Till the Clutches of Death Come~Semi-Lit, Accepting.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Never!" snarled Hellfire in return, lurching painfully to her paws on the wave of anger that Ravarica's words had sent through her. She hacked again and coughed up more blood, but she was barely heeding it. Her vision had narrowed, tunneling, and her head felt light. She swayed on her paws and dug her claws in so as not to lost balance, but she was losing consciousness fast. Who said Ravarica wouldn't kill her while she was down? Hellfire was determined to die fighting, but she might just die here and now from blood loss.

[Fat Unicorn]

"Maybe I shouldn't give you the glory of dying in battle.. nor shall I even think about granting you the gift of death. Instead-" a sick grin spread across Ravarica's face, "You shall live...." the steely-gray she-wolf's pelt was matted with not only her own blood.

[The Royal Mirage]

Tanga's ears perked at the words Ravarica spoke. The fight, was it over? She scampered to the den entrance and looked outside. The battlefield was bloodied and Ravarica and Hellfire were both horribly wounded, it would be extremely difficult to keep the two alive. Neither would be perfect again, not that they were before, but Ravarica would have to watch out with that neck wound for the rest of her life.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Hellfire grunted angrily, eyes narrowing as she fought to stay conscious. "This shall not be our last battle, will it, Ravarica?" asked the black and crimson fae. "We will keep fighting until I, or you, or both of us are dead." She flicked her tail, digging her claws further into the ground, wrenching them, using the pain to keep herself awake. "So be it."

[Fat Unicorn]

"And just who was calling me a leech earlier?" she snapped, orbs blazing, being consumed by the bloodthirsty fire. "Who said I was going to let you stay here?" Ravarica snarled, tilting her head. "Answer me."

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Even if you don't let me stay, Ravarica," said Hellfire sullenly, eyes glittering with hatred, "We both know that the male warriors in this pack are incompetent fools. Your borders are not so impenetrable that I will not be able to cross them, find you, and live to fight again."

[Fat Unicorn]

"There is only the mountain between us and White Kizi..." Ravarica hissed, being reminded of this fact by the dark spine rising out of the earth between the territories. "It's very hard to survive in there... and what makes you think Judaric would take kindly to an old Black Hunter?"

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Who ever said I would be joining White Kizi?" spat Hellfire distastefully. "I'll head south, or west, or north- no need to go through the mountains." She almost laughed at the thought of trying to join the rival pack- they'd kill her on sight. She had slain far too many of their own for pardon and acceptance.

[The Royal Mirage]

Vixen curled into Delano's side as the beta laid down. She felt comforted by the firm body and surprisingly warm fur, not entirely surprised when the beta wrapped an 'arm' around her. "Thanks," Vix whispered into the darkness and, after a minute without a reply, shut her eyes and drifted to sleep.

Delano watched the dove as sleep took her, before his eyes moved to his den entrance. He wondered why Judaric had not returned with the fae, but he didn't question her. Delano wasn't exactly sympathetic, but Vixen had looked almost forlorn, and it was a feeling that should not have crossed her admittedly beautiful features. He ran his claws through the velvety, short fur on her side absently, ears swiveling for signs of Judaric.

[Dr. Vineta]

"Judaric?.." Mist mumbled for she was week and needed to see him. She lay back down, her eyes still half open, and her white fur slowly flowing in the breeze that made it's way through into the medic den. "Judaric.." she mumbled again then shuffled her paw out from underneath herself for Judaric to take..