i never see you anymore // raid

VELOUETTE

Were we born to abuse, shoot a gun and run

Behind him strode an iridescent lioness, claws painted a soft lavender. Hopefully by the end of this raid they'd be stained red. She watched as the eyes in the forest slowly dropped to the floor with noticeable thumps, her own influence invading their minds and stealing their memories. They wouldn't be needing their minds anymore anyway. She'd pick up the ones that were left on the way home.

(c)Citrus

It was weird to stroll back into this territory that he had long left behind. Well, he did make a quick visit back when he was delivering a few messages for the end game but he didn't stay long at all. But it was fine since he had no friends here especially since they decided to take precious bundles of theirs. Though Xael's name came to mind, she was supposed to be their temporary leader right? He'll just avoid fighting with her, but hell, was it even like she'll notice him as a completely different species? But all of these thoughts were getting into his way, they distracted him. Clearing his mind, the pale creamy wolf would search for signs of life.

DISTURBIA

Trespassers. Not pack. Not welcome. Must destroy. Must remove. The thoughts of the feral pup as she darted from her den and offered a snarl to the attackers. The four moon old pup would bristle as she looked at the three attackers. Kill. Blood. Death. The feral child would howl. Calling to her pack. Alerting them to the danger.

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VELOUETTE

Were we born to abuse, shoot a gun and run

"How pathetic." The lioness remarked, looking at the Exiles' pack members. "Isn't it your guys' deal to steal pups like her?" They were the reason the group had skyrocketed in numbers recently, something which she was grateful for. Yet for the Cartel to have such a scrawny excuse for a child attempting to defend the borders? Why even their kids were trained in self defense, but they knew better than to be loitering around where people could snatch them up for lunch or worse.

(c)Citrus

A howl, Disturbia's howl. That meant the monsters were in his home, the monsters he had been brave enough to get as much information as he could. He wasn't satisfied having just a little bit of knowledge, if there was stuff he didn't know it could be used against him and the wolf wasn't a fan of that. The Exiles was a bit of an enigma at the moment, to small to say they had fully recovered from his rape, pillaging and plundering but too weird with the amount of dogs they were carrying to say that they weren't accepting defeat. They were what happened if the Cartel decided to lose their backbone and murder their way to infamy. The Cartel was famous instead however, famous for wiping ScarClan off of the map and housing a god damn Messiah in wolf's clothing. Clearly the rest of the world wasn't a fan of having a former personality cult taken over, or having a godlike figure with the power to reveal their corruption around, and instead just decided to blame George as an excuse to try and destroy the free folk. Dumbs fucks who perhaps did have a good heart were believing it as well. It made his job so much harder, and who did he have to thank? Well, himself really. His humbling of the Exiles had been forgotten by the world who'd rather see him for the guy who makes dark jokes and not the one who rescued them all from hell. They were unappreciative, so he'd turned his attentions elsewhere in hopes of being recognised as 'the guy'. Still he wasn't, and it was at that point he realised that it wasn't just the Exiles who had problems with abuse of power, it was everywhere. Feliks had made himself a prince of a thousand enemies and what did he get in return? A jaded thank you from leaders too lazy to do anything about social issues themselves.

This was where it all started. Where it had been revealed to him he had been lusting after an enemy hidden by shapeshifting, where his heart had been shattered into pieces and he'd never be the same creature again. The disgust he had felt had been overwhelming, even if he and said enemy were on better terms now at the time he had become a broken canine. Scared of doing the right thing, scared whenever he saw an Exiler on his border bitching at him for harming one of their own, constantly fleeing battles. Constant begging had got him through, but it hadn't taken him long to man up again and start taking a morbid pleasure in what he was doing. Who couldn't have a little fun whilst saving the world, after all? Pathetic. He heard it through super senses, it let him pinpoint their exact location. It also meant that Dis was alone and he wasn't gonna have them snatch her up without a fight to the death. Their deaths, their slow and painful deaths if they even thought about laying a claw on his daughter. The canine teleported onto the scene in front of Disturbia, body sideways to the Exiles. Fur was bristled, the canine clearly unhappy that stealing kids had even been mentioned. Made even even more confident about it being the Exiles who stole their leader. But despite his aggression, he was smiling, ready to distract a lot of their members with his good looks and charm. "Well hello ladies~" he cooed in only a mildly sexual voice, invisible brows waggling dramatically. Something told him that the clan that made their name on raping and killing wouldn't appreciate jokes on raping and killing. They took everything too seriously, perhaps they were just trying to caricatures of Rick a year later.

