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

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    You'd be right in the sense of assuming the Hawkclan Leader was a person who was at least bird associated. For the figure that came soaring above the Exiles territory was none other then Littlestar, tucked inbetween the two giant wings of her pet griffin and her pet hawk flying besides her and the griffin. Suitable. No war cry was made. The tabby preferred to keep it silent unless she was really, really made in which case she screamed as she stabbed and grunted as she clawed and you get the idea. Despite leading a proclan, the female was an incredibly violent person with an incredibly horrendous anger management issue. And this pathetic clan had pissed her off because they'd taken Lessa, not only the Shaman of Hawkclan and not only a friend of hers but a really good person that Littlestar never wanted to see hurt, ever. So maybe she would be doing the screaming today. Just not right now as she glanced behind her and saw the birds of her people flying high and glanced into the dark jungle forest of the Exiles territory and could just make out her people as they thundered through. Hawks strike with precision. They target. And this.. this piece of filth is our motherfuckin' target for the day. They all had their claws out. Littlestar used her only back foot to tap the griffins feathered flank and he tilted downwards and they properly entered the firing line. An npc had spotted them immediately of course. Well, her most of all. She was like an arrow in the darkness of the nighttime as her griffins talons folded around the npcs neck and plucked him from the ground and swooped him into the air. She unbuckled from the saddle and, whilst holding on with one paw to the saddle, swung down and stabbed the npc in the jugular. The npc gargled and weakly pawed at the gaping red eye in his throat. The griffin cawed and dropped the npc body. It hit the camp square in the center which was most certainly a wake up call for the rest of the Exilers. A messy painting of a body right in their camp. It was nighttime as well so she was hoping some unfortunate fucker would stumble into the gore by accident.


    "GIVE ME LESSA." She roared, giving up on the futile idea of silence. "NOW."

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    If Littlestar was furious, Ren was downright livid. The marten's very aura cackled alive with dark rage, the Force responding outwardly to his emotions. Lightning sparked at his paws as he darted through the trees, quicker and more agile than any squirrel. A fire hazard, maybe, but he didn't *ing care. For once in their short time together, he and his own hawk seemed in-sync. No one touched his Lessa. For that they'd die.


    He wasted no time barging through camp himself, electrifying the npc guard who got in the way. He'd been here before. They had hurt her before. That wasn't going to slide. At all. The ferocious father crouched down, tail lashing, claws unsheathed. Above him his hawk circled, waiting for a target to swoop down on. "WHERE. IS. SHE?" It didn't matter to him if they handed her over or not, no, they weren't leaving without her. It was perfectly fine with him if some Exilers had to die for it. They made a horrible mistake thinking they could take her. It was time to pay for it.


    Vanillabean wasn't really much of a fighter, except in the case of when she needed to be. The canine was more of a peaceful animal that liked to try to avoid fighting, but the exiles had Lessa - they had someone that most - if not all - of HawkClan cared about. Someone that was needed to take care of them when they were sick, and although Vani knew some things, they were not herbal, but rather magical, and she didn't know much. She couldn't set bones, but she could heal very minor wounds, but not much else. If someone had gotten an infection or had gotten terribly ill while Lessa was gone, she didn't think anyone would have known what to do.


    Which was why HawkClan was here now, in the Exiles. Here to fight for her friend back and leave. She wasn't going to stay - even if Littlestar had told them to afterwards - she didn't fight simply to do so.

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    Vanitas picked Lessa up so she wouldn't be crushed by a falling NPC before placing her down. The melanistic lion let out a thundering roar in order to get them to shut up so he could speak. "Here, have her! If I give her to ya, it might be worse." TEXT




    I TOOK MY LOVE AND I TOOK IT DOWN — lessa ren solo — many clans — she/her — info

    Ow. Lessa's ears flattened at the roar and winced when she was carried. She didn't want to move. Why was he just handing her over? The shaman lifted her head, squinting at her father. Had he just kil... Lit too. She winced. For her. Kriff. Damn it.


    "Dad..." She just wanted to go home.


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    Had Lessa been hurt? Vanillabean wasn't sure, but if she had been she wouldn't know what to do. Eyes would squint as the maned wolf pad forward, watching the lion just in case he had any tricks that he might want to play before looking down at Lessa. "Can you walk?" She would ask, ears pricked as she tried to look over her friend with her eyes, trying to see if there was something that was wrong right away. If Lessa said that she couldn't, the female would then aim to pick her up so they could get back home.

    Wait... He was just handing her over? The marten moved fast, skidding to his daughter's side, eyes dark and narrowed. "You're just giving her back without any issue?" Pathetic. What was the point of that? He crouched down, keeping close, and alert, frowning. Anti-clans didn't just hand their prisoners back so willingly. They usually put up a fight. "Forgive me if I don't really trust that," he muttered dryly, tail lashing to and fro. Les... Are you okay?

    I TOOK MY LOVE AND I TOOK IT DOWN — lessa ren solo — many clans — she/her — info

    It was her flanks she was most worried about. Long marks etched by flaming claws. She could treat it herself, given the right herbs, or instruct someone else how to. Her eyes were half-lidded, and most everything past her awareness. She was fairly sure that was Vani talking, then her father, telepathically. Walk? Maybe. She hadn't tried. She didn't want to.


    Her legs were burned, where her prosthetics ended. Kriffing... Fire-wielding lions... She furrowed her brow. Her father's own confusion mimicked hers. She tried pushing herself up, stumbling and leaning against the other marten, breathing heavily. "I... Can walk... For a little... Bit." The shaman didn't want to collapse yet, or be carried. Not yet. Not if necessary. It was bad enough she'd been captured in the first place, she was supposed to be strong enough to take care of herself. I'm sorry... Should've been stronger.

    Ears would pin to her head as Vani noticed the wounds that Lessa had on her sides and her legs, though she was concerned with the fact that Lessa wished to walk. She couldn't do anything to stop the other - and she wasn't just going to pick her up - but she could help her get out of there quicker. Turning to Ben, she'd open her maw to speak, "Get her out of here." She'd say, sure that he was already going to do that, but just to make sure. She was sure that Lit and herself could hold off anyone that would try to attack while they were trying to get Lessa out, even if the lion didn't decide to do so himself.

    Instinct screamed at him to make Vanitas suffer. He deserved nothing less for taking Lessa, for hurting her. For a moment he played with the idea, Vani's and Lessa's own words forcing him back to a better reality. He had to get her back to camp, where her wounds could be treated and she could recover. Fable seemed to agree on this, cawing at him eagerly to leave. Slowly, he nodded.


    He could always come back, make him pay later, in some way. Inhaling slowly, Ren turned his full attention to his daughter. Wasn't your fault. "Come on, I've got you." He didn't plan on leaving her side anytime soon.

    Right away, she'd expected an entire force to show up and start throwing fireballs at them or something. Anything. But this? This was truly fucking pathetic. Littlestar sneered at the lone Exiler that came forwards holding Lessa, actually surrendering her to them. Good. It meant less trouble. But it also showed how weak this clan was right now. Not even Dystopia had made an appearance on the battlefield. The three legged tabby made her pet griffin land on the ground just before Vanitas ad watched as Lessa was safely transferred into the arms of Ren and Vani. Then she turned her golden glare back to the demon, ears flat. "Your clan is pathetic, asswipe. Be thankful we didn't wipe ya entire clan into ashes right now." The Monarch said before spitting at his paws. Then she clicked her tongue and the griffin opened his huge wings and they took to the sky. Hawkclan was leaving. Some people had died but it all had been on the enemies side for once and she was feeling marginally better then she had when she'd set out. Now, to see if Lessa was okay.

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    FEELING YOUR COLD DEAD EYES, STEALING THE LIFE OF MINE

    The male slithered over and hissed coldly at the gathered. A get the hell out or else look on his face. He braced himself for a fight. "Leave. Now."

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