and so happiness leaves: Haneul's Disappearance

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    Haneul was doing a multitude of things throughout the day. Maybe not completely all his necessary tasks and fulfilling every promise, but he tried. And now wandering about the many texture paths of the Isles, he finds himself aming woddland with flower flickering every other five feet.


    The air is crisp, and a breeze touches him, fingers brushing through his fur. The sky is shedding the white clouds and blue for a speckled indigo lainted with waves of a setting sun. How nice. How much he appreciated all this. The beauty, the freedom, the culture and community. Even Tempest whom he had quite a bitching with a week ago, could be appreciated in a moment like this. Where he felt entirely at home. Weightless, himself even while still trying to figure out what that is, and free.


    Large, white, a body too heavy for Haneul to move, slams down on his dreamy moment. Swing it does with a bat, clubbed end. Her arm and paw. The claws carelessy insheathed, or maybe that was intended, and the scrape across his face from cheek to muzzle as the swat takes out his lights.


    He's out, and within even less time, he is removed from Elysia. Gone like the wind, they say. And who would know, except for maybe by scent or any small ttaces left behind, that it was the Hell Raiser, RENO!



    "OCC, shiro from the Hellraisers has ambushed and taken Haneul to their territory. Thus he has disappeared this night."


    The idea that another group could and would attack them without due cause had not really crossed his mind. He figured that there would need to be some kind of reason for it to happen but he also should have known better. As long as he had been around there were many that would attack any group without reason and what he happened across seemed to be the case. His muzzle wrinkled and he took in the stray scents that was left and surely there had been come kind of conflict as Haneul's scent was wrapped up all within the scent of the Hellraisers. That group he knew from experience and they were not a pleasant one, much like the Exiles they didn't much care for anyone or anything but their own and a low hissing growl left his throat, eyes slowly beginning to fill with red that blanketed the whites of his eyes. His breathing sharpened and he tried to control himself but there was fury there and the fact that they could be doing something awful to the other was not lost on him. Turning he briskly walked back to camp to give the alert. ''Coveners, the Hellraisers have kidnapped Haneul but we will not sit idly by and let them do this. I will be speaking to Aphrodite and the Mars Division on how to best move to rescue him.'' They needed to work fast and quickly about the situation.

    "speech." He couldn't lie, while he didn't particularly care for Haneul, this was a captivating situation that he wanted to be a part of. He'd finally get to get his paws into some trouble and not have to deal with creatures nagging his ear off over it. Unlike Barg, Tempest was used to attacks for seemingly no reason. Normally loners wouldn't, but sometimes creatures were hungry, pissed, or looking for trouble. This wasn't new to him.


    The peacock hybrid went over, forcing back a grin. That'd get him berated. "I'm down to help, what do you need me to do?" the feline asked, digging his claws into the ground practically out of excitement, but it could be interpreted otherwise.

    tags- candlelights flickering in the storm

    »»» Oh, right, the Hellraisers existed. He'd almost forgotten about them for a minute there. Clicking his tongue in annoyance as he stepped up with the others his brow furrowed. The Hellraisers were a tiny group from last he remembered. It wouldn't be difficult to get in and get out, or even siege the place if they so wished. But they were a pro-clan, they couldn't do that. It went against their morals or something. It didn't go against his morals. They could always send in one member as a spy or something to get the little dancer back. The Hellraisers had a tiny population, how often did they really keep an eye on their prisoners? Whatever, he wasn't the deputy or the leader, he wasn't even the head of the Mars division. He just did what he was told. "Whatever you need, boss." Half-lidded eyes shifted to face the angelhound, wondering what the game plan was going to be.

    Hellraisers.


    Ah, they knew them. They had actually been good friends with their leader and his mate. Of course, this relationship reared itself between themselves and the Hellraisers behind the Coven's back a while ago, and it had been a long time since they'd even seen the Hellraisers, but it came as a shock to them in particular that they'd target their home after all they've done for their group -- from delivering herbs they needed, to mentoring two of their most medically inclined members so they could have a fighting chance to prosper. They were disappointed that their hard work didn't save the Coven from being targeted. What a shame.


    Ana frowned at the scene, their gaze flickering between Barghest, Mike, and Tempest. Athanasius would not be expected to fight. They didn't show up to the training sessions even when beckoned. They couldn't make them fight, so they wouldn't. They huff. "I'll prepare a cot for them in the infirmary just in case." The vampire says, their tails flicking slowly behind them.

    He was glad for his clanmates honestly. They were willing to do what they could for their own. He gave them a light nod of his head before turning to look at Ana and give them proper thanks. "Thank you Ana." He spoke up with a grateful tone before turning to look at both Tempest and Mik. He sighed softly before he ran through his plans in his mind and he knew that they needed to know the Hellraisers and their territory. He focused then on the task at hand as he started to go forward with the idea. "Tempest, Mik. I don't want to do a full scale raid. What we need is secrecy so I want to send the both of you in to get Han back. Learn the layout of their territory, get close to where they keep their prisoners and break Han out. But be careful, if you have powers to change your form I would suggest that. Any information you get report back but plan out your final step to get Han back. I will help get him if you need more muscle for it." If he could avoid a full on raid he would at least for the moment.