Kalaber

He growled at tyrant upset now.But he prayed that atleast wither would come to see him whether she believed him or not but that was unlikly.He attempted to pull away from his uncle but not to return to the fight.

Nanuka and tango soon came bounding in.They layed down and tango began to groom his mother.

Mohan and Gaara as well came into the land and layed down.

Tyrant

The black brute let go of the child with a sharp punishing toss. "You want to die!?" He roared with his first words. "Do you know how many are against you in that pack. Stepping foot into those lands is like sending a mouse into a den of cats! You will surely die." His spinning rage cause his head to thrust down and to the side. Dark crimson eyes glaring at each of the cats. At first it was a burning desire to scare them off but a bit of psychotic temper gripped him. "And these fine fellows, and ma'am," He nodded to the female You can create a bond with cats, but no other canines will help aid you? Are you a cat now? Purrrrfect! Wait until your father hears what has happened to you!" He snarled, discarding the thought that Crucified had no recognition of his past life. "Boy I am responsible for you! You are not going to die under my watch and you are not yet old enough to get your sisters back! The pack is in stress as it is, this is the worst possible time to turn to them." He kicked up a rock with his front paw and let it fly a few feet away. "Ynear is lost, I saw it, she has no faith you tell the truth. Wither, You just confused the hell out of her! She has had her doubts but she is power hungry and with what you are saying she is being torn between morals and power!" He sighed soon.

His rage began to subside and he too laid on the ground. Closing his eyes with a flicking tail of aggrivation. "I know you want them back. I would help you if the pack were not run by my sister. I will not turn on her in any way. What happens if they die because of your little stunt there? If they turn or begin to doubt the Haunters they will be killed. I have seen it, don't try and bribe them, it will only cause pain and they are old enough to know it." His words held power but he knew there was nothing he could do for the child.

"And you!" He stated to the felines. "What business brings you here? You aren't wolven or even canine, why dispute against a pack you don't even kow?" he stared, amazed that his nephew could get such help.

Kalaber

He growled lightly as he listened to tyrant.He snorted."I am no feline they are friends and oh i have about two other wolves on my side"He said.He listened to him fully.

Nanuka:She glanced at the wolf as he raged on and on and then questioned them."Im here because i have become kal's friend for i know how it feels to loose siblings"

Tango he remained silent excetp."She is my mother"

The two tigers yawned"anuka and tango arre our friends we will stick by them threw thick and thin"

Ralna

Echo called upon the horizon, the sound of tempers flaring. So luring and beckoning. Oh the anger and purging veins made her insides tingle with curiosity as pillars animated the wench in that same direction. Twin peaks stood attentive upon cranium, aching to hear more of the lifted yips and growls to fill the void that had been created from being in solitude. Ebonite tendrils stood upon end, the nape of her neck itching to witness the turmoil unfolding only yards away. Stocky limbs continued their dance across the bog, the squishing lyric going unnoticed for the time being as her main concern was catching a glimpse of the tussle.

Alas, her intentions were torn apart once the vision of a few lupine came into view -- accompanied by feline bodies. Imagine the odd picture of the two legendary enemies standing face to face without a single thrown blow? Intringuing no doubt, and Ralna once more succombed to her wandering mind. Picking up her pace, amber spheres darted between all those present warily, questioning the motives each persona held at that moment. Were they in leadership together under a single body? Did one of the massive felines have something of great importance to a Lupine? So many questions went unanswered as she grew closer to the group. Tail levitated just above the touch of weeds as the passed over them gracefully, her poise never faltering despite the growing anxiety of being around another.

Ralna paused, dual fore-limbs positioned direction in front of that slender bodice drowned in midnight hue. Crown was lowered, nostrils beginning to sniff and gain knowledge of the surrounding enviornment as she watched the others. Perhaps she herself, was a bit silent and reserved at initial meetings, fully aware of the tempers fellow canines can hold. There was talk of friendship, loss, and even family, which caused her cuirosity to billow over the rim. Left tower twitched forth, sure that her next words could possibly be her last.

"Aye, friend through thick and thin. Surely a luring phrase from a legendary killer, no?"

Lyrics were warm and full of sarcasm no doubt, though they held a bit of feminine persuasion to add just enough touch to gain their attention. If anger flared, let it flare. Ralna had nothing to lose for the growling in her stomach reminded her of that every day. Piercing flames jumped between the one that held authority in his frame and the other lupine who seemed to have gotten in a bit of trouble.

