fangs flashed and snarls rang out as they beat the man down, and Lucette, though she too had fought, had been restrained under the threat of them killing Beau if she didn’t cooperate. So she played nice until they got her here. Any males that had tried to get close were met with fire and venom. Loyal to Bae, she refused to allow any of these bastards the satisfaction of taking her.

With as much blood as she spilled for her size, she was placed in a “special” lockdown area alongside some other wolves. The others were all men, fighters that had proved themselves dangerous. All of them had been starved to break their spirit and sap their energy, but Lucette hadn’t reached the point of breaking yet. She conserved her energy, scarfed what little they gave her to keep her alive. She knew Bae-Syl would come. He’d come and these bastards would pay for what they had done. She had no idea what had happened to Beauregard, if he was still here… she could only pray that he was.

A commotion drew the attention of guards, snarls ringing out from across their camp. Lucette sat up, ears pricked forward as a smile touched her fast. She knew, even without seeing him, that it was Bae-Syl. “Get them, love.” He was going to be in a shit state after fighting so many… hopefully these slavers had the brains to keep some herbs around for themselves. Wingbeats caught her attention, gaze shifting to Ruby as the bird landed on the cage and pulled the mechanism that kept it closed from the outside. Like a shot, Lucy bolted from the wooden structure. “Thanks Ruby!” She knew Bae-Syl would want her away from the fighting, but she wanted some revenge on those who had stolen her freedom.

Paws hit the earth hard as she charged toward the sounds of the fighting, bracing herself for what she might see.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

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I'll take another hit to the backbone Bae knew when Lucy was free. The repeated squawking of Ruby was the give away. He and his companions had worked this out together previously. If Bae-Syl had felt too beat to keep going that was his signal. Though Bae-Syl was too high on adrenaline and bloodlust in the moment. Blood coated parts of him. There was at least four dead wolves he had personally dispatched. His hock was a a bloody mess from his thigh, but he cared not. His jaws were working on flaying the massive brute he was locked in combat with. His own shoulders, and neck were a bloody mess. He could hear his dog yelp as a crack sounded but he had no time to save him right now. His tail was raised in dominance and it seemed not even the Brute's own forces would step in on the blood bath Bae-Syl had ensued in. Whether it was out of respect or stupidity Bae wasn't sure. His earpinned as he went to force the brute back and in the samemotion an opening was made. His jaws closed on the brute's throat and bae forced him on his back as he started thrashing beneath Bae. All that thrashing would do him no good. Bae snarled through clenched jaws and his head and neck started working. His own body starting to thrash. The tearing of flesh was a beautiful sound to his ear as he flung the large chunk of the brute's throat. His eyes narrowed and finally after what felt like lifetimes they locked on a set of emeralds. A quick glimpse was all he spared himself though as he rounded on the other males that had come to fight but were slowly dwindling. His dog had his front leg hanging limply but was still on a pair. Time to even the score for him. Bae was off leaving bloody paw prints in his wake but adrenaline surged through his veins keeping him from caring about the pain or his injuries. Ruby was setting more free he could hear but his prize was already free so he didn't care even as females and males ran from the camp behind him with tails tucked and bodies kept low. Ruby was doing her bit, thats all that mattered, even if he died here today, he had gotten as many free as he could. Walk, "Talk", Think I'm picking up the heat like an atom bomb

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The smell of blood was thick in the air, bodies littered around the camp as Lucette came upon the scene. Both Bae-Syl and his dog were injured… and Divinities above Bae looked bad. Yet adrenaline pushed him onward, snarling and facing each opponent in his wake. Very little wolves were left to face him now. Lucy gritted her teeth, charging in with fangs bared as kept near Bae and bristled at those who remained. Anger flashed in her eyes as she spoke, her voice low and angry. “You lost this fight! Your leader is dead, and if you don’t want to end up the same, you’ll run with your tails between your legs!” She spat with venom. Bae-Syl and his dog were tangoed with more fights, but one of their opponents broke away, rounding on her.

