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<p>Skirting between the evergreens, Lux felt her fur prickle with that feeling of eyes upon her again - it seemed a common occurrence no matter where she went, and one would think she'd be used to it, having lived on the outskirts of the Mactibilis for the majority of her life. It was <i>different</i> when you were traveling alone however, that much was certain.</p>  <p>Pointed ears swiveled all around as she moved swiftly over the terrain, no particular destination in mind but <i>out</i> of this forest. The markers here were clearly laid; she was trespassing, and that was just her sort of luck. <font style="color: #7fc2c8;"><em>Maybe I'm quick enough,</em></font> She carefully assured herself, keeping light on her feet with her claws sheathed to further muffle her footfalls. </p>
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</div>Completely and utterly silent she would move with eerie grace, paws barely even whispering against the dry ground, the world seeming to hush around her as she passed. She wasn't a huge fan of this place, of these chosen lands but she had given her loyalty and therefor she would be staying... At least for the time being. She did not know where Newt was, or Persperone. But it didn't mean she couldn't be out on her own. As always she would move easily, eyes staring straight ahead and unblinking. That is until the sound of pawls interrupted the silence. Slowly she would halt, head raising to its normal stature while tail drifted behind her in it's usual 's' fashion. She would shift to her left, heading diagonally so that she could head her prey off. As usual she would allow her lower jaw to unhinge and soft, inaudible sonar pings to echo out. Ah... A new test subject perhaps...? Not one of the ones she had scented at the meeting, only two of them she hadn't known... And didn't smell of her king of their pack. <font style="color: #F6F6F7;"><em>'Trespasser...'</em></font> Erzsbet would throw the thought at the woman violently, hoping to shove the other woman's thoughts out of her mind and replace them with the one single word. Erzs would attempt to pull herself from the shadow of the trees and bar the woman's path. 

<font style="color: #262836; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #F6F6F7;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></div></div>
Substantial paws wandered across the estranged kingdom. What called to her was no the child who called himself a king or the deserted who ripped crowns from the unworthy. What she followed was her addiction. She had felt the brief and excruciating ambrosia of paroxysm washing threw her body in a wave she desired to feel electrify her soul over and over. That source had been the women she silently stalked.
Her companion had decided to wander the boarder and though she was confident in the women’s abilities to defend herself, she still felt the desire to silently trail her to ensure her safety. Soon enough trouble had found the duo.

The behemoth stood at a hearty forty-five inches to the shoulders. She had seen other wolves that towered as she did but non-quite reaching the generous size that her body had grown into. Her thick violet/gray coat had been groomed to allow the brighter colors to shine threw her duller grey/violet. Her tail danced behind her as she allowed her body to slowly inch closer to her companion and allow her coarse gaze to fall on the transgressor. Trespassing had been an automatic sentence to enslavement in her former kingdom and though she had yet to accept this home as her final resting place she was eager to defend the wolf she had considered belonging to her.

“Mice should sniff the ground before aimlessly walking into a vipers jaws.” She said with a hushed tone. Her voice flowing easily enough as to alert her companion she was close by as she closed the distance between the two. She allowed her violet fur to push possessively against the women’s ebony and alabaster coat. Her eyes looking at the transgressor like she was a slut touching something that didn’t belong to her. Her eyes said this is mine, paws off.
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<p>No such luck.</p> <p>Instead of <i>out</i> of the forest like she intended, it seemed that the territory simply expanded endlessly out before her, a labyrinth of trees and an ominous feeling that crept ever steadily in her wake. Suddenly, a voice boomed - and yet, she didn't <i>hear</i> it with her ears, though they pricked straight up instinctively as she halted and her limbs bent slightly in a crouch, maroon tail tucked between her hind legs as her eyes darted all around, searching for the one responsible.</p> <p>It had all but entirely invaded her mind in that one instant, and the bizarre sensation caused panic to rise in her chest. She <i>was</i> trespassing, and the residents here were dangerous indeed. <font style="color: #7fc2c8; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I-I'm sorry,"</b></font> Lux breathed as her gaze settled on a woman that slipped from the shadows to stand before her, unblinking and with long flowing fur that almost gave her a delicate appearance. She was <i>powerful</i>, though - Lux could almost feel it. <font style="color: #7fc2c8; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Was that you in my head?"</b></font> Despite her fear, she couldn't help but be a little bit in awe. This was the first time Lux had been on the receiving end of any sort of telepathy.</p> <p>A <i>giant</i> soon joined the welcoming party, leading the yearling to lower her body further, primed to run, her hackles rising and swarmed with small sparks - an outward display of her distress. She noted how the woman leaned possessively against the one with the long hair; lovers or friends or whatever, they were one in the same and she was certainly outnumbered in every sense of the word. <font style="color: #7fc2c8; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I'm not a mouse,"</b></font> Lux felt her jaw set as she spoke - if they intended to kill her, let them at least know that she was only scared, <i>not</i> a coward. <font style="color: #7fc2c8; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"My name is Lux, and I'm not here to cause any trouble."</b></font> That probably wouldn't matter much to them, but it was certainly worth a try.</p></font> 
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<P> As usual, Persephone was minding her own business, hanging and bouncing of some branches when a scent would invade her senses. Trespasser! What to do... she wondered if anyone had gone to deal with the problem. Being the nosy individual the green nymph was, she would scurrying along her new territory, picking up a rather pointy stick as some sort of protection in the hopes she could stab someone today. It didn't take the maiden long to find this stranger of course, a woman. She looked rather feisty with those horns! briefly, Persephone would look towards Erzsebet and Newt, a grin playing on moist lips. Persephone would aim to come out of the shadows and into view, hoping to be behind this stranger and poke Lux on the rear with her stick. " Watcha doin invading our home! Ima.... I'll beat you!" She'd sneer, or at least try to act fierce. What were they gonna do with her? Put her on fire and have her for dinner! " Make her a slave! She would look to Newt, wondering how she'd handle the girl. She was just a babe, Persephone realized. Unaware of her wrong doings. She should pay and do the dirty work for Nekros, perhaps this one could be useful in the future, what will Ody think?

