An over sized black wold pulled the weight of his unconcious brother up to the pourch of the house. Setting Crucified on the wood gently then thrusting his head up and howling low and coldly. Tinged with bitterness and hate. To him, the one who fled would pay. Though he turned, maybe bloodlust would follow. Though maybe not, it didn't matter.

Crucified's throat was reopen from his younger half brother. The wolf cub had caughten him off guard and now the bleeding came in pulses and again, he was just hanging onto life. Not as bad as before, but it wouldn't last long.

The Lady heard the howls and came outside, carrying her medical kit. She glanced to Tyrant, and paused giving him a bit of a shooing motion. "Go on, I'll take it from here." Even though the wolf wouldn't be able to understand her, the womans words were kind and soft. She kneeled next to Crucified and sighed as she put a special herbal paste, aiding to stop the bleeding and fight infection. She let it sit there for a moment before she began to stitch him up again, her hands competant and sure. She walked inside for a moment, then came out again and picked up Crucified with a groan and carried him back in with her, leaving the door open for Tyrant.

Faster, run faster! Damn it, I told you not to leave him, what did I tell you! You stupid whore, you moron! Keep running, don't you dare stop. Go! Enola ran as fast as she could, her long slender limbs carrying her far but her energy was fading fast. She reached the woodland farm and leaped onto the porch, rushing past Tyrant she barreled through the door and skidded to a halt, panting. She saw Crucified, he was laying over by the fire place. Her face softened and she treaded softly towards him, and sat down, gazing at him with loving concern. Gently she licked his cheek and murmered "I'm here, no one can hurt you now."

Tyrant turned and left. He had a mission and wouldn't return until it was fullfilled. His black being made sure the lady took his brother in first, then darted to where the others were fighting.

Crucifed felt the warmth of the fire then the lick of Enola. Soft dusty eyes looked up to the fea and he gave a soft smile. "I'm sorry, I... I don't think I was ment for pack life... I don't want a pack.... ever..." He sighed and looked down, then winced with the pain in his neck. "And who was the one who attacked me?" He complained.

A heavy panting entered the room. "His name is Rapture..." He continued in, cimson blood shining from his lips then twinkling as it fell helplessly to the floor. The blood was then stepped on and smeered with his hind foot. His face held the widest smile yet held regret as well. "Palitina... your daughter... is dead... I couldn't.... stop Sacrifice from the slaughter...". He sighed, Crucified perked his ears, but felt as if he didn't know the pup that well. The Tyrant turned to Enola..."White Tip... was slaughtered as well. I made sure she did not escape. She was a rotten egg." Crimson eyes turned to Crucified who was somewhat in shock by all of the deaths. "I promise you brother, your heir will not fall. But, I suggest you never see him again." He growled. Crucified nodded though bearly understood. Then turned to Enola, wanting to know if his reaction should have been terribly sad.

She continued to lick Crucified and sighed softly at Tyrants news. "Kalaber will be protected. Send him to either Aaka or Moon Spirit. Even Abamocho....But hes a last resort. I don't think that would be a wise choice at all. But Aaka or Moon will give him protection. Especially Moon, but her pack is not the strongest. Aaka however, she is undefeatable. Crucified and I will seek refuge at the Eskers, not a packland where many would think to look. We'll leave as soon as he is strong enough." With that said, she rested her head on Crucifieds back, dismissing Tyrant as if he was nothing more then a lowly omega.

A thin hair lined crease befell his brow as he gave a frown. Then nodded to Enola, "I shall ask who would like him, how ever Frail One I suggest you find some food, If you die my brother has nothing to live for." He hissed in a deadly tone then turned with a sauntering gate. "And by the way, M'lady. Watch yourself, I have told White Tip: I am not a member of your pack, I am not to be treated as a servant, doing so will lead to pain. I fear there is more to me than you know." With a final snarling growl he cantered out from the porch. Leaving the two to be alone.

