[ P ] It's gonna get violent tonight

villians aren't born
darling they're made

Brows pulled together, her eyes still shut as she lay in the wet grass, her fur soaked. Her body ached and her head throbbed. Slowly, she'd blink, her eyes trying to focus on the quiet world around her. The battle had ended. She had left with Raith.

Raith!

Turquoise eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly, too quickly. Her vision spotted and she swayed with dizziness. Panic sank its ugly claws into her as she looked around, searching for her son as the memories slowly faded. He had gone down and she would drag him from the battlefield. But when Imperial soldiers descended upon them, taunts of their victory on their tongues, she had been no match for them. They overpowered her, just as they had done before. Her voice had cursed them and the heavens, just as she had done before. It brought back the memories and raw emotions of when soldiers had dragged Roisin from their home. They had done the same with Raith.

Unsteadily, she would get to her paws, her pale coat dull with dust and smeared with blood that was more of her enemies than her own. It was the untamed rage that scorched her veins that kept her standing. They had knocked the highlander mother unconscious before ripping yet another child from her. Had they not taken enough from her family?!

Her voice would touch the dark skies, her anguish would drip from bloodied lips, but most of all, her fury would be felt. Nothing and no one would keep her from her children.

Searla.

A new tidal wave of emotion crashed up on her.

Roisin.

She didn't know where either of her daughters where, she couldn't even begin to guess.

Luthias.

Suddenly, she felt overwhelmingly alone. Tears would well up in her eyes before inevitably spilling, darkening her cheeks. A single, uncontrolled sob would shake her body before she began pulling herself together. Her grief would have to wait. She needed to get her bearings before descending upon the mainlands.

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The boy was still caked in mud, Crimson stained the lighter fibers of his coat, and he was soaked from head to toe. His blood boiled as he frantically searched for any familiar faces amongst the ones that were able to retreat or were dragged to safety. None of them were Searla, they were both side by side on the battlefield,and they both worked together at similar targets- he lost her. His biggest wound was to his ever growing ego, when the Drunken bastard that somehow got mixed up on the field with them came after Aurelius. He had been pushed away from her, losing track as he fought through other bodies to escape the boozed up ass that now left a face to hang on Aurelius's personal hitlist. After he made it to a safe point, though, her scent was gone without a trace. When he tried to get closer to the battlefield, it was swarming with Imerial Army soldiers. And as they exited, they would be seen dragging his own with them. His emeralds sought out the familiar hues of red that would still be lit ablaze even if she was hurting. The only hint of her he would catch was her ember coat.

Quickly, he would seek out anyone who remained close to the wreckage. Limbs carried him as swiftly as they could as paws slipped just a bit with each paw cast into the wet earth. Luthias, Nairna, Heimdall, anyone, even another warrior such as himself would do. But he found Noone, and worry struck him in the gut. He kept quiet as he hastily wandered the area,not wanting to alertt any possible imps that were still lingering. With a few more steps, came a new sight. Even from a distance, he could tell something was wrong.

Nairna was first laying down, then sat up by the time he reached her. The fur under her watered down turquoises was dampened from tears, he paid little attention to her sobbing, not wanting to draw attention to it and his lack of abilities to comprehend what she was feeling. He would move slowly to her side, providing his body as a temporary pillar for her lean on should she need it. ghabh iad i, they took Seala. bha cus ann. eadhon às deidh dhomh mo ghiùlan fhaighinn air ais còmhla, bha cus ann. cha b’ urrainn dhomh faighinn thuice tro na h-uile.(They took her, they took Searla. there were too many. even after i got my bearings back together, there were too many. i couldnt get to her through all of them.) The boys words weren't shakey, but rather low and steady. Brewing beneath the collectiveness of his aura in the moment was a violent storm. His emeralds were facing the south, knowing full well that was where he was going. If it were up to him, he would already be gone and making up the distance between himself and the Imperial scum that took Searla. A bheil thu air do ghoirteachadh? A bheil dad sam bith as urrainn dhomh a dhèanamh? (Are you hurt? Is there anything I can do? ) he looked at Nairna now, his gaze was hard to lock on to, he was stuck between keeping himself alive and able to think clearly, and bolting for the Mainlands.

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villians aren't born
darling they're made

When a dark wolf approached, at first she couldn't make out who it was and so she stiffened, half expecting an Imperial soldier to come and drag her to her death. But there was relief when she recognized Aurelius. He'd been a good boy since he arrived on their doorstep, hotheaded, but he had blended in seamless, as though he already belonged. Surely he would know where Searla was. But when he spoke of his failed attempt to protect her, anger flashed in her turquoise eyes. Another man had failed to protect her daughter when she could not. But he was no man, he was still a boy.

Releasing her breath, she would lean against him briefly as she got to her paws. "I'm fine." She wasn't, but she would be. "I'm going to get Searla, and Raith." She would off handedly tell him that Raith had been taken too. There was no invitation, she would bare no ill will if he chose to return home, but somehow she expected that he would be glued to her heals.

A few unsteady steps would take her from his side before her found her balance. Her pace wasn't fast by any means, it would be a long walk to the mainlands, especially after battle. They would need to conserve their strength, what little they had left.

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**Nairna is speaking gaelic**

There was a shot of fire that would be cast his way when he spoke of his failure, his seas of green would be even harder to hold as he snuffed out the small flame would threaten to ignite within his adolescent temper. He was already aware of what he was unable to do. He didn't catch the exact moment first hand, but his mind drove straight to the Imperial Scum dragging Searla away as he recooped on the far side lines. While she was in their paws, he was fighting his own to not find a way to sink his teeth into the drunkard that took a poor shot at the boy and others in his inebriated state. It wasn't until a firm retreat was settled upon his comrades as the Imperials took the stronger foothold.

He could replay it all over and over again and pick apart every little thing he did wrong, but instead he would choose to make better choices in the near future- when he found himself in the land occupied by filth as he sought out his highlander comrades in their dungeons. And he would get that chance, Nairna was going to make that so. She spoke of her other child, one he really only ever met through word of other's mouths. He let the woman use his support for as long as she needed, and then when she sauntered forward, he too would follow. He was not with her slow pace, but rather behind her. Here he paid attention to his own flank, and their surroundings. He would find no faults in himself on this trip-though that was very unlikely- and he would do nothing to disappoint Nairna.

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