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</div>The woman's ears would prick and tip forward as if trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, Erzs would keep a steady flow of inaudible pings drifting from her throat as she kept sightless eyes trained on the trespasser. She would stammer out an apology, asking if Erzs had been the one to speak in her head and the blind woman would nod once to confirm. She wasn't going to waste her energy throwing out thoughts when she could just give motions to answer. Another shape would approach, this one much larger and substantial, instantly she knew the woman to be Newt. Words would flow from her companions lips, an easy threat and Erzs couldn't stop the smile the blossomed along ebony lips as the woman stepped close, warm flesh pressing against her own in a perfectly possessive fashion. The trespasser would state she was not in fact a mouse, giving her name and saying she was not her for trouble. Smile would fade and a shiver would run through her body, how perfectly delightful. She loved when they were less then cooperative... Jaw would unhinge more, black saliva beginning to form and drip from her lips. Certain poisons had that visual effect, especially from some snakes... Her brothers had always told her it looked quite frightening but it was really only ever used as an intimidation factor. She normally preferred for others not to know that she could poison them. 

She was about to take a step forward when a ping would bring back another approaching form. This one carrying a stick...? It could only be Persephone... A sigh would leave her lips and ears would fold back almost in preparation for the onslaught of words that was bound to flow from her apprentices lips. She too would question the woman, though it seemed more hesitant then the very evident threat that had come from Newt. Though a moment later Persephone would tell them to make her a slave. The blind woman didn't see her looking directly at Newt with this request only saw her facing their direction. <font style="color: #F6F6F7;"><em>'As per our lord's laws we will take her as a slave.'</em></font> She would confirm with a nod, blind eyes looking to her companions then to the trespasser. The sheer amount of energy required to touch two minds at a distance increased her heart rate as if she had just sprinted after a potential meal. She was getting better... Stronger. But if Newt hadn't been touching her and she had had to throw her thoughts at three individuals she might have passed out. But the weariness would not show on the woman's face as she looked directly at the trespasser. <font style="color: #F6F6F7;"><em>'Come in peace or we will detain you...'</em></font> Again thoughts would be thrown to all three so they would all hear the transmitted thoughts. <font style="color: #F6F6F7;"><em>'If she tries to run or fight call the king...'</em></font> She would implant these thoughts into the mind of Persephone alone, Erzs didn't want her in the fight. She needed to watch. 

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Violet eyes grew dark as her hunger began to coil deep within her gut. It had been some time since she had enjoyed a drop of blood to sooth her vampirism. Her tail began to dance behind her, back and forth, like that of a pendulum. Her ears pivoted forward as the little mouse spoke up. Her jaws began to open; saliva pooled inside her mouth and began to leak slowly out the sides in long strings.

Her gaze shifted towards the youth that her companion had acquired. She came waltzing in with a grin and began to explain how she would beat the transgressor and her lips curled with amusement. If anyone was going to beat this little mouse it was going to be her. The child thrilled with excitement, as she demanded that Newt make the trespasser into a slave. This was a concept she had requested that of her kingdom so long ago. Should anyone be so bold as to trespass into her homeland then their freedom would be the price for their lack of manners.

One ear flicked in response to the voice inside her head. The sound of her companion agreeing that this was the kingdoms policy or rather their kings policy. Each time she thought of him it made her skin crawl but she had called this place home, at least for now, and would abide by the laws that their child like king had installed.