Tyrant

His lips were about to go up into a rage when he heard anothing being in the brush. Bleeding pools darted to where the fea had emerged and quickly he rose to his feet. Towering over the canines at 3'6" and weighing in at 180 lbs he was obviously the largest canine. His pools were hard on the fea for the intrusion but his manners were kinder to the smaller sex. "I do wonder, m'dear, do you have a death wish? Any other group of wolves would have you for lunch for that speach there." He gave a cold smile as his fur began to bristle upon his back. His scared muzzle rinkling in a show of razor teeth.

His body was darker in hue than hers, oiled with a strip of salt and pepper down his back and on the top side of his tail. His eyes were the color of warm blood that had just soiled a batle ground. The scar on the top of his muzzle was in the shape of a disfigured saw blade. Ragged edges to prove her has successfully survived a wolf trying to break in his muzzle.

A bow was givien, he knew his manners. "I am Tyrant, Son of Vicious and Fallen. This is my nephew." He didn't bother introducing Kalaber, nor did he acknowledge the cat's presence for the fea. He gave a space for her to introduce herself. He turned to the cats. "If you are bored enough to side with a wolf, then go ahead. Kalaber, you have to think things out before you rush into a death pit." He turned to the fea with a spark in his eyes. "Isn't that right missy?" He gave an evil grin waiting for her reply.

Kalaber

He snorted and just moved over to gaara to allow the big cat to groom his neck.

Ralna

Oh how she loved catching someone off their guard, especially when it resulted in all the attention being upon her. Funnels heard the words of the first wolf, muzzle reflecting the sneer that brandished upon his scarred face. Knives were bared, despite the flutters within her stomach at the fact he had spoken to her in such a way. Just what she had expected, and she had to admit to herself, it was nice. Pink muscle added a tint of moisture to said fangs as it was flicked forth much like that of a serpent awaiting the strike. However, strike she did not, for the sound of his voice was a bit mesmorizing. Instead, tendrils stood upon end as she stared, perhaps expecting a sort of attack from the felines. When none came, only his offering of a name, her stance relaxed slightly. Whip was still stationary behind her flanks, not daring to move an inch. Sight danced around the circle, and if eyebrows could perk, hers would at the picture of a tiger grooming the younger wolf. Interesting, no doubt, but not something she could put her trust into.

Ralna awaited the introductions to finish, and even as that same tone was emitted to his nephew, Tyrant's dominance shown brightly. Apparently something had taken place and costed a bit of dignity.

"Ralna is my name and yes, can you only imagine how much thought I gave this step I have taken?"

Once more, her words oozed with sarcasm which was her only means of protection from Tyrant's haughty explaination. He had manners, that was for certain, and even though she was not used to them, it proved to captivate her for the time being. In a sense, frightened her a bit mainly due to the fact that well, she wasn't raised with such things. Vision lifted with that delicate dome, bringing her eyesight even with that of the others. Tyrant's size was larger compared to her petite frame, but as they say, Never judge a book by it's cover alone.

"I must ask, and surely it's none of my business.. but I was enjoying that bit of raised volume. Pray tell the reason."

Tyrant

His expression grew slightly softer as she offered her name, and he bowed with dignity. "A pleasure to meet you fair Ralna." He was to kind to most females, in as many ways as he could. It was just his way to be. Until the female mis judged him of course, like the one who dared break his muzzle. Her gift was pleasant after that encounter.

When she spoke of their raised voices his expression grew sour. Turning sharply onto the wolf pup behind him he growled, "This dim witted baffoon had the stupidity to march himself into the lands of the Shadow Haunters and challenge them." He turned to the fea to see her reaction. His voice did rise as he turned to the pup again. "Like offering yourself on a silver, no, golden platter. They would have taken you captive and slowly let you die, that is how my sister is. She loves to torture." He turned to the fea.

"I see we are attracted to hostile moments, aren't we?" He chuckled a bit. "Makes life shorter but more enjoyable does it not?" He stared hard onto her now, though gave no flick of eye contact. He avoided her gaze in full and utter respect.

Kalaber

He snorted."I did not challenge them you fool i was only searching for my siblings they are the ones who started it"He snarled and bared his fangs lightly.He then just let his head fall onto gaara's back.

Ralna

A perk of those ears in response to Tyrant's words as they were softer and full of respect and honor. A durastic change than what she was used to. But no less, vision lingered upon him for moments more, noticing the fact that he dare not make eye contact. Whatever his reasons, she respected him enough to allow it. Any other and she would have demanded that they at least look upon her whilst speaking. Hind legs shifted, bringing that whip down upon the ground and allowing her a bit of comfort as she seated herself in front of them. Pillars were properly positioned beneath her, her chest held firmly forward making her appear larger than she really was. A quirk to make others intimidated? Perhaps.. for that was all she really had at that point.

