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[BloodBrother]

I'll think of something for Anarchy. . .In time LOL}

[abandoned.]

Ransom & Legacy

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The two siblings walked back to camp, Legacy supporting her brother as he leaned against her. She didn't care about the blood that was rubbing off into her pelt or the fact that Avarice's seemed to smear some of his off onto her. She could wash it off later, once Ransom was inside his den and finally resting.

It seemed to take ages until the two reached the camp, but they did soon enough. Legacy led her brother to his den, walking slowly as he limped alongside her, his ears at half mast, while her's were flat against her head. It was obvious she worried for her brother. Finally, the two reached the alpha's den and Ransom sank down to the ground gratefully. Legacy whined softly, pressing her face into his neck. "What were you thinking, trying to fight two Sins?" she asked, her voice slightly harsh and reprimanding. As she spoke, the sister checked the dark brown brute for any serious or deep wounds, only finding his shoulder wound. She sighed, relieved. Nothing too serious. He would just need to rest a few days. Legacy began cleaning the wounds and soon enough she was done. "Promise me you'll rest for a few days. Until your shoulder heals," she said to Ransom, a hint of authority making it's way into her voice. She never used the tone, unless Ransom was being impulsive and difficult or when she needed someone to listen to her when she was helping them. After the alpha sighed, he nodded in agreement, grumbling under his breath. "Good," Legacy said, ignoring the grumbling afterwards, as she turned to leave. "I'm going to go hunting and clean off my fur." With that, the disputant was gone.

[avarice.]

Avαrіςε
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"Love is blind, and Greed insatiable."
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Silence filled the forest around Avarice’s limp body. The brute had exhausted himself too much, getting much too carried away. How disgraceful was this? Master would be so disappointed to see one of his sins so weak and damaged. It brought shame to the brute.

The only movement from the sable pelted brute was the rising and falling of his rib cage as he breathed. Just as things seemed so quiet, the sounds of screeching rose. The grey sky had black dots circling around. Buzzards. One swooped down and hopped across the ground towards Avarice’s body. Head turning as it examined him, it let out a screech and spread its wings. Just as it did so the other two dots above it came swooping down. One landed upon the ground like the first while the second landed on the sins side.

Vεrіτу
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Heading back to the pack grounds, Verity had her ears laid against her crown. She felt so useless, she hadn’t helped in anyway to stop the fight. Legacy did and so did another sin. All the afe did was stand and hide looking on ahead, watching. With a sigh, she looked forward to see the grounds. Legacy caught her eye as she walked passed and had a specific expression upon her face.

Ears slightly perking up, she tilted her head a bit but didn’t ask her friend if Ransom was ok. Instead she headed off towards her den, to rest. Her claws dug into the dirt leaving score’s in it. Arriving finally, she walked inside and laid down by the entrance. Her head lay down upon her paws and she closed her eyes listening to the world around her.

[abandoned.]

Legacy padded through the forest silently, keeping her ears pricked and alert as she headed toward the lake to clean off the blood. The female shook her head, sighing. It seemed like a lot had already gone on and she hoped she didn't have to worry about anything else, except for her brother. In a way, she was thankful that the Sin of Pride had stopped the fight, though she didn't understand what he said. 

As she walked, lost in her own thoughts, something in her peripheral caught her attention. She turned her head in the direction and slowed down her pace. It was a sable colored wolf. As she neared, she could see it was the brute from earlier. The Sin who would've killed her brother. She stood a few feet away, studying him from afar. Even from where she was standing, she knew that his wounds were serious. Legacy tried to turn away, change course, and continue to walk, but the disputant couldn't, knowing that he would need help. She growled quietly to herself, frustrated with herself and her inability to not help a wolf in need. 

So, the female turned back around and walked towards Avarice, cautiously. Once she was sure that the brute was unconscious, she checked him all over for wounds, finding the serious neck wound Ransom had given the brute, as he had given him the shoulder wound. Once she had found all the wounds, Legacy proceeded to clean them off, before she dragged him by the scruff of his neck of what she assumed was his den.

[avarice.]

Avαrіςε
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"Love is blind, and Greed insatiable."
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The sudden sight of a wolf set the buzzards flying into the air. Perching on a tree not too far form once they were, they looked down watching the blood stained fae approached the unconscious sin, tending to his wounds. They screeched as they perched disappointed that they couldn’t have an easy meal anymore.

The faint feeling of movement filled the brute’s senses. He was lost in his mind. Darkness, silence, corruption. Just as things seemed to loss all glimpses of hope, a light appeared. It was small, but none the less a bright white. Not thinking twice, Avarice’s conscious started to move forward. Starting off in a walk, then progressing into a trot till it burst into a full run. The light grew brighter and larger until it engulfed him. A distinctive voice roared through his mind. “Avarice …. it’s not your time. Follow your desires. Status, Power, Wealth, Love …. Your Greed.” The voice trailed off into an echo, and the light disappeared.