She moved forward and allowed the full hefty height and weight push forward as her violet coat stood at attention. Her tail ceased its swinging and rose upwards and almost curling towards her back. Her persona seemed to shift from the normal disinterest to the queen she had once been. Her head was high and her lips curled back in a silent snarl. "You, little mouse, have been sentenced to entrapment. Your freedom shall be seized. Should you choose to disregard this sentence and chose to attempt to flee then I shall take your freedom from you forcibly.” She stated mater of fact. Her violet eyes seemed to spark with authority and her body portrayed ever bit of her aggression. She never have empty threats and she would chase the transgressor down and beat her into submission should she choose to run.
<I>"LUX DASIA!"</I> The rogue's name boomed out across the woods, the speaker's voice familiar, though possesses by an unusual depth and power. Such was the voice of a disgruntled mentor, well aware of the danger her pupil had visited upon herself. For a moment, the mage put aside her exhaustion and morose, launching herself into action.

Without the primary feathers at the very tips of her wings, Evike was a clumsy bird, dropping to the ground in a hail of shed feathers dislodged by the violent flapping needed to keep her body airborne. While she would not have been capable of crossing any substantial distances while the feathers grew in again, but they had done to carry her the short span of the clearing in a single bound, her grace yet intact as she cleared the hunched body of the yearling, landing between her and the immediate threat of the massive lunk that evidently tailed the black witch about. "What are you doing here?" Evike's words came not in a heated snarl but instead heavy tones of accusation and disappointment, some vaguely maternal vein beating within them as she turned momentarily back on the girl.

It physically <I>hurt</I> to retrain herself from ordering the girl to run - wild flight was likely to stir up more problems than it caused at this point with three of Nekros' apparent loyal crowding about the frightened girl, spilling threats of enslavement and physical harm. The words had helped to fuel the flames that would heat her blood to a boil, crashing in her ears as the ocean waves, adrenaline driving her to express the absurd courage that often laid dormant.

Evike's right wing brushed over the girl's back as the mage began to edge back into her charge, checking before she got too close to the other for an active charge. Sensing no immediate surge of energy coursing through the sorceress, she brought the appendage about as a shield, attempting to guide the ealith closer to her side and away from the yammering green chimera bouncing gaily about in the background. No matter how closely she brought the girl to her side, however, the black witch and her cohorts had effectively flanked them, and the noise from the encounter would surely only draw more attention, attention that would spell disaster for any plans at salvaging Lux's freedom from this fiasco. Soft murmurs of "quiet" soothed the hot lashes her words might have caused as she snuck a glance toward the obnoxiously colored girl. She hoped beyond hope that some of those instincts that nature vested in the young to shut up and obey had not yet been passed from her mind by a waning childhood.

As her body prepared for conflict by sinking into instinctive defenses, she turned toward Erzsebet, speaking over Newt's droning judgement. The bitch was blind, but she was not deaf, perhaps there was an opportunity for a diplomatic resolution. "Witch - we spoke before. In Mactibilis." Despite how her hackles bristled and her body sank lower to the ground in preparation to meet the burly violet behemoth, or even the absurd green nymph, she did her best to retain a reasonable tone. She enunciated clearly as she spoke, pronouncing each word carefully as not to be misunderstood. "Your companions will suffer if they mean to chase or attack her - the girl is a protege of mine still learning how to control her abilities. High emotions turn her into a contact hazard, do you understand?" She flashed a glance in Newt's direction, feeling yet another shade of rage blooming in her chest as she noted her assumed posture of authority. She set it aside, finding it uls be swept away quickly by the churning chaos of her thoughts.

Helpless, hopeless - the situation was not one with a clear or simple answer. Should she bid Lux flee while she offered a distraction? It was not threat to her own person that made her hesitate to put the plan into action. Surely an unintentional spark would only enrage her pursuers I'd she were caught - the beating that she would surely endure might escalate into murder in the likely event that she failed to evade the green one and the lunk - the witch herself was blind and posed less of an immediate threat. But then was it crueler to pass her into enslavement without complication? To give her away and subject her to horrors unknown? "She's a child." And to hear the crack in her voice, the girl might very well have been her own blood - she was about the right age for it.