As Tyrant spoke of his nephew's actions, her focus settled upon the wolf being groomed by the giant cat. Moonlit spheres noted the confidence the youth had and maybe there was good reason for his death wish? And then he spoke of siblings. Yeah, those can be lost to you forever and there isn't a thing you can do to stop them most of the time. Sometimes they feel as if they have something to prove or maybe just want to get away from the constant feeling of being confined. Ralna noted the brief ferocity shown by Kalaber, and went back to answer the question.

"Life is what you make it. Perhaps if you believe in something enough, nothing can stand in your way except death. If you have nothing left, that is the only answer to your curiosity."

She merely grinned wickedly at Tyrant with her answer for surely he must dislike her now. Ralna was strong-willed and unafraid of consequence which she picked up on the same from Tyrant. They were much alike whether they knew it or not.

"In my opinion and it may mean nothing to you, but if he wishes to seek death, let him. But if he truly wants his siblings back, there are better ways. One only needs to ponder the possibilities before rushing in. Although, I think your options are limited now with your corruptive outburst Tyrant is speaking of."

Amber circles caught sight of the massive male once more, attempting to seek out his thoughts on her words. Almost as if she were afraid to lose his respect?

Tyrant

His lips curled into a slight disapproving snarl as the boy spoke back, “To them, you were going to turn their members against their pack. It will cause dismay and they do not wish to see it. They have you in a corner and every attack you give them, they will return. You have to think it through and not obliterate your only chance of getting your sisters back.” He could only sigh at the pups determination. He was going to get seriously injured if not dead.

Crimsons turned back to Ralna, sight setting on her forehead in comfortable conversation. Instead of any bitter disagreement he only made a fair and hearty debate. “Aye, If you believe in something, you only believe nothing can get in your way. But once you believe in something the world tends to fall on you. You may believe you can overcome all, but when death becomes your opponent, it will fight for you to lose just as much. Even if you want something you’d give your life for, you must be strong enough to at least get to what you love, and from there achieve the rest of the goal.” He was silent, his words were not full of evil, they were not full of bitter hate or distrust. It is how he felt, death was something he tried to know most about. He often wondered if there was even anything after death. The confliction of beliefs made him strive to know the truth. It was a never ending search he knew he would never achieve.

Other than his strong expression he gave no hint to deep thoughts. He stayed in his respectful posture, not opposing her but not submitting to her either. He had no reason to challenge this fea. As her last words entered his lobes he answered with a soft tone. “I am his protector, I promised my brother and this boys mother that I would protect him with everything. My brother has amnesia, and I fear any further contact between the two will throw more pain than any pleasure. This boys mother was slain by….” He paused knowing it was he who helped slay her. He continued in a low voice, Kalaber and the cats would not hear his words even if all were silent. “His mother, let my brother almost die. I could not forgive that. She was a love of his, but he is my blood, I’d rather see him live.” His voice raised again. “His sister was slain by the Shadow Haunters because she refused to believe their intent to be good. She had… inside information that was to valuable for the pack. I was to protect her as well, but… my mind was not with me at the time… So I have sworn double to keep Kalaber alive.” He pointed to the pup as he introduced his name.

“Kalaber, it is true, with your little outburst they are going to tighten their defenses and double time with the brainwashing of your sisters. They will erase you from their memories because you went into their land ill prepared. How will you convince them you are not the enemy the next time you have the chance to speak with them?” His comfort around the fea may have been a bit frightening to some. He was relaxed when he needed to be, understanding and confusing. He never made eye contact for the pure fact of not wanting to challenge the fea. Dark frame began to gleam as the sun beat down upon it. Other than his scar, he seemed magnificent in stature, posture, and pride. He knew when he was defeated before it came to death, he knew when he could win, and he knew many misunderstood and misjudged him.

Ralna

Minx listened closely to the story Tyrant was divulging to her at that moment. Such a sad story and to think that something as beautiful as love could cause so much. Course, she would never know for love was one of the things she would admit being frightened of. Fluorescent bulbs watched him unblinking as he continued and spoke of his oath to keep harm away from Kalaber. Very honorable and noble no doubt and she was not used to such a thing as keeping promises.

