I AM A FIST AMONG THE HANDS | O, JOINT RESCUE RAID

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    ❝ NOT YOUR BABY ❞ the exiles. they recall a time where this group was top-dog, where they had war being shoved down their throat at all times of the day. they were big and strong and posed a threat, a common enemy to all, but then one day they just.. fell out of existence. not suddenly, either, no. it had been a series of events, and what kicked it all off was (in their opinion) when dystopia came to power. though strong and fearsome she lacked the drive those before her had, let her personal, biased opinions call the shots and promoted those who were undeserving. it didn't help when hawkclan and the cartel invaded, took advantage of their disorderly ranks, but by then everything had already gone to shit. then, poof! the exiles were just a fast-fading memory, not a concern to anyone.


    until now.


    cinnamon paws dance over to the water channel, find purchase on a rock and they quickly take a stand. honeycomb orbs peer out past it, toward the rocky, treacherous-as-fuck landscape the exilers now dwell in. mm, though frisk is left wondering if there are even any exilers left? the borders they crossed were rather stale, and even now, sitting in the territory itself, they aren't picking up too much. oh, dear. have the exiles already fallen out of grace again? and so soon? pity. they glance behind them, toward both the sanctuary and the sanctum, wondering if this might be overkill.


    eyes lift toward the grey building that hangs over it all. a prison, eh? that's rather.. fitting, when one reflects on all the convicts within its walls. jelloshots is probably up there, too. with a flick of their tail, frisk proceeds to focus on the task at hand, manipulating the rocks and soiled earth beneath the ravine to surface, creating an efficient wide (but muddy) bridge that promises to get everyone across. "mm, let's go." the titter sifts past their maw softly as they shuffle across the crafted path. have the exiles even come to realize that there's a war party on their borders?


    DANSE


    Track for now, until I'm out of class

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    -- Reyna --

    A pair of orange eyes that seemed to glow like hot embers, hidden beneath a hood and scarf, narrowed as they stared up at the foreboding prison. Reyna was all too familiar with The Exiles. A troublesome collection of individuals to say the least. Just like Frisk, she knew what they had once been. The power, the constant raids, captures. Tortures. Now though this place appeared remarkably stark and bare. It was almost like watching the fading flames of a great empire soon to turn to ash, and in a way that comforted her. The steady march of time was cruel.


    Still, the wolf was not phased by this. Over time various groups would rise and fall in power, she had seen it again and again. This place was no different, though she hadn't expected things to be this bleak. Of course, the fact that this was all an ambush was also a possibility. It was hard to say. Quietly moving up beside her leader, Reyna cast them a quick glance before letting out a small 'mhm' to signal she planned on remaining right behind them.

    -- How was Purgatory? / Tags / Diary --

    Athena had been watching the group for a while now as they advanced towards her home. They reaked of the sanctum. The child herself wasn't too familiar with the group, but she assumed that others who were had stolen people from their home and now they were here to get them back and take the lives of her and her friends while they were at it. She had heard the stories of when her home used to be great, when they had been the top dogs. This was all before her time, of course. She had been born shortly after Dystopias reign had ended and Morbidrealities had ruled, this of course was only for a short while seeing as how the pack had taken them down. For a while Duchess was turning them into somethingto be feared once more by burning down the cartels territory along with their own, the reason they had to relocate.


    She watched as the two moved through the territory, knowing there soon would be others. She needed to stop them before they reached the prison and got the chance to harm her friends. The white kitten, still hidden in the trees conjured a dagger with an intricate gold hilt and aimed at the first she could see through the leaves, Frisk, hoping to hit her in the shoulder. If it didn't make contact with flesh it would hit the tree behind her, either way it would serve as a warning shot. Leave now or be prepared to fight. She was young but not to be underestimated.


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    ♥ ― Araceli looked around with some curiosity, noting the stark bleakness of the place the Exiles called home. Everything was just so different from the Sanctum's own lush gardens and decorated mansion, and she half found herself wondering if a group's territory reflected their personality, the core of their being. But no time for that now--this was a war party, and she needed to be prepared.

    The swift fox was hardly suited for battle, or so it would seem. A body much smaller than what most used, and aside from her recently-acquired twisting ram horns, she didn't look like a warrior. But she knew what war was, what it felt like to suffer. Jelloshots was likely suffering as she once had, and Araceli didn't like to think of her friend as weak and in pain. Being small only made her an asset--nimble and swift, and likely to be forgotten, ignored--at least until she started causing chaos. Who, after all, would suspect a creature little bigger than a child to be able of attacking so fiercely?


