I'LL BRING HELL TO YOUR DOORSTEP ¤¤ rescue raid

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    And here they where back again with a other raid to storm this demons with. Fallengrace had approched from the ground this time around with thier other clanmates and thier orbs where glowing with a thrist for death. The exiles had once more done the wrong mistake to take a child away from them all and so Fallengrace where back here once again to take that child back with them and back into safety. That was thier top priority here, or well the ruiners. Fallengrace only had used that child as an excuse so they could lead this raid towards this demons. How much they hated the exiles way of harming kids they did not cared for a child they had no attachment to all they wanted was to sink thier teeths into the exiles throats so had used it to a perfect opportunity for themself to do so. " Ruiners attack! and remember our top priority is to get Psychological back!." the dragon growled lowly before they took charge towards the prisoner going to allow themself to be used as a distraction so the more smaller of thier clanmates could slip by and get the child back while the exiles would be busy having to deal with a dragon breathing down on thier neck.

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    rentarou had posted up in the back of the raiding party, following after them to ensure his own safety and to make sure that he didn't get in the way of the others. the dog was only there to assist his clanmates should they get themselves hurt, and to possibly bring psych home upon his shoulders. he hoped that he wouldn't have to, he hoped that the girl remained uninjured for her own sake and for chem's.


    rentarou bit his underlip nervously, pausing only briefly when he heard fallengrace call out to the warriors that would be fighting to get psychological out of the exiles' prison, swallowing down a thick glob of hesitance. readjusting the first aid satchel he'd brought along, he slinks towards the outskirts of the battle so that he wouldn't be targeted ...hopefully.


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    GHOULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER ☣

    Something about the day just felt... wrong. Ghoulian shifted uncomfortably within the confines of the cafeteria of the prison as he worked on stowing his herb pellet mixes inside old coffee tins that he had recently found. With the illness still causing trouble for the Exiles he was keen to have a decent stock. But he couldn't rid himself of the nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen. The saluki finished up and set the tins back on the shelves before he decided to head out the front of the prison for a spot of fresh air. He was completely unaware of the Ruiners heading towards them.


    ☠ THE WORLD WILL BURN!



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    "Fuck off you stupid bitch!" Snarls the wolfdog. Ah yes, the unforgettable face of Fallengrace. How could she forget the woman that had tried to drown her in blood for nothing but her own petty problems that she couldn't let go? "Who the fuck is Psychological anyway?" Grunts the wolfdog as she glances back towards Ghoulian. She has no clue who that is, nor does she really care. She just doesn't want to ever see Fallengrace again.

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    Chemical Warfare

    STRIKE FIRST, STRIKE HARD, NO MERCY

    melanistic jaglion - amber eyes - male - adult - 3rd tier


    Chemical had come earlier in the day on his own, had tried to convince them to hand her over then to avoid conflict, but it was obvious from their presence here that he hadn't been successful. Cory had been determined to uphold the changes put in place back when Barghest was leader, and the maned jaguar had been forced to head back to join the raiding party. And now he was back, and not alone. With him were a number of other Ruiners who were all eager to return Psy to her righful place in the desert, though many of them were also here simply for the fight. The animosity between their two groups was no secret, and Chem knew who it was he'd be looking for on the battlefield today.


    He let his amber eyes shift back toward Rentarou near the back of the group, and a small part of him wished he hadn't come, while an even bigger part of him was glad to see him there. It was an inner conflict he'd felt before and he was no stranger to it, so he forced his eyes forward once more when Cory suddenly called out.


    An invisible brow would raise in surprise, because it was only that morning that he'd basically been told 'sorry, nothing I can do'. He almost asked why the change of heart, but with Cory coughing up blood and the fact that hardly anyone was around seemed to be enough of an indication. The Exiles weren't ready to suffer a raid on top of whatever else was ailing them, and that was fine by Chem as long as he got his daughter back,


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    GHOULIAN WILSON-ALEXANDER ☣

    "Little Psy is the baby jaguar that some idiot captured, duh! Might I suggest you start popping in by the cells every now and then?"

    Ghoulian snorted in retort towards Twisted as he became aware of the situation. Of course he knew the kid, he had used her to help with some of the errands around the prison. The saluki sorely wished to laugh as he saw Cory demanding for the kid to be brought out and handed back. Oh how greatly he wished to mock the sickly lion. Sod it, he was.

    "Hrm? Changing your mind so soon? I thought we stood by our principles, but I guess not."

    The surgeon was going to have nothing to do with this fight. As far as he was concerned the other Exilers could sleep in the bed they shit in. And with that he got up and headed back inside, going through to the cafeteria so he could lock himself inside the storage cupboard with the herbs.


    ☠ THE WORLD WILL BURN!



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    Her heartbeat pounded in her chest despite her best efforts, she was keeping calm yes she didn’t worry about having a meltdown here. She would be fine, it was only a one time slip up that got her in that predicament and it wouldn’t happen again. She was no coward, wasn’t a victim when she fought like hell and used her cunning without anyone else’s help but Cory’s to get out of this dump. She keeps her body exactly as it should be, her eyes furrowed and were rightfully pissed and maw parted to show black gums and pearly whites. She showed no sign of her innermost frets. She wouldn’t no, because she had no need for caution or fear. She’d overcome it long ago and had fought these mother fuckers time and time again.


    As always she comes up near the front pausing besides Fallengrace and looking to the group of Exiles, Twisty was there which she both despised and was thankful for (she wish the girl had a sense to runaway from here, she had some sanctuary with her even if she still knew the girl would likely try to kill her) but the turnout was small and weak. At the front of it was a leader she knew very well in the form she most preferred him in, a vicious grin splits her snarl. ”I don’t recall tearing off your balls as well as your leg Cory” she taunts confidentially, the Exiles relenting before the first members attacked was strange to her. They must be struggling, she should take advantage of it and rip them apart here and now. ”You better hustle to get that kid to us or shits really going to hit the fan”


    smugly she decides to lay down in front of the Exilers making herself vulnerable as a way to show them exactly what she thought of them. Weak cowards who’d only gotten lucky. ”Times ticking by and I’m starting to get hungry.” she throws her head back to the other Ruiners ”anyone want a feast of lion legs? it’s on the house”


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    "Yeah, too bad I was busy being captured by the same fuckers you're trying to defend," Snaps the wolfdog at Ghoulian. How was she supposed to check the prisons when she had only just returned from her capture a few days ago? She lets a growl out, rumbling deep in her throat at Ghoulian. Truly, that boy had some nerve. "Since you wanna suck their dick so much Ghoulian, why don't you go join them?" She adds with a lash of her tail. However it seemed there was no point anyway to her words, since Cory was already bringing Psychological back to whatever shitty Ruiners were there.

    Her eyes land on Ver, and she lets out a cocked laugh. "Oh Ver, it's a pleasure to see you again." She states with a small smile curling his lips. She had begun to hate Ver less, figuring that if she couldn't beat her, she might as well join her in her games. "I'm sure the kid will roll up in a minute. Keep your cool, Ver, and everyone can go home nice and dandy without a scratch." She states, sitting down to pose that she was not interested in a fight.

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    ☯ ☯ ☯ In truth, he craved a fight. He wished to coat his paws in a few crimson pools, more than ever. However, as the sickness traveled amongst his body, he was too weak to fight back. Irregardless, he couldn’t let this happen. Wouldn’t.


    As Ghoulian spoke, he growled. “I suggest you get the fuck away from me,” the sickly leader snaps, just before turning to Ver Million begrudgingly. “Well, what a joy-“ he wheezes, a wracking cough passing tired lips. With this, he grins. “I must know, what DID you do with my leg?”

       

    Oh what was this?. Fallengrace catch up rather quickly that something was wrong here as none of the exiler where responding in thier usual war loving behavior and instead they where trying to cooperate to give them back the child they had come for. While everyone else seemed to care more to interact with some sort of casual conversation with thier enemy the vampire would instead take a close observation of the whole situation and sniffed the air and oh it was then everything fall into place for them. This place stank of sickness and by the looks of it thier poor demon leader had got stuck with it, badly so as well. So that was what was going on here. The exiles where sick and weak. Amusement shine up inside of the Warlord eyes and they would lower down thier head towards the lion while a devilish chuckle rumbled in thier throat while completely ignoring Twistedtongue after all her comments towards them had already grown old not seeming to have anything else to say to them then calling them for a bitch. How predicable like she honestly believed that would get a respond out from them, that they would give a lowlife like her any sort of attention.


    " Oh, i didn't know you had the ability to copy how a brain worked." they would mock the lion how so patheticly surrend himself to all of them. How weak and pathetic but they wouldn't complain not until the child where back with them again. Turning thier gaze to side glance over at Chemical again would directly speak to him now. " Go in there and get your daughter back and take along anyone you want with you." Fallengrace would instruct believing it was only fair to let the father get his prectious daughter back again. Thier gaze would then fall back on the lion again with a vicious sneer. " I will stay here and make sure no unwanted interuptions happends." before walking themself around him and the rest of the exilers to get themself to stand in front of the prisoner to block the exit so no one could get in our out without thier permission and they would only allow Chemical and his time to get inside. " Now order your people to stand down and surrender. As soon we have got Psychological back we will leave you and your sick pathetic people alone to allow karma to decide your clans fate."

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    ☾ The endless war with the Exiles was beginning to scratch at her brain. Not to mention, most of these raids ended before they even began, and there was hardly ever any blood shed. She came nonetheless, sauntering in a bit behind and then weaseling her way towards the front. There she stood, yellow eyes fixated on the leader. His state of health was evident, but she kept silent. A mental note was made.


    Something seemed to be bugging her, and a question tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop it: "Who did it?" Ever stoic, her expression was blank except for an expectant lift of her eyes. They swept between their faces, momentarily scrutinizing before landing on Cory once more. He was the leader, shouldn't he know?

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    TAGS ☆彡reap what one sows, and all that shit. the maine coon really, really, didn't see the point in approaching, but he also didn't want to look like a pansy, either. if a fight did break out, he'd be fucked, regardless. and also didn't help that his powers were slightly off, considering his own sickness. why, just why, hadn't cory done something about this when he could've, and privately at that? was ordering around the exiles (as he should) that much of a headache? grudgingly staying to the side of things, he'd prop his head up on an arm, looking blankly at the ruiners. he didn't have any information himself, and it wasn't as though he'd give it, either; not without accidentally starting something, especially with his mouth.

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    RIGHT OR WRONG

    Voices. She could hear the voices and she felt her heart racing in her ears. Oh, they came for her. They actually came? She was not surprised, per-say. No, she was thrilled more then anything. The worn cub let out a waek sigh as she stood and moved to the cell door. "I'm here!"


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    Cory allowing Twisty to be anywhere near a raid irked her horribly, she'd just been tortured not long ago and the injuries she sustained weren't the kind that healed with the snap of a finger even if the girl was capable of walking around now. ”Head inside Twisty I don't want you getting hurt, the rest of these shitheads however I have no problem ripping apart if they waste one more minute of our time” she huffs to the girl, her words are harsh but she is concerned. She just wishes the girl had decided to leave this dump for some place that wasn't so dangerous to her mental and physical health.


    She rolls slightly on her side as Cory talks as if uninterested her eyes only narrowly focused on him even if it was hard to tell. ”I keep it in the ruins just in case i need to shove your foot up your ass for trying the ruins on our home turf” she snips at the sick lion, he was in no shape to even fight was he? Could he even keep up his stamina when he sounded about ready to keel over and die? Her tail flicks and she'd look up towards Fallen waiting for whatever command they'd give, she hoped he wouldn't just allow them to surrender. The child was their priority but while they were here they might as well kick the clan while they were already down to ensure they stayed weak.


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    Chemical Warfare

    STRIKE FIRST, STRIKE HARD, NO MERCY

    melanistic jaglion - amber eyes - male - adult - 3rd tier


    As soon as he was certain that Cory truly wasn't interested in a fight- which became clear after the two groups started mindlessly bickering with each other, Chem passed the Exilers by and went looking for his daughter. It wasn't long before he heard her calling out from a cell, and with his telekinesis picked the lock to quickly shove it open. "Psy! Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" he asked as he pulled the cub toward him to inspect her, perhaps not as gentle as he could have been given his panic. Nuke was the last person he trusted to not hurt a child, and with Cory allowing the capture of children a part of Chem had been convinced that the other would take advantage of it in order to hurt him. She didn't look severely hurt, but he couldn't help but feel skeptic. "I'm sorry it took so long to get you out."


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    ★ ― psychological

    shut your dirty, dirty mouth, i'm not that insane!

    Think I hurt his pride more then he hurt me. She mused as she winced slightly in his grasp. Most of her injuries came from working for the Exilers. Honestly, they had mainly bickered and she was grateful for that. I want to go home now. She answered as well. Softly leaning into her father.


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    TANYA.

    female ♛ physically easy ♛ mentally hard ♛ powerplay interactions ♛ tag if attacking –

    – ❝ A SEVEN NATION ARMY COULDN'T HOLD ME BACK ❞


    ♛ – What was this? A circus?

    While if she had any hand in the matter, the only way Psychological would be going home was in broken, jagged tatters, she held faith in her superiors ... well, for the most part. As the banter ensued, she noted how professionalism seemed to be thoroughly rejected by this society. Not unexpected; they kept prisoners, for God's sake. God. To hell with that idea, she thought, bitterly.


    Her crystal-cyan eyes shimmered with ferocity as Fallengrace dare suggest them to surrender. "I apologize if I'm out of place, Warden," she piped up, slinking to Twistedtongue's side, "But if your clan is irresponsible and weak enough to simply let a defenseless child be kidnapped, you deserve to be pillaged. I think I speak for all the Exiles when I say that you cannot just show up on our territory and expect us to take your shit. Now, take your shit," she hissed, with a nod to the ever-so-eager Psychological, "and get the fuck off our property."


    Hopefully, this is vulgar enough for the other Exiles to warm up to me a bit more, she hoped.

    Chemical Warfare

    STRIKE FIRST, STRIKE HARD, NO MERCY

    melanistic american lion - amber eyes - male - adult - 3rd tier


    He was relieved that she was okay, even proud that she hadn't let them get the better of her emotionally and mentally, but he was still very much aware of how badly things could have gone. She was still a child, and despite her efforts and willingness to learn, she lacked the experience and skill to keep herself alive just yet. No doubt she would become a fierce hunter and fighter for her clan, but she still had many tests to pass between then and now before he would ever feel truly okay with her facing down the world.


    "Yeah, this is no place for a Warfare." he agreed, wanting to return her to the desert as quickly as he could. Ren would want to give her a once over, and she could likely use a good sleep and meal to help her feel more like her old self.


    He rejoined the waiting group quick enough with Psy, melting into the ranks of his own people and glad to be done with the Exiles territory. It might have been bleak and barren, but it was a far cry from the desert he called home. The only time he was ever truly comfortable in another clans terrain was when he was fighting on it, and when another Exiler came stalking forward to spit her take, Chem would let his tail lash behind him in warning.


    "Things are going well for both our groups right now, kid- don't blow it for anyone." he'd say as his amber eyes locked on the mouthy dragon, his tone calm but spoken with a warning edge. Cory had given him what he wanted and had been civil about it, even if he'd made the decision on a whim to give Psy back- it would be a damn shame if the other Ruiners decided to say 'fuck it' and attack now, all because this Exiler had to try and get cocky at the end of things. One thing the inexperienced dragoness would quickly learn was that things could change on a dime in this world, and that just because the water seemed calm didn't mean there weren't monsters lurking just beneath the surface.


    His gaze would shift from her to Cory, and while he doubted the other cared much, he made sure to offer them a nod of thanks. Chem was very much aware of how differently this could have gone, with injuries and losses on both sides. Instead, Cory had chosen to spare both of their groups the trouble by returning Psy in one piece, and the melanistic cat was greatful to him for that. It still felt wrong to stand on opposites sides of the battlefield from the other given their lineage, and while he knew that they were happy leading the Exiles he would always hope they'd come around to joining the Ruins, where they really belonged.


    "Come on, Psy. Lets go home." he'd say, ushering her toward Ren so that they could head out. What the other Ruiners did from here out wasn't his business.


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