He seemed so fluent in his knowledge of death and chaos which lead her to believe that he must look it in the face quite often. And to think she had been through a lot where as he definitely topped her on that one. Maybe she came in a close second place, but the words he spoke and the way he portrayed such things lead her to believe he spoke no lies. After his explanation, it was obvious this group of wolves was pretty high in society and any who opposed were automatically stereotyped as mad. And words of brainwashing? That in itself was enough cause a shiver to creep along her spine. Focus shifted away from Tyrant for it was apparent she had been staring at him for some time. Perhaps it was the fact that his composure was so easily noticed and captivating. Glancing to Kalaber, soft lyrics parted once more.

"Do you know their exact location in the realm?"

An idea was forming in her mind, one that could easily get her killed. But again, if there is nothing left to live for, why not take a risky step? Circles found majestic wolf called Tyrant, so many thoughts swirling inside that delicate little mind.

Kalaber

He snorted."Yah well i have inside information on them tyrant. But why divulge it to you. All i have to say is i hope betrayle wins"He said and then laid his head back down.

Tyrant

The hint was caught on her plan. What she was planning and how she was planning it was unknown to him. He didn’t seem to bring it up however, except for the fact; “Kalabers sisters are not so easy to take. Ynear, the runt, is very loyal to Nachi. Wither has her doubts but she is power hungry and my sister is offering her a leadership position. It will be harder to just take them since it is against their will. Plus, my half siblings are there as well, they are just a few week older and they, too, believe in Nachi’s words.” He shook his head with a funny smirk. “I have to hand it to the crazy she-wolf, she knows how to pull strings. However the pups are in no favor to either alphas, If Nachi is coaxed from the pack the pups will follow.”

It was then that his muscles tensed uncomfortably. Speaking about Betrayal was a topic he never liked. “I’m not sure how much easier it would be if Betrayal were to win the fight. You see, she is just as power hungry as my sister. They have been rivals since Risen opened her eyes. I’m not even sure if she would keep your sisters alive if she had full reign for I do not know the she-wolf.” He thought back on the first memory of Hidden Betrayal, his first and only glimpse was when his mother pounced on her to stay away from the den.

For a moment he was still, staring off in the distance with a look of either everything going through his mind, or nothing at all. He had to blink a few times to catch himself back and then spoke softly to Kalaber, “Every bit of information you know on your sisters where-abouts, I will know. I am an insider, Risen is still my blood and I will help her where I can. And you going against her tears me in two because I have to choose who to protect more. In the end battle, when it is you against Risen, and Risen alone, I shall not interfere. The fight will be between the two of you. If she sends her junkies to kill or kidnap you, I will ward them away. If you send your little… feline friends, I will stand by her side to fight them off. The drill is quite complicated and you complicate it even more with trying to take your sisters back.” His nose crinkled a little, showing his disapproval of the thought of being in war with the both of them again. “Tell me, how –would- you get your sisters back. I swear upon my dignity as a wolf I shall not reveal any information, but I can tell you if you have a chance, or none at all.” His tone was hotly now. His mind digging him into the thought of conflicting with himself. The image of Kalaber and his sister fighting, and him standing helplessly on the side lines, unable to swear to a specific side, haunted his waking conscious.

Ralna

The more he spoke, the more Ralna began to realize just what kind of predicament Kalaber had gotten himself in to. It appeared his sisters did not want to return, nor did they want to follow in his shadow. They had made their own minds up and now, they seemed further away almost beyond retrieval. This battle they spoke of rendered her curiosity dissatsified, but what more could she do? Venturing into their lands at a time like this would prove mad and most likely claim her life. Besides, like Tyrant had claimed. He would most likely stand in her way if she were to even attempt to interfere. She knew neither of these wolves and knew that it was better to swollow bark than trust in either of them -- no matter how much Tyrant captured her.

A shake of that hood sent ripples along her flesh, causing the tendrils along her spine to rise sporatically before calming once more. Perhaps it was better for Kalaber to sit tight until this event takes place? Then again, could one stop someone so deteremined as he? Ralna could only hope the youth would listen to his uncle. At this moment, she took a bold step and began moving closer to them. Within only feet of Tyrant by this point, she could feel the knot of anxiety twisting in her gut. Taking a seat once more, haunches flexed, bringing her bottom down across from them.

This Nachi they spoke of.. if it is true she could be coaxed, is there something the two wolves have in common that could lure her? Was there something both she and Kalaber favored that she could alos benefit from?