"Or kiddie fiddlers, can't help but notice you had quite a few of 'em. Tell me, who the fuck's the slut who had all them kids and how do I get into her good books? Was it your leader? How much do I have to pay her?". They had a new leader, he didn't know who it was, he just knew it was a girl. If BlizzardClan was watching, he knew they'd call him a dirty filthy misogynist for wanting to make jokes. They were another group that took themselves too seriously, damn it, why was everyone such a bore? Maybe he should take himself seriously as well, these pieces of shit would have a lot to answer for if the truth was revealed, Two wolves and a lion weren't just the start to a bad joke, they were easy targets if he ever decided to shapeshift, but he'd leave it for now, using the excuse that he didn't want to accidentally squish his kid.

On silent wings she flew, hearing the soft talks on a battlefield that should have been filled with the screams of the dying and cries of war. But the Cartel kept disappointing her time and time again with their folly and foolish ways. Yet, here she was making her own entrance into this very raiding party. It could even be deemed questioning as to why she was here at all. Truth be told she was here on her own whims and also to help the Exiles with getting their own back. The whims of why fights and wars broke out meant little to her as were the reasons why groups existed and their make up. She was here to satisfy her bloodlust as it seemed right now that Westeros only had one enemy. The Cartel. The Exiles were supposedly enemy to all but had yet to touch Westeros thus to the dragon they deserved her aid. Angling down the dragoness lowered her body from the sky already feeling the current of electricity buzzing through her body. Her eyes narrowed with annoyance at the fact that there were only two nuisances attempting to fight off the group of Exilers. Pathetic and stuck in their ways. The same way that would see them fail. She parted her jaws as the energy built and suddenly let loose a bolt of electricity, aimed straight for Disturbia from behind. Or so it seemed it was aimed for the child, more of a ploy to see what would happen.

★★★ tension. it buzzed in the air, in every blade of grass, in every leaf of every tree, in the sudden silence of the birds that were chirping merrily just a moment ago. kosti didn't know what it was. she was a child, still oblivious to most of what the world had to offer. still. that was the word she would choose to emphasize. because kosti wanted to know what the world had to offer. the good things, the bad things, the scary things, the funny things, the unexplained and unexplainable things. she wanted to experience it all. no, more than that: she intended to experience it all. she would willingly, fearlessly throw herself into life and embrace whatever it gave back. anything other than that was, to her, completely unacceptable.

so when she felt the odd shift in the atmosphere, kosti did not hesitate for a second. voices edged with malice made her paws move in the direction of the confrontation. her father's cool response urged them faster. there was going to be a battle, she could feel it. but the first attack had not yet been thrown, and kosti did not intend to miss the first attack. when she arrived, for a moment, she did not know where to look. two -- no, three, no four -- unfamiliar pairs of eyes glowered down at the territory, each belonging to creatures with different battle strategies and goals. thoughts buzzed through her head, mingling with adrenaline: who would be the first to act? where should she look? how should she respond? suddenly, a ball of electricity shot through the air, right in the direction of her only blood sister, and all these thoughts were silenced. no. no. a growl rumbled in the young wolf's throat, because, even though she did not how to fight, if anything happened to disturbia, kosti would learn right here and right now.

//hi muse where were you all week please don't leave again

A dragon was not a stealthy creature. It was big, it was ugly, it was mean, and most of all, it cast a massive shadow down upon the earth. The warning signs were there, and when he saw them, his eyes shot up to the sky, narrowing. Westeros. What the fuck were they doing in cahoots with the Exiles? Supporting rapists and child murderers, yet they wouldn't give the Cartel the time of day. It was that hypocrisy which made him hate them, made him wonder how mentally disabled clans like BlizzardClan and ShadowClan must've been for not seeing it. He saw Kosti as he turned, realising that there was no way in hell he was gonna be able to protect himself and two young kids in this situation. They needed to go, but before he could say anything, he heard the crackling of lighting, almost forgetting to breathe in the moment as he realised what was going on. Oh fuck!

He jumped over Disturbia, letting the lightning hit his back. A gasp of pain obviously came as electricity shot through his body, but it was louder than a wolf's whine, gruffer as well. Feliks had quickly shapeshifted before he had the chance to die from literal shock, the aftermath barely even cracking the rough scales on his back. He stood still as the electricity surged through his body, using his energy to prevent himself from falling and crushing his child. When the tingling feeling had gone, an angry roar emerged from the black dragon, swinging his tail around as he aimed to play golf with the Exilers who may've tried to take advantage of the situation. "Kosti, take your sister and get the fuck back to camp. Now!" the sixty foot long beast growled, staring up at the sky. The rest of the Exiles looked like they were in awe of seeing him judging by the fact that they weren't defending their leader's honour, so he didn't spare them a glance, instead shooting a crimson glare towards the body of the lightning fetishist. Come on you motherfucker, fighting like a pussy's just gonna get you killed. He wanted to say to the Westerosi, but he felt too pissed to even try and come up with more insults. For now he had to wait for his daughters to be safe, that was top priority over blowing shit up.