“You think we’re afraid of a pair of injured mutts and a starved bit–” Then came a flash of ashen cream and black fur. A new snarl ripped through the air and Lucette’s eyes widened as she saw Beauregard fell into the new guy. Judging by how he held one of his legs, the bone was either broken or fractured. Dried blood was crusted upon it from when the raiders had injured him. Lucy’s eyes flashed… dammit… this was all to the death then, wasn’t it?! Cursing the tiny fae broke away from the brawls. She didn’t want any of them getting distracted trying to protect her.

The snarling of the fights continued behind her as she rushed to where the raiders kept their supplies. Hastily paws dug through blankets, moved weapons, determined to find things to tend their wounds. There wasn’t a lot she could do for the legs, but with fresh water and the blankets she could clear wounds and make makeshift bandages. If she got lucky she’d find some herbs as the men finished things off. Her heart hammered in her chest, anger flicking through her as more of the slaves ran from the camp to their freedom. As much as she was glad they were free… she damned their cowardice for not assisting those who tried to free them. Canteens were moved to one side with a couple of blankets - likely for the leader - and a dagger to cut them. She found a small pouch that smelled of herbs but upon inspection they had become bad…

Fuck… was she really going to have to try and help them get home with barely being able to treat them?

"Speech!"

Everything had gone from bad to worse before Beauregard had the chance to wrap his head around what was going on. First Norad, Tan and the others getting sick, and now… this.

How long had he been here in this cage, Beauregard wondered? His blue gaze shifted to the sturdy wooden structure and blew a snort through his nose. It had been some time at the very least. His trip to accompany Lucette had only meant to be a formality, at most to chase away ballsy predators that might prey upon her tiny size. He hadn’t expected those predators to be wolves, nor for them to come in such numbers. At first he had expected retaliation for the back and forth battles between Ethne and Raider’s Hollow… but these wolves were different. Unaffiliated. And that had made them even more dangerous.

Wanting to protect Lucette, Beauregard sprang into action. The Kedieo woman was smaller than he was and more delicate, a higher risk than himself. But he understated the strength of his enemies… and their numbers. It didn't take long for them to subdue him, a horrific cracking of bone and a scream of pain still vividly playing in his mind. The pain lingered now, not that he had received any treatment for the injury. A heavy sigh passed Beau’s lips. What had he managed to protect…? Thankfully his children hadn’t been present, but now he and Lucy were slaves… and she had only been caught because they had threatened him. Damn it all…

Minutes ticked by, Beauregard’s focus on the part of the cage that kept him prisoner. But then all of a sudden things became more lively. Snarls, curses, and shouting could be heard as someone dared to cross into the camp who wasn’t welcome. Beauregard shifted, ears perked as his blue gaze narrowed. Rescuers, perhaps? Had someone from Polaris figured out where they were? He rose, waiting, hoping, eager to break free and aid them. But unless he was released from the cage that wasn’t going to happen. His tail lashed back and forth, gaze narrowing as he waited.

Until at last it was his turn to be freed.

Beauregard burst forth from the cage as a familiar bird from the pack’s territory pulled the mechanism that opened it. He went straight for the sounds of the fighting, ignoring those who were rushing past him in a scramble for freedom. Beauregard bristled, soon seeing Bae-Syl and his companion bloodied, as well as Lucy free being put down by one of the damned bastards that had kept them. Even on three legs Beauregard carried himself towards the male with parted jaws, a snarl as he slammed into him and clamped his fangs down on the other male’s muzzle.