Tyrant

Maybe it was for the better than Ralna did not trust him. His father was dark as well as most of his siblings, why was he so different, or was he? He had his devilish moments, but if one were to truely grow close to his heart - friend or family - he would never turn on them no matter what, unless his own life was at risk, and even then...

Even as the maiden approached, he did not change his stance or features. He did not offer growls, raised hair, or even a threatening glance. Just a friendly stillness to make her feel as comfortable as he could. Almost to comfortable, he made himself look voulnerable. Even in his relaxed state he would be able to fend himself if the need be. He would continue the conversation as if he had known her for a while, she posed no threat yet, what did he know. The only weaknesses he had was Risen and Kalaber, and his Brother. He had no land, no children of his own, nor a mate that could be stolen from him. Plus being one of the largest of his kind, he felt no need to feel threatened by just one being.

As far as information on Nachi went, Tyrant hadn't a clue on how the wolfess behaved. Nor did he know her interests. All he knew was she was the one caring for the pups, and the pups would defend her to the ends of the earth. She would keep her pups at all costs as well. Even if it ment slaughtering the ones that turned against her.

Kalaber

He listened but remained resting.How would he get his siblings?"I would have to convince them that nachi is not the perfect wolf-cat to be around but that i do not know how to do"He said calmly.

Tyrant

His only motions was a rather noticable sigh that came after Kalabers words. The pup didn't know what he was getting himself into nor was the answer any clearer than a mud pit. Crimson orbs flashed now as he began a soft murmur. He didn't know what to tell the kid, just that the feat was next to impossible.

"You don't know how much Nachi has done with the pups. You may be able to get Wither, but Ynear is a lost cause unless you somehow prove that Nachi is worse than she seems. And even then Ynear will not believe your words for she believes Nachi knows all. Even if she were to slay you infront of your black sister's eyes, she would feel no remorse for she thinks you are the one against them." His murmur turned into a sharp growl that quickly resided like a wave. "I know no wolf-cat you are talking about. And you would have to convince them somehow that Nachi is not everything. How will you do that, start thinking of some ideas. I don't know the fea personaly. I've never spoken with her nor most of the members of the pack. Just to my sister and she updates me. She has just told me Nachi is wonderful with pups, but how would you know what to say if you know nothing of your opponent, and now you've pretty much blown your whole chance of getting your sisters away. Tell me, how would you go about telling your sisters, and how do you expect to even see them now?!" His words were in a bit of a harsh tone. He flexed in anger, letting the muscles in his neck bludge as if her were straining to see something.

Ralna

Vision danced between the two for some time as they continued their heightened argument. Nothing was going to be able to dishearten Kalaber, and it was obvious that with every suggestion Tyrant offered, he grew more and more out of patience. How she wished she knew words of kindness or words on encouragment to offer Tyrant, but it seemed she knew nothing that would prove useful nor informative. She knew nothing of those they spoke and could only gather the fact that they were not a group to taunt or take advantage of. Instead,she only gave her ability to listen.

Alas, at the first form of anger that shown from Tyrant, the fur upon her spine tingled. As those muscles tensed, so did her own anxiety peak. Head was lowered, glance given to see the reaction upon Kalaber's features. Would violence be the only thing that could make the pup listen? To make him see the reason his uncle was trying to serve him? Why did she cower? Unknown was the reason why, perhaps out of instinct. He was surely the strongest one and even the thought of him lashing out made the pit of her stomach tighten with excitement.

Kalaber

He growled lightly as he listened but didn't answer he was very unsure.How could his sisters think that he was the opponnent. True it did look like ynear was a lost cause and i nthe end he might just have to kill her but he hoped it didn't come to that.

Tyrant

His muscles stayed tense as the only thing that broke the silence was his ominous growling. It was a low rumble, nothing much compared to the anger and confusion that had built up in him. The emotions that wanted to explode, yet he kept them compressed in the walls of his body.

Only after a moment did the growling subside, his fur stayed on end, however, and his pupils had constricted to tiny shivering dots. ”You have a lot to do, and to think of before you can make such big boasts about getting your family back. You have to think, get inside the pack, learn what they know, learn their strengths and their weaknesses. I would help if the pack were not full of my half siblings. You must find allies, those you know for sure will help you. I warn you, be careful who you send in there, for they may turn on you, and your hide will really be in trouble.”

His expression softened again. ”Now, think, what do you have to do. What are you going to get inside their minds, and how are you going to do it?” He glanced to Ralna, noting that the boisterous fea had quieted. Perhaps she was just confused, or perhaps she was seeping information. He gave no question.