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Negan growled loudly as Dean bit his paw, going to strike him once more-- but was interrupted. That interruption was done by none other than Vader, who had successfully frozen Negan in place. And it wasn't long before his NPC guards noticed something was going on. It would become the first demonstration of just how powerful Negan actually was. All the silent NPC guards he had to keep anyone from overthrowing his reign were now going to show what happened if anyone tried to mess with Negan. They surged forward like a swarm of angry bees and began to attempt to attack the robotic lion bodied at almost every angle they possibly could. They were strong, merciless and set on stopping Vader. And if it worked, it would be enough time for Negan to gain control once more retaliate himself.

"That's my girl. That's exactly what I like to hear." Thank god someone listened to him around here. Someone that understood that a raid was now abso-fucking-lutely necessary now. Evelyn was the love of his life. He'd made one simple rule: not to mess with him, Lucille or his fiance. And The Cartel had broken that rule. Once Victorianpaw started the raid, he would be joining them with sharpened knives and angry, bloodthirsty fangs ready to greet the assholes that took Evelyn. And so, he stormed out of the area to go grab his weapons.

(ooc- feel free to make a thread for the raid if you were not thinking of doing so already btw ^^)

Negan remembered he'd seen her working on this engine before, so he came over when he heard the roar of what sounded like an engine. Now he was curious. The muscular gray muzzled canine padded over, standing beside Alter as the dalmador tried to figure out what it was he was looking at. "That sounds like the sweet sound of success there, Elliot. Did'ya get it to work finally?" the tone in his voice would confirm that he was actually fairly impressed by this.

(ooc- I remember now. whoops. I am super tired, sorry lol. fixed my posts.)

With all the strength in his body, the wolf mix was able to finally move again. However, for a while, he remained silent, watching Vader slice through his men without difficulty. Finally, he decided it was time to attempt to stop this for now. "Guards!" Or what's left of you at least. "That's enough! Leave Vader alone!" he did not have to say this twice. The rest of the living (and mostly probably injured) NPCs scrambled away from Vader as Negan approached the robotic lion. There was a pause, as if the leather coated self proclaimed leader was considering something in his head. "... Do what you need to with Dean. After you're done with him I want to see about keeping him prisoner here." he says before stepping away. He did not want to risk putting a hole through Lucille because he got too close or something.

Negan had heard the commotion a little while ago and padded over to see what it was exactly. With Lucille slung over his shoulder protectively, the canine narrowed his eyes at the 3 as he stood in the doorway. "What the actual fuck is going on in here?". Despite the fact Henry and Atticus hated him and refused to see him as leader still, he took a commanding tone to assert his role in this situation.

_{Not impressed with his sulking, Negan narrowed his eyes at the hole he was currently hiding in. "Get out of there." his voice was demanding, though he had no plans to actually harm Peter (at least so far).}

_{"I did not plan to keep him in an actual prison. That's a waste of time. He's going to be working for us." Negan would tell Oliver before Vader's words pulled his attention away. He wasn't angry with Vader earlier for killing a bunch of his guards. No. But after talking to him like he was in charge of Negan? Nope. That did not sit well with him at all. Especially when he punctuated it by making threats to Lucille. Oh fuck no. No one threatened Lucille and got away from it. It was clear to anyone around them just how pissed off the man suddenly was. A low, dark growl escaped his throat, his muscular body only making itself bigger, nothing but raw anger flashing in his eyes. He was a ticking time bomb ready to explode and injure someone at any moment. "You better watch that mouth of your's. I am not going to your commands unless I request them. Don't step out of line." He turned around to face everyone else, his face twisted in an expression that was nothing but hatred. "Anyone try to talk to me after this, and it'll be your head smashed in this time! And I wont stop until there's nothing left up there!" he snaps to everyone else just to prove how pissed he actually was. He did not plan to stick around the area any longer. He was going back home. If the Windclanners wanted to fuck with the Exiler, so be it. he did not give a shit right now.}

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"Of course I am. Who else would be in here cooking dinner?" Negan's deep voice would greet her, following with a small chuckle. It was clear that he was making spaghetti, the first meal he and Evelyn ever shared together. It was a day that would never leave his heart and mind, no matter how much time passed. He was not angry at her for avoiding him-- in fact, if anything he was upset. He did not want his future wife to see him as a monster. All he wanted was to do everything within his power to protect her from the dangers of the world. "I hope you're hungry, because I made enough here to feed a goddamn army." The german shepherd wolf mix tells her, turning around to face her. There was a small vase of flowers sitting in the corner to set the mood. He plucked one of them and held it out for Evelyn. "You can sit down, if you'd like, sweetheart. Everything should be done in a couple minutes."

Negan was not in the best of moods. Between his fiancé being captured in an enemy clan, everyone disrespecting him and Vader fucking with him-- he was trying to forget all the bullshit that's happened these past couple days. Did this change how tired and impatient the canine looked lately? Not in the slightest, but given he had complete control of the clan, he saw it was his duty to greet people looking to join. Oh these poor souls. Negan came over, his large muscular body towering over Atticus, doing his best to try and put the dalmation in place and make him feel less than him. But his gaze was fixed on the newcomer, acting as if he had not heard the spotted canine ask this already. "Gonna have to ask what you're doing here."

Negan was pissed. No. Pissed wasn't even a good enough word to describe just how angry he was right now. He was well boyond fucking pissed. This was a prime example of this clan not doing anything to help themselves. No one had saved Oliver and Peter when they'd been kidnapped-- and by the small turnout, it was looking the same in this case as well. Having gathered everything he needed, Negan arrived with Lucille resting over his shoulder. "Others better show up, or I'm going to go there alone ready to tear every single one of those assholes apart limb by limb." the canine growls deep in his throat. he was done playing games and pretending that everything in Windclan was fine when they just sat back and let others kidnap their own. And he was most certainly not about to sit back and let his fiancé get kidnapped and possibly harmed by anyone.

Negan was not happy. He was pissed. He was pissed off at the clan, but mostly he was pissed off at himself. He had not been able to rescue her in time. He wasn't good enough for Evelyn. She deserved the world, and instead he had a man who had been unsuccessful in getting someone to lead a raid. There was nothing but pain and remorse in his eyes. A beaten down dog that could do nothing but stare down at his paws. "I tried... I tried so hard Eve..." his voice was soft enough that it sounded like he was talking to himself. He was trembling. And he did not care who the fuck saw him like this right now. He was broken to the core. Everything that had happened lately; what Atticus did to Lucille, Evelyn not being rescued and coming back injured-- it was a knife plunged into his heart. And instead of dying, he was suffering. Slowly.

Since Atticus and Henry put him under house arrest, things have been... extremely different from Negan. He was much more peaceful, but he was also unhappy. Very unhappy. Not just because he'd been taken down so soon, but because the two most important things in the world to him (his baseball bat and his fiance) had nearly been taken away from him and he hadn't been able to do anything about it. He'd been sleeping much more frequently, and he hadn't been eating as much as he probably should be. Evelyn had caught him asleep when she came over to check on him, her scent causing him to stir in his sleep and finally wake up, his eyelids feeling painfully heavy and his gaze sad as he looked to her. She's injured because you weren't able to save her. What kind of future husband are you? A lump grew his throat but he swallowed it back down. "Hey Eve..." he rasps out, his voice heavy with guilt and heartache. "How are you feeling?..."