They went crashing to the ground, pain flaring up from his leg as Beau grunted onto his opponent’s face. The other male was thrashing, trying to pull away, which only further irritated his injury. With the aid of adrenaline Beauregard held on and started to thrash his head back and forth, hoping to tear and rip into the other man’s flesh before he released him.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

I'll take another hit to the backbone Bae didn't give two fucks who stayed or went, if he died or survived. All he cared was that Lucy and Beauregard got their freedom and got their asses home. His language was all snarls and battle rage right now. He could hear the words thrown at Luce, and he went to round on the basted that dared disrespect her, dared claim to have no fear, fuck his dog that was a lesson to be taught. Though the moment he turned he was slammed into, a snarl of frustration and hiss of pain coming from his lungs. The distraction had cost him. He could hear the rib as it cracked, but he was still in this shit. He'd thought his cousin the demon king, but in this moment every drop of Asmodeus blood in his veins was showing. He may of forsaken the name but one couldn't run from their blood. He rounded on his assailant and dug fangs into his face, a quick movement ripping flesh from his face. Blood dripped from bae's jaws and he let the flesh drop with it as the bastard squealed and back peddled. Heh, served him right. These slavers had played with fire and were getting burnt. He ignored the pleading and with his eyes narrowed and tail lifted he stalked towards him. He wasn't letting him live. He lunged and went for the now terrified bastards throat. It wasn't hard. In fact taking life was easy for him in his state. His dog from a glance seemed to have one upped the two on him. Using his more miniscule size and speed to get the two to run into each other, and seemed the dog had backed up towards Beau. Good those two could work together. There were three still circling Bae and he gave a snarl, pulling his lips back and wrinkling his nose. He was fighting like he was possessed by the devil himself. He launched at one and had two biting into his side and hock as he clamped his jaws on the third's shoulder. He wanted to wrench it, to break it like his own had been before. He set to work ignoring the shit trying to drag him by his hock and the bitch trying to rip flesh from near his spine. They'd get their turns. Inside the camp ruby had set the last free and she had flown gracefully after Lucy. She aimed to land on her shoulder, trying to keep her already cold feet from the frozen ground as she set to making a cooing type noise and to preen Lucy's scruff. The bird had few she was affectionate with and Lucy classified. Though her distress had the bird worried. The bird obviously didn't like that she was still inside the slavers huts and camp. Walk, "Talk", Think I'm picking up the heat like an atom bomb

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Lucette’s heart hammered in her chest. She couldn’t give up. Maybe there were more herbs somewhere? Paws dug through their belongings, tossing them about. She could hear the fighting continue, silent prayers given that Bae-Syl, Jareth, and Beauregard would be alright. The feeling of a small weight upon her brought a gasp from the fae’s lips and she startled before realizing it was Ruby. She took several deep breaths, tears slipping down her cheeks as she recomposed herself.

“Ruby…” She called to the bird softly. Calm down, she told herself. Keep looking. A few more things were tossed aside before she noticed a bag she overlooked. Her heart soared with hope as she turned to it. Tearing it open, relief washed over her. There wasn’t a lot, but there was some marigold, horsetail and Tormentil. This would be enough. It had to be. Gaze lifted, a silent prayer sent to the deities to protect the males allied with her.

"Speech!"

Their fights continued. The male he was fighting broke away, and maybe that was for the better. As he retreated away from Beauregard the ashen cream male rounded on the ones that were attacking Bae-Syl. Gaze narrowed, he lunged for the one on his hock, taking advantage of his opponent’s lowered head to snap his fangs around their scruff. The wolf yelped, but Beauregard was already yanking and pulling, positioning his good leg in such a way that when the fool tried to rise they were struggling against the braced limb.

The slaver from before came back in his blindspot, and this time it was Beauregard’s turn to yelp as jaws grabbed his broken limb. Beau was dragged away from the other opponent, snapping towards the face of his attacker as he tried to get the bastard to release him. Blood trailed down his muzzle, and it seemed that this time the male wouldn’t let Beau get such a good grip on him. Beauregard gritted his teeth and pulled back against the slaver, a growl turning into a scream as he swiped dirt up into the eyes of the other.

His front half went down as he was released, cursing since he could see the one with the injured scruff advancing on him now. Fucking bastards didn’t know when to quit!

"Speech," 'Thought.'