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    ✦ ✧ ✦ Was this appropriate? To be honest, Oz wasn't really sure. He was sick and tired of that Sanctuary group. They weren't enemies yet, but they were truly getting on his nerves. Ever since their first interaction with Chicagocrimes and Katherine at the lake, he had begun to despise them. Even on the Brigade patrol, they had an attitude. Was it just him that was annoyed or could some of his fellow Brigaders share the opinion? He'd make a fool out of the Sanctuary.

    He wasn't sure if he was stepping over the line, but he did it anyway. If there were consequences for his actions, he'd deal with it later. The Hellhound carried Arcadianeyes into the camp of the Brigade by his teeth, though he was almost gentle with her. He wasn't tossing her around or being violent. Besides, he wasn't really interested in hurting Arcadianeyes. He just wanted to piss of Chicagocrimes.

    The Hellhound placed down Arcadianeyes with care. He let out a yawn, "Well, we're here. Welcome to the Brigade." Muses Oz sarcastically, rolling his crimson colored eyes. "You might be here a while, so like, you should probably get comfortable or something. We'll see how long it takes for someone to realize you're gone." He says, letting out a bit of a soft chuckle. He wishes he could see the look on Chicagocrimes' face when she finds out. He can't wait to have her stomping at the border, angry and red, burning with a hatred for him. He was thrilled about the possibilities.

    arcadianeyes

    LIGHT UP YOUR WILDEST DREAMS 

    she'd fought fiercely when he'd grabbed her, hoping to do some damage or even get him to release her. however, an untrained juvenile wolf was nothing against oz's muscle. by the time they reached the camp, she'd given up, her wings hanging down limply at her sides.


    get comfortable. she scoffed quietly, turning away from him. he hadn't hurt her, yet, but sometimes captives were hurt - even tortured - by their captors. besides, the crimson glow of his eyes made her nervous.


    "when my mother finds out you took me, she's going to be mad." she growled, turning to face him again. "and she's pretty fierce when she's angry. you'll regret doing this, i'm sure of that." it felt like an empty threat - how long would it take for them to notice she was missing? she was always wandering, so it could even take days...



    female & member of the sanctuary & tags 

    ✦ ✧ ✦ The hound sat down, staring at Arcadianeyes with a rather bored expression. He let out a sneer as she claimed that the big bad mama was gonna come for him. He couldn't help but feel the faintest of a smirk come upon his lips. "God, I hope so. Your mother is Chicagocrimes, isn't she? Annoying little bitch is what she is." He says with a yawn, flicking his ears as a fly whizzed by. He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not in the mood to kill you or anything, I just wanted to fuck with Chica and Katherine. They piss me off, so I'm just returning the favor." He says in a slightly annoyed tone. "Now, if one of the Brigaders does want to fuck you up, I'm not gonna stop them." He muses, glancing at her to see what her response would be as a toothy smile came across his face.

    LIGHT UP YOUR WILDEST DREAMS 

    "She's not a... you know. She's my mother and I love her!" She hisses, eyes narrowed. She would have tried to attack him and get free, but she'd already tried to fight him. It didn't end well for her.


    "They better not hurt me. I'm not afraid to fight them." She said, her tone falsely brave. She had a weakness compared to the others here; they knew this camp and territory. She didn't. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep the tears from flowing over as she curled up on the ground, eyes dark with sadness.

    female & member of the sanctuary & tags 

    What sounded a lot like arguing was the first thing he’d hear as he made his way into camp. Surprisingly, Kingpin found that his son had captured someone, and was verbally antagonizing her. Curiosity got the better of him, allowing him just in time to hear the tail end of the conversation. She can’t even call her mother a bitch? How pathetic! There’s no way she hasn’t done so before. She’s bound to have been pissed off and called her that... or worse before right? “Is the perfect little princess too afraid to say “bitch?” You found a good one Ozy boy.” Howling with laughter, Kingpin gazed at their little prisoner. Oh what fun this would be. Personally, she looked rather old to be afraid of cursing. What was gonna happen? Mommy would slap you over the back of the head? Please. “How old are you chica?” He mused, hoping that she was older than she looked. Obviously not too young to be tortured but hell, maybe they should torture her in that manner?



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    Though Cerealmilk's memory only stretched as long as she'd been in the Brigade, she'd yet to participate in most of their events. Meetings, rallies, they'd all seemed less important than whatever game she was playing at the time.


    But a new face was something she couldn't miss. With little understanding of the political intrigue behind her appearance, Cereal bounded up toward Arcadianeyes with her tail wagging. The wild dog gave a quick glance to Kingpin, then tilted her head again at their visitor. The wolf certainly looked older than her, but maybe they could have fun anyway.


    Cereal hopped with her front half low to the ground, eyes on Arcadian and a playful snarl at her teeth. "If you wanna fight we can play Jailmaster! Whoever gets thrown in jail first loses!" The implication of the other's stance, her fear, the overarching animosity of the brigaders; none of it breached Cereal's mind. Or rather, she wouldn't allow it to. None of it mattered as long as she could play and find joy, even in another's suffering.


    LIGHT UP YOUR WILDEST DREAMS 

    She growled as more members of the Brigade surrounded her. Why have they done this? I didn't do anything wrong... Still, she got up and faced her captors, She had to accept that she might be here a while.

    "I'm almost two years old. I'm almost an adult! So I don't want to play your twisted games. I just want to go home." Another show of fierce bravery - bravery that was, once again, faked.

    female & member of the sanctuary & tags 

    ✦ ✧ ✦ The hound's tail started wagging as his father gave him a stamp of approval. That was really all that mattered to him, Oz didn't respect anyone except for Kingpin anyway. It meant a lot to him more as being praised by the commander than a father. "Thanks." He simply barks in response, the corners of his lips turning into a faint smile - A rare occurrance. "Well, that sucks." He says, turning his attention back down to Arcadianeyes.

    "You can't go home till your mom begs for you back. And even then, I might eat you before then." He says with a bit of a chuckle.