    You found love within the arms of another instead of this heart of mine

    And that’s fine because I would do the same and I would leave me — tags

    He had come only to protect Frisk and Haiiro, and to rescue a clan mate. His objectives were clear and neatly in order, but he hated this place. It brought up the time when they had taken his mother from her, to torture her so that Eden could be left alone from the brutes. He could still remember his anger if he focused enough on the feeling- he could practically feel it bury its way into his heart. He was always calm and collected, but his gentleness did not stem from a peaceful background. It had never had, looking back at all the lives he had lived. He'd exhale under his breath, focusing and expanding his senses around the group to try to pinpoint life. They would be hiding- how the mighty did fall. He had already placed himself behind Frisk, but now he simply attempted to push her out of the way. If successful, the thrown dagger would nick the top of his shoulder as it flew, now crookedly embedded into a tree. "They're hiding," the creature would coo in absentminded thought.

    Not because I’m sad and not because I’m worthless

    But because I saw value in your smile and not in your values

    ★ ★ ★ Athena. His older sibling. He was going to aid her as best he could. So, he would bound into full view. Growling at the few that had come. "Turn back!" The two moon old seemed like a warning announcement more so than a threat. Yet, he was still going to try.


    //will post with Jello soon ^.^


    "Speech."

    YOU KNOW, THAT YOU ARE WORTHLESS

    Shit, Isaac had appeared almost out of nowhere, Athena only felt worry for the small child and hoped that they wouldn't attack him, she had no choice but to reveal herself. She was vastly outnumbered but she would protect him with her last breath. He wasn't her blood relative but she treated him like he was. Ever since she had lost her twin she had been a lot more defensive, a lot more protective, of her rogue mates, and a lot angrier too. She was on a mission to find Karma, she refused to believe he was dead. No, he had been taken right? That was the only explaination right? She was drifting too deep into her thoughts again and she shook her head then made her entrance, dropping down from the tree that hid her so that she stood in front of Issac, landing with a soft thud "what do you want" she growled, fur bristling and teeth bared, at this point she had summoned her sword, having it float in front of her in a defensive position, ready to attack if neccesary.


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    A joint raid? Jesus christ, was that really necessary? Despite his slight exasperation, he was pretty flattered that they deemed it necessary for two groups to come and hit them for whatever reason. They had captures coming and going every week, so the canine had not met the missing clanmate of these creatures but he supposed they were here to get a bit of revenge. That was fine.

    Alcibiades didn't wait to attack, he wasn't in a conversational mood as of the moment. So immediately, the cream wolf teleported behind Frisk and aimed to grab the smaller creature with vice-like jaws in an attempt to heave them upwards and throw them.

    /you got a certain color you want me to bold the attacks in? :^o

    CUTTING AND BRUISING THE SKIN

    RAZORS, SCISSORS, AND PINS | TAGS | 8/9/17


    APPLE

    The battlefield.


    Rinto took a deep, shaky breath, standing behind Frisk, a satchel carrying medic supplies with a bright red plus on the side- to attack him would be a war crime, wouldn't it? Then again, he wondered if The Exiles even considered attacking an obvious medic as a war crime. They clearly captured a medic, after all, so perhaps praying they'd leave him alone because of the symbol on his bag was stupid.


    However, he quickly watched Alcibiades attack his leader, and with a distressed whine, he slid out of his satchel, forgoing his imaginary protection to save the child. He was just a cat, but he had determination and an anger that would rival a dragon. He aimed to bite Alcibiade's leg and pull, hoping to at least divert the attention onto himself.