Unfortunately such a shadow wouldn't have been cast where he could have seen it considering her bulk had come from behind the Cartelian creatures as she flew in from the other side. It seemed that her trick had worked and the poor fool had jumped right into an attack that would have sailed over the poor child's head. Hence why it was seemingly aimed at the kid in the first place. But she had aimed it just slightly above her. Such a pathetic display and now she had the opportunity to watch as the electricity coursed through his body. Her head was inclined to the side as she observed him in a desperate fit shape shift in this rather unappealing dragon form. Wings beating a slow and measured pace that kept her body high in the air she released a bellowing roar, challenging him to leave the ground and meet her in the sky. If he didn't have the guts to come to her then there was no real need to attempt a fight she would win regardless. Her body hung there, a deadly weapon with golden claws that were in deed ready to sink in to the flesh of her opponent. If only he would stop his incessant talking and get on with it.

Athena would be the next Exiler to appear, the 6 month old kitten was young, yes, but she was lithe and well trained for her age. She stood next to her fellow clan mates waiting for more cartelians to show up, so far it only appeared to be children younger than her and Feliks, all opponents she couldnt exactly fight which brought a frown to her pretty face as she waited for some real action to begin, for now she would only watch as Feliks and the dragon from westeros fought, there was n way she could intervene in a fight such as that one but her fangs thirsted for blood, an age old temptation which ran through her veins, the urge to kill.

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unluckily enough for the dragoness that seemed to take quite a bit of pleasure in feliks's company, she was not stealthy in the slightest. she could hear a bird flitting through the trees above her, it was no wonder that all those around would hear the massive beast overhead. this fact happened to be that that initially drew her to the scene, coupled with the loud howling of the feral child. having faded into invisibility and projected her scent across the entire battlefield, she rendered herself nearly undetectable as she slunk forwards, locating disturbia and projecting images of her and her sister returning to camp telepathically. hopefully she would understand, because she wouldn't put the capture of children past this lot.

finally turning her attention to the filth that was swarming around her, she picked out the form of ATHENA C.D. . rather large, though young and currently oblivious to xael's location, she began picking her way quietly towards the girl. she launched herself forwards, aiming to drag athena to the ground while digging her claws deeply into the exiler's pristine coat.

Compared to the dragons and other larger creatures, Ornias was nothing. He was a kitsune-cat hybrid with a dangerous mentality and witty quips, but what else? However, The Exiles was his home now. Plus, the woman who saved his life was here too, so he'd defend her. Offering his sister a coy smirk, the multi-colored hybrid turned his attention to those speaking. "I don't really understand all this holier-than-thou stuff. We're both fucking evil clans. Let's just tear each other's throats out. I'm not a fan of debates," The male yawned, clearly bored with the interaction until he noticed Xael.

"I think the fuck not," Ornias was only two months older than Athena but god that was still a kid. He aimed to breathe fire towards Xael, trying to get the underboss away from the smaller femme.

A rogue Westerosi coming in to fight as well? He wasn't against that. As long as the femme was on their side of the battle he wasn't going to attack her. So Feliks took the kids?? Jesus christ, who did he expect? Well, he might as well return the favor then. Take their kids in exchange, it was only fair. He didn't want the stupid one that the dragon had aimed for so his attention settled on Kosti. Lunging forward, the cream colored wolf would aim to grab Kosti by the scruff and slam her into a nearby tree.

VELOUETTE

Were we born to abuse, shoot a gun and run

With everyone else here to take care of the riff raff, Vel decided that she wasn't really needed in the fight itself. She opted to follow after Zed, but going about it in a much sneakier of a route. This made her much harder to notice and hear, let alone attack. All they needed to do was get their members and go home, they'd deal with full on revenge later. Perhaps a cartellian's head would look nice stuffed on the wall of the prison cafeteria.

(c)Citrus

He ignored the challenge as he saw Exilers walk past him, glad that they weren't just suffering from a bad case of rigor mortis before. He turned his neck around, and seeing Alcibiades go for one of his children, Did he... really.... just try and do that when there was a massive fuck off dragon in front of him? A step forwards was taken and the male quickly lowered his head, hoping his cranium would seperate the two. Feliks craned his neck and snapped his jaws, aiming to tear the fucker in half. He expected the mutt to get out of the way, but he wanted to tempt the Exiler with certain death if he even tried taking his own when the whale sized being was around. It would be pretty damn impossible, less you wanted to end up being a snack or being burnt alive. To put further emphasis his point, Feliks sent a stream of fire the Exiler's way. If he wanted to start a fight with an animal bigger than any elephant, his puny ass could pay the God damn price. He wasn't like others in that regards who'd toy with their opponents when they meant business, Feliks would go right for their heads.