The raven huntress had struggled to make her way up to her favorite spot, her body basically collapsing once she reached her destination. Her breathing as labored, both due to her injuries, and the strain the climb had put on her injured body. Her face was obvious, blood heavily staining one side. She laid it upon the dirt, staining even that as the cold ground went to work, soothing her pain. One of her shoulders and hinds also showed the scars of battle still to heal, shining their crimson light even through her pitch black fur. However, it was her back which had presented the worst pain of all. It wasn't broken, although she suspected a nerve to have been pinched during battle, for her motion was still and her hinds difficult to control. It had brought pain to her entire body, and it had been the real cause former fleeing battle. She did worry for her fellow demons, but mostly she was angry with herself.

She had her hold on Timber, he had been so close to death. Had she only ripped a tiny bit more, the male would have fallen for all eternity. Then Magick could rest in peace knowing that her killer would be with her to experience her fangs again and again.

A strained sigh left the demoness, her eyelids growing heavy now. Hopefully they would know where to find her. Despite these injuries, her thoughts still remained on battle. Battle... and Moon Phase.

That thought brought a small but influential spark to her thoughts. Moon Phase, her fellow huntress had attacked her. Or at least she looked like Moon Phase. Even her size was the same from when she had last known. An offspring perhaps? It was possible, but what sort of huntress allows her kin into a human life. It sickened her, a low growl rumbling from her chest. She winced in discomfort before quieting her thoughts and landing herself in a place of sleep and healing.

He was searching for members for his division when he saw a wolf atop the canyon. His eyes narrowed, then moved along the wall until he got the ledge below her. "I see a battle refugee. Do you love to fight, or just ambushed?" He asked quietly a tone of hearty, ready to turn deadly if needed.

The raven beauties's harks twitched, catching the tones although trying to swat them away at the same time. Despite wanting to heal, Taijya was not quite prepared to lay still for one who was unfamiliar. Slowly her eyes fluttered open, dangerous golden globes looking directly to where the males tones had come. "Fool. I don't fight I kill." Unwillingly, she forced her body to stand. Though her wounds were scabbed over, she was still weak and in no condition to take on another fight. Despite this she held herself tall, disliking the idea of anyone besides her few trusties, to see her in this condition. "Your a fool to have to ask" By her tones she would appear aggrivated. It was possible she was overdoing her show, because even though she was acting tough, she could never back up anything for too long. And her comrades still appeared to be fighting at the Ranch, so she would be alone on this one.

The midnight brute smirked devilishly. His eyes glimmering witht the soul of that who would love to kill, given the chance. His father killed many, His sister was feared by many, He wished to live up to his heritage. "Killing is the better, I should have known better than to ask one such as yourself the degrading question of just a fight. So you are a murderer. Wonderful." His toned fell flat, his head wish his shoulders, eyes shading, letting no light reflect from the moist spheres. His voice grew suddenly cold, like a blizzard iced over his heart in that moment of silence. "I was going to ask you to join my division. I was only going to accep males, but you seem to free willed to be.... caged.. Although we cage none who join us. Instead I will ask if you will ally yourself with the Shadow Haunters. I know not of who you side yourself with. That is why I ask. We demand power, We demand respect. And we sure as hell demand those who love to kill. What say you? Does my offer move you in any way?" A slight snarl of defiance began to stir, but soon rolled over like a wave in the sea. Quietly listening to the injured one.

The huntress stood, listening. Taijya had long since been allied to any group. Once ruling a pack, she had left, and returned, her heart chanced fromher travels. It was then she formed the partnership with Fajebin, Whisper, Skittles, and Magick, her most trusted friend. Though Magick and Skittles had both fallen, Fajebin and Whisper had, on most occasions, come to aid her fights with the humans. But the idea of joining a group whom she had only heard rumors of was not something she was willing to jump too. She'd heard of them, but she struggled to remember who had spoken. Annoyed with her forgetfulness, she let her tones out again. "Who else allies with the Shadow Hunters? Speak the names of those well known. I may find intrest in your group if what I hear pleases me"

The demon brute laughed silently to himself as the demons buzzed in his head. Oh a joyous occasion. How should he explain... well, he would make it blunt. Why not? "As you may well know, some of the better known packs are the Lurkers, their allies, Vestige and his allies. We have many enemies in the lands, so there will be a lot of killing. Both Lurkers and Vestige is against our group. So is all of their allies. We are looking for those who will ally with us." He paused for a moment, growling gently in a cooeing demonic tone.

"At the moment we have all misfit allys. The Assassins, Tyrant, Vicious, And a few other cats who side with us. But our pack is much bigger than our allies." His ears perked, hearing the call of his alphess. "If you wish, You could see some of the pack for yourself. We are based in the ruins. Seems our enemies have come for a little... fun." He hissed a laughed and turned, Nodding his head in an escorting kind of way, then cantering to the Ruins.

The raven beauty listened, harks perking forward at the name of Vicious. She had heard the name more than she would have liked. He was her main competition now. He was the only one who had really challanged her for her wanted standing. In fact, she was the reason she was really fighting to gain it back. Her thoughts remained on this, even asthe brute left. To follow or not to follow, that was the question. After waiting for a time, the injured fae shifted, moving her stiff limbs and carrying herself down the canyon. A peek couldn't hurt...