    ❝ NOT YOUR BABY ❞ and just like that, shots fired. the kitten stumbles forward when weight abruptly bumps against their rear and out of danger. they tilt their head at the dagger now wedged fairly deep into the scrawny little spruce a few meters away. they're hiding. "no surprise there." do they expect any less? frisk advances further into the terse mountainscape, ears angling neatly down into their skull. maybe they'll play it safe? who knows where these guys are hiding? despite acknowledging the fact they should be cautious, they dont slow down when the pup makes an appearance, dont even break their stride, simply let their lips peel back over pointed teeth, "no." they arent going anywhere without jells. the child is stubborn to a tee, and when they set a goal in place they'll be damned if they don't "get 'er done", as boyd would say. athena pops out of her hiding place, all steely-eyed, but they cant bring themself to care about the material weapon hovering over her. ( never truly understood the appeal to those sorts of things. claws and teeth seem to be much more efficient ). "world peace," they intone dryly, narrowing topaz hues at the other kitten. "but since that's not happening anytime soon, we'll take back jelloshots instead." hell, do these people even know her name? or had they just thought they found themselves a fucking chew toy? inquiring minds want to know.


    steely jaws clasp about their torso then, much to the baby's surprise, but they recover as fast as possible and aim to slam their clawed hindpaws, hard, into the deputy's throat in the hopes of being dropped. no, negotiations are definitely not going to be the case here. it's all or nothing.

    / Alcibiades + no bby, you're good the way you are! (:

    :･ﾟ✦ ESMERELDA

    — Honey you should see me in a crown :･ﾟ✦

    Rule number one of battle. Overestimating and underestimating yourself or your opponent will get you hurt or killed.


    With some of the Exile members having egos that could shadow their intelligence, she did not mind the two overestimating their chances at winning. Yet she also knew, that rescue raids almost always succeeded. From history, they had every right to think themselves the winners as they bordered on the prison. However that didn't mean the Exiles wouldn't put up a fight to keep their secrets locked away in stone, they could do what they wished with the prisoners. Above all it was a matter of protecting secrets. The Head of Espionage had many of her own to lock away.


    In this case it was her true identity. She frequented a lioness body, the one she was born in, however if she was gonna keep herself nice and safe, it meant a little cosmetic alteration. An opponent was picked from afar, a little fox, and so the fem shifted. Tanned white fur stretched itself over a duplicate form, chocolate gold-flecked eyes set themselves into angular looking sockets. Her wings stayed, but ram horns crackled as they sprouted from her forehead, curling around her ears. Even her vocal chords changed. She had become Araceli in a sense, but with her and her body's own rules factored in.


    The body of a fox had its perks, speed was one of them. Matched with her own super speed the demoness was able to get behind the crown aiming to headbutt Araceli in her back legs. "You smell like flowers, I'll guess Sanctum." She cooed in the other's voice. Wings would then flap up dust in attempt to smack or sweep up dust.


    "Speech."

    The elder Crown was there as well, crimson eyes narrowed as she observed; she had always been a peace-loving leader, but of course she knew sometimes she'd have to fight, and if it meant helping her clanmates and her allies she would gladly volunteer. Chloris huffed, shapeshifting into a more powerful wolf body, fur ebony and eyes still the same ruby as her feline body. She would approach after Araceli, but be close enough to watch Esmerelda attack her.


    "Get your paws off my friend," The wolf grunted, and would aim to wrap her jaws around a leg and drag them away from the other leader in a violent manner.

    -- Reyna --

    And just like that, the fighting had started. The retaliation had come swiftly, but even still she was confident they held the numbers advantage. Especially now members of the Sanctum had arrived. All they needed to do was push through this initial assault. A flash and sudden burst of movement caught her attention. Another wolf. A member of The Exiles. A hostile. Without thinking a second longer, Reyna followed Rinto's example by launching herself sideways into Alcibiades in an attempt to throw him off of Frisk.

    -- How was Purgatory? / Tags / Diary --

    ♥ ― The Exile's super speed surprised her; she never would've thought that anyone could move so fast. Esmerelda's headbutt bowled her off her feet, although she scrambled up again a heartbeat or two later; she spun around, silently cursing herself for not even considering the idea that someone might retaliate from behind. Her eyes widened as she took in someone very much like her in appearance, the fur and the wings being the only major differences. But so what? She couldn't afford to dwell upon this person's similarity to herself, why the Exile had chosen to mimic her own form.

    She narrowed her eyes against the sudden spray of dust, blinking rapidly to get the tiny particles out of her eyes. A dirty move, perhaps, but then the Exiles were not known for fighting cleanly. Araceli had fought for her life many times before, and while she didn't come out of those fights unharmed, at least she came out alive. Whatever the Exiles did surely couldn't be worse than being experimented upon.

    She murmured a quick "Thanks" to Chloris as she regained her senses, and then lunged for Esmerelda, hoping her fellow leader's attack would have at least put her off-balance. Araceli lowered her head, nearly tucking it to her chest as she charged. Her horns had the form of ram's horns, yes, but not the shape--they twisted in an elongated spiral, sweeping backwards from her brow. And now she aimed to lodge them directly in Esmerelda's flesh.