A pause, pregnant with expectation and potential followed as the thoughts all clicked into place. She understood Artemis' plight in its most basic sense for a moment, though could only imagine that she and the war monger lady could not be more polarized in their reasons, Art with bitter jealousy and Eve with a boundless and unfamiliar compassion. "Do <I>not</I> touch her." The collar of a slave wore heavy, bowing her head, turning her words from biting to begging in the matter of a blink. She could shed blood and limb for the girl and lose - both their lives would potentially be forfeit in such an event - or instead barter with the one thing she'd yet to oblige the fell clan, something more precious than life itself by the way she'd guarded it in the face of adversity. If her shattered dignity could spare Lux, it was a trade she could readily make. "Please."
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He couldn't not notice the commotion taking place within his forest. He had caught wind of a trespasser, but she was not alone. Lips twitched up into a faint smirk as he moved towards the source. By the time he arrived, there was already a small crowd. His little witch, and her two companions flanked a cowering girl. And Evike... He sighed inaudibly. She stood beside the girl, protecting her, making demands that she had no authority to give. He prowled closer, crown lifted, tails curling at his hocks. He sought to come up behind the trespasser, effectively blocking from all sides. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"You do not have the authority to make such demands."</b></font> He responded cooly to Evikes pleas that they not touch her. The petite nymph had already taken up a defensive stance, as though she hoped to fight them all off for the girls sake. 
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His gaze slide from his slave, to his witch. A black substance oozed from her lips, undoubtedly a poison of some kind. Her green companion bounced around like an excited child, and Newt stood like the looming body guard that she was. Finally he would look down at the multihued girl, inhaling her rogue scent. He took a step closer, seeking to only stand inches from her, looming high above. She was young, but no child. She was old enough to know what borders were. <font style="color: #2B1313; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"You will go with Erzsebet, and you can thank Evike for that.."</b></font> His tones were icy, unyielding as he sealed the girls face. Only his witch and her companions knew what was in store for her, for the tortures she was soon to experience. Looking back up at Evike, steely eyes pinned her with a gaze, though he said nothing, only silently daring for her to object. 

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<p>Surely, this was to be <i>it</i>; torn limb from limb by this steadily growing group of monsters. Her gaze flickered, desperate for a convenient route of escape - only for a sharp jab against her haunch to send every hair along the ridge of her spine straight up on their ends, tiny bolts of electricity spiraling down the length of her spine to wind down her tail and around all four of her limbs to dissipate into the ground before they'd cause anyone harm, where Lux's claws had unsheathed and injected into the soil. <font style="color: #7fc2c8; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"S-stay away from me!"</b></font> Her voice rose, panicked through tensely bared teeth as she reeled halfway on the creature with the stick in her mouth, at the same time refusing to let the other two out of her immediate sight. </font> <font style="color: #7fc2c8;"><em>I have to calm down,</em></font> she urged herself as the blind woman invaded her mind once more, echoing the green girl's words about taking her into servitude. <i>No.</i> This wasn't supposed to happen! She wasn't made to be anyone's <i>slave</i> - they were crazy, all of them - and yet, what could <i>she</i> do, alone? She was on their land and at their mercy.</p> <p>The witch's bodyguard ensured her that she <i>would</i> be forcibly detained, and Lux looked the massive wolf over as she momentarily entertained the idea of being able to outrun her; after all, it's hard to enslave what you can't catch. These <i>others</i> though... they looked quite a bit more agile. Hope rapidly faded in that regard, and her mounting terror continued to manifest in subtle sparks in the immediate air around her body, beginning to steadily concentrate in spirals about her horns - which were lightly illuminated from the inside out by a gentle, bluish glow.</p> <p>Whether by good fortune or terrible timing, a familiar voice <i>boomed</i> through the forest, sending Lux's pointed ears up ramrod straight on the top of her head. She had little time to frantically locate her mentor as the mage came barreling in on the wing, clearing her crouched form and placing herself between Lux and the most imposing figure present. <font style="color: #7fc2c8; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"I-I got lost, I didn't mean to,"</b></font> She breathed, upturning her yellow gaze to Eve, her eyes rounded out in desperation - though she shrunk away a tad from the accusation in her tone...  as much as she could, anyway, given her present posture so close to the ground. A tiny new flame of hope flickered weakly alight in Lux's heart as Eve shielded her with a wing and insisted that pursuing or harming the yearling would not end well - it was true, but her inexperience would probably only leave them enraged; it would be nothing in comparison to their combined capabilities, even she could see that.</p> <p>Then, <i>he</i> arrived. Like some shadow looming behind her. Lux slowly glanced over one shoulder to be met with the great form of a dark wolf, spines protruding down the length of his back (or what she could effectively see of it). Everything about him eluded to his authority in this land - something he reminded Eve she did <i>not</i> have. Her purple ears fell back, her teeth clenching together behind her lips as he told her she would be going with someone named <i>Erezsebet</i> - the witch with the long hair? - and it was Eve's doing. <i>That wasn't true</i>. Huddled in the shade of her mentor's wing, she leered at the King through eyes pulsating with a warm yellow hue, her whole body subtly shivering and increasing the frequency of the sparks around her. Something kept her rooted to the spot - most likely the knowledge that there was no escape.</p> <br />
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