Crucified lifted his head, watching the wolf go with a slight growl. He couldn't exactly help the fact that he didn't like the brute very much, although he did save his life. A fiery sensation burned through his chest cavaty as he inhailed a large sigh. Wincing when all the breath was held and almost choking it back out. He winced again and turned to Enola, "What will be my fate now that everything I was suppose to have is dead..." He asked gently.

A soft growl arose from her thin frame but before she could retort, the black male was gone. She turned to Crucified and said softly "Like I said, we shall go live at the eskers. If a wolf hates you, I'll tell you who they are. I know many here, through family connections or otherwise. You'll start over, find a new mate. A new life. Once everything is how you want it, I'll leave you so that you can set on for what you want. Her tone was flat near the end as she spoke, although she didn't want him to know how she felt, she couldn't help it. She had stood by for so long, watching as he loved another as she loved him. Life was just so damn unfair!

The flittering yellow hues danced along their fur with the fire slightly died behind them. The air stayed slightly chilled on the outside but on the inside it was warm. He began to ponder, ponder for a long while. The thought of leaving his new friend made him uneasy, and the thought of a mate didn't sit well at all. He was uncomfortable with the thought of having someone to pledge himself to.

Strong dial contorted with his thoughts as he lifted his head. His eyes looked in front of him, but he saw nothing around him. He was only able to see what was playing in his mind. Staying with Enola and living a life of freedom. However, with what she was saying, he already had a reputation that wasn’t good to live by. How could he do this…. How could he lead a life, a new life, a better life… One more fit for him.

His muscles shifted under Enola, clearly announcing that he had made a decision. “ My name shall be Hestier” He hissed under a dark tone. He never looked at her, never acknowledge if she was listening or not. “ I have come from a background of which none shall know… I will not hide, I will not be afraid of those around me. Those who fail to believe my tale shall be slaughtered by my own jaws…” He turned to her now. His eyes were piercing as if nothing could shatter through him. “I am the wolf that never was, never is, and never will be…. Searching for my past, my present, and my future, and you will accompany me.” He said sternly, staring deep into her soul as if he could grab and embrace it without faulty strength. He didn’t ask for her reply, but he knew she had one.

He didn’t wait, lifting himself to his large white paws he began to head toward the door. Standing, he was a thick frame that only seemed to grow thicker with burning passion for his new life. He was ready to face the new world. “Come.” He said, then waited for her. To see what she had to say and to see if she would really follow. If not, he would leave.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously at his new plan and she stood with him. She sat back down however, and spoke with calm rationalness. "Something you must know Cru- Hestier. There are many who know that you are you. Your family for one, and a male named Faute, or Belial if you will. Hes a friend, not a foe. He hid away in your packlands to escape his family for awhile, and the two of you became friends. He will know who you are no matter what. And if I am to come with you, I must change my name as well. Enola was faithful to Crucified and Crucified alone. Therefore, I am not Enola. My name is Satsu, I came from the same land as you as a partner and partner alone. My past is foggy and unknown as yours is." If her frame filled out and she added muscle tone she would look completely different and a new wolf. Only her sister, brother, and father would know who she was and that was fine by her. When she spoke next, her voice had changed to feather light, gentle, ladylike and smooth with just the hint of an accent "Where would you like to go, Hestier?"

Strong white brute nodded his head as he listened to her. He knew not of this Faute nor who the rest of his family were. His expression did not waver when she spoke of her new name, he simply mouthed it to memorize it then listend to the rest of her story. His glee did not show, but he was thankful to her that she had agreed to come with him.

As her question passed over his ears he turned to the door. Watching the outside sun rise with a dark smile. Who he had become would have scared his old self, and possibly those who knew him as well. What he didn't know is the demon trapped for so long was finally able to control some of his movement. At the moment, the demon was asleep. His voice was more settled then his outside appearance, starting calm and ending strong, "I wish to go hunting, You need some food, and I want to taste blood." He growled then lifted his bulk into a graceful trot.

Claws clacked against the wood pourch then dulled as he went down the stairs. His movements became noiseless as he entered the earth's soft ground. Eager for the crimson life of another creature. He moved, unkowningly to the prairie.