Tyrant

Name: Tyrant
Gender: Male
Age: 1 yr
Sire: Vicious
Dam: Fallen

I strole into the lands of the humans. Their scent flooding into my nose as I softly breath. I am silent, almost dead silent. I could bearly hear myself as I made my way through the grass up to the chicken coop. My orbs found the humans house not too far away, but I am quiet and it is late, even the human dogs would be asleep by now. Red orbs searched for an opening in the chicken coop, maybe a loose board, or an opening in the pin where I could enter and find another weak point in the fecility. I snuck about as quietly as possible, trying not to give myself away.

*Chickens*

There was a small gap in the chicken wire fence that led to the the coop.

The chickens were mostly asleep except a few, but they hadnt noticed the wolf yet as the wind was in favour of the predator. They couldnt smell him, see him or hear him. He was in luck.

Tyrant

The black wolf saw the gap and worked his way through it, staying silent as his paws fell flawlessly on the ground. Soon he entered the coop and looked around. Chickens were completely blind in the dark... This could be another to his advantage. Quickly his fangs went up and silently he went for his first one, snapping at its sleeping head and crunching it mercelessly. If one was successful he'd go to another and another.

Artemis

The silver wolfess slunk towards the coup, her scent mixing with that of Moon Phase and darkeyes, her parents. Her motion took her towards the coop, but she could smell the brute before her, and she stood for a moment and watched him approach. "Well, someone has bad taste in bounty I see" her coy tones fell easily from her lips, her pistons moving her a bit closer towards the chicken coop. Her eyes were watchful, though focused on the brute. If the moon had been up, her silve pelt would be the perfect resemblence of it's beauty. But in the dark phase, she was nothing more then a wolven form only partially outlinable by the best of eyes.

*Chickens*

Tyrant managed to catch and crush the chickens head before any others were notified of his presence. The chickens were completely blind in the dark so relied on each other to alert from danger.

However Tyrant was in luck. The Other chