THAT THEY CONFUSE ME // open, raiding the exiles

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    The birds were in a frenzy amongst the dark sky. They screeched and hollered and squawked and the atmosphere was brooding and dark and rushed. The sky was bursting to the seams of rain, thunder and lightning. She sensed electricity in the air as she ran towards her griffin. She saddled him up, patting his neck feathers and feeding him mushed up carrot pieces that he eagerly got down. Littlestar breathed in and breathed out, pacing herself as she hauled her body atop the griffin and ushered him out of his pen. Her hawk, Myla, was flying above the griffin and Littlestar and it was only when she came to a stop before multiple panicked Hawkclanners did the hawk descend and land on Littlestar's shoulder. "HAWKCLAN!" Serious. People stopped almost immediately. Some, in the background, continually packed weapons and stocked what they needed in preparation for the rooms that would be needed for the injured. But Littlestar was angry. She wanted to get the Shaman back, in pieces. She wanted her friend to be okay. "Some time this morning, our Shaman was taken by the filthy Exilers. Lessa is gone for now but we are on our way to take her back and bring her home. We will show absolutely no mercy to those gutless fuckers. We will rip them to shreds to find her. But the second we get her back, we motherfuckin' leave the place. She is all we need. We don't spend our time fucking up an already fucked up place. If we don't find her, we continue searching, continue ripping out their throats. Use your hawks to your advantage. If you're not a confident fighter, stay behind the front line. Those that are, take up the front with me. I will be flying up on my griffin and ya can join me if ya fuckin' want but I'd prefer it if ya remained on ground to give 'em a.. little surprise. Let's head out now." She gave them a moment or two to gather their bearings. They'd gotten a warning to prepare beforehand but this was the official announcement of a battle.


    Littlestar clicked her tongue and Bubby unfolded his giant wings and took to the sky almost immediately. Myla was flying besides them and no grin was upon anyone's face as they headed towards the Exiles with the goal of getting Lessa back.


    MY DADDY RIPPED A THROAT // open, hawkclan rescue raid

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