The sudden feeling of pain shot through his body. The sin blinked and with every one, tried to regain his normal sight. It wasn’t long before he saw the world once again. Looked around him, Avarice saw the interior of a cave, his den. The only question that lingered was how he got here. Had he moved or did something move him?

With a snort, he lifted his head and just as the sin did the sight of a wolf surprised the sin. With a growl, Avarice didn’t even wait to figure out who it was. "Who are you. What do you want..” These questions echoed through then cave and were the only words that came out the maw of the lupine.

[abandoned.]

Legacy looked down at Avarice. "Stay still," she growled in irritation. She still didn't understand why she was helping this brute who had aimed to kill her brother. Once she was sure that he was okay, she stepped away from him. "You don't need to know," she muttered, turning to leave. Already, she knew that she would probably be coming back to check on the brute to make sure he was doing okay. "You'll have to rest and let yourself heal," she said, stopping. "That means you probably won't be able to hunt..."

[H o w l i n g]

Ketamine
"The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction."

It didn't take the hellion long at all to reach the spot in which the young hare had been slaughtered. A wolves scent made the area reek, and the brute stared ahead, at a tree. The juvenile hares scent was coming from right behind it, and as it was the location in which the packwolves odor was the strongest, he assumed that was where she was hiding. "Come out, come out, cowardly mutt." Ketamine taunted in a dark, snide tone. The brute was ready for anything. Anything, that is but the howl that reached his ears.

The sound of it vibrated around in his mind, and he knew instantly it the was a call from Pride. Oh, how he hated his fun to be interrupted, but even as the most original sin, pride had no control over the true meaning of wrath. He did, however, have some influence on Keta's mood.. A negative one, which lead the hellion to let out a low snarl of frustration. He hadn't forgotten about the cowardly fae, but he was concentrating on the meaning of Prides warning. Were all the seven daemon sins in this territory? He had easily caught the scent of a few, but not all. Did the Master have something planned for them all? The sin shook the inquiring thought from his skull, letting his crimson orbs to once again focus on the tree.

"Well, are you going to continue to tremble like a pup who has daymares behind that evergreen or will you come out for a.. friendly" Ketamine spat the word, obviously despising it. "Conversation?" The fur along the brutes nape started to bristle with anticipation, eager to toy with the females conception of reality. With lowly creatures with little or no intellect, it was easy to just look at them, or make a sound to throw them into such an ire that they would ruthlessly attack all those around them, while the sin was present. Canines however, they took a little more convincing to turn them on those they cared for and loved. You had to twist their mind, their very soul into allowing itself to be consumed by the power of wrath.

Ooc - .

[west ,]

[.R u e .]

"Nobody calls me a coward." Growled Rue, stepping out from behind the tree to face the massive wolf who was at least a head bigger than her. Her eyes burned with fury. She hated being called a coward. "Now get off my Pack's territory before I rip you to shreds." Her ears were flat against her neck. I don't stand a chance against this wolf. I'm not the best fighter! she thought to herself. You may not be the strongest, but you are the fastest. Rue remembered what her mother told her when she was just a small pup.

"You may not be the strongest puppy, but you are the fastest in your litter." mother whispered, nuzzling Rue's soft, fluffy puppy fur. "Look mama!" squealed Rue, "I'm the fastest wolf in the whole forest!" she began darting over her birth den, over her brothers and sisters... And mother.
Rue snapped out of her thoughts and began to circle the stranger, snarling at him and trying not to seem scared. Her muscles were bunched, ready to leap if he charged at her.

[avarice.]

Avαrіςε
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"Love is blind, and Greed insatiable."
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Just as the fae was starting to leave, it finally hit him like a ton of bricks. This wolf was the one from earlier that tackled him. There was no way now that he was going to let her leave without saying it for herself. Avarice stopped his growling and looked at Laegacy with an intense expression. A very sly grin slipped onto the maw of the sin and he chuckled. "You know something? I just noticed I remember you. Seeing as I do and you’re the specific feeble wolf that butted in, I can’t’ allow you to leave.”

The sin forced himself up and walked over to Legacy standing directly in her way. Lowing his head, Avarice stared her down with his gold hued eyes. Just as quick as that grin appeared, it disappeared. "Why did you help me. I didn’t ask nor do I want your help. If you hadn’t noticed by now, you just went against your own pack, helping a sin.”

[abandoned.]

Legacy looked at Avarice, stopping when he blocked her way. She growled quietly, her ears at half-mast. "Good to see you remember." The female stepped around Avarice, pushing past him. His words made her stop though and she thought about it. Idiot, was what she could think of herself. She sighed and looked at him, shrugging. "I can't help but help others," she said. 

((WB Dx))