    It was true, rescue raids almost always succeeded but Athena wouldn't let them into the prison, not without fighting to her last breath first. There were too many things that needed to be kept hidden, too many secrets that she didn't want getting out. The exiles were a group shrouded in darkness, in mystery, and she preferred it stayed that way. Athenas eyes quickly scanned the battlefield as fighting broke out and she quickly grabbed It by the scruff of his neck and jumped up into a tree, gently placing him down on a branch high above the chaos, hopefully these bastards weren't like hawk clan and he would be safe here "Isaac, stay here ok buddy I don't want you to get hurt" she said, offering him a gentle smile before ruffling his head and jumping back down into the fray


    Scanning the area she picked out a creature who was attacking the deputy, Alci, although she knew he could handle himself in a two on one she figured she would even things out a little and with a sharp cry charged towards the wolf as she lunged towards Alci, attempting to tackle her out of the way before she could slam into the deputies side


    -[Reyna]-

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    -- Reyna --

    The spite filled cry of another drew Reyna's attention away from her intended target and towards an individual to her right. Letting out a small involuntary growl, Reyna dug her claws into the ground before she made contact with Alcibiades and forced herself in the opposite direction to dodge her new assailant. Taking a cautionary step backward, the hooded figure turned to face her new opponent only to find somebody a lot younger than she expected.


    Hmm. Now this was different. If it were anybody else she would have followed up with an immediate counter attack, but this cat looked no more than maybe six months old? Maybe seven? "Move aside" The cloaked wolf spoke, her words adopting a certain harshness she had almost forgotten "We're taking our clanmate back, one way or another"

    -- How was Purgatory? / Tags / Diary --

    ATHENA C.D.

    Well, wasn't this just lovely. They had pissed off someone to the point that they had launched a raid of not one clan, but two. Just meant twice the victims.


    Striding onto the battlefield with a horrid grin, the Head of Warfare would quickly assess the situation. Seeing the pause in combat between Alci and Reyna due to Athena attacking, Vanari decided to capitalize on the moment of weakness. Coming up behind Reyna, the komodo dragon would launch himself forward into the air and try to land on the females back and dig his four sets of claws into her sides. If successful, he would then lurch harshly to the left in attempts to drag her to the ground.


    -[Reyna]-


    DANSE


    He hadn't realized how much he had missed the heat of the battle until he was finally in it. Meaning he took no time to get into the fray of things, his eyes targeting a particular opponent that was trying to sneak attack Reyna. He'd never fought such a big lizard before but that didn't detour him from attempting to charge towards Vanari and slam into his side in an attempt to intercept his attack. Danse wasn't so sure how well his claws would work against the Exiler so brute force would most likely have to be used along with regular attacks.


    Vanari  

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    "You'll have to fight me for them" Athena teased, a look of challenge glowing in her heterochromatic eyes as she eyed her opponent, anticipating a counterattack that never came. Was she going easy on her because she was a child? Well then, the femme had another thing coming. Athena had trained since a young age. Her father had been Cyrus, the rogue groups previous Commander of War and her grandfather was Bill, she had big shoes to fill if she ever wanted to live up to the family name. Of course she didn't mean Bill, however, she had heard of his atrocities and though Athena was a rogue she had order, life to her was like one big game of chess. And shed be the motherfuckin king eventually. For now though, she was a knight and she needed to defend, to fight for her pack. Personally she didn't care if they took the prisoners or not, it didn't matter much to her. What did matter to her was her Clans dignitary, however, and it would be lost if they didn't at least put up a fight first, it was with this in mind that Athena launched herself at the other, claws extended and hoping to rake them down the others chest, because she was smaller, it'd be easy to avoid any counterattacks. Out of the corner of her eye, the paragon noticed a flash of scales and fur as Vanari lurched towards the creature she had been battling but was quickly swatted away by another. She knew the head of war could handle himself though and she remained focused on the matter at hand, if she could successfully dodge any counter blows she would summon her sword, a beautiful weapon that matched with her daggers intricately carved golden hilt. The blade gleamed in the sun and Athena would attempt to swing it into the females right back leg, this was purely strategic seeing as how it would be harder to fight with a wounded leg.


    -[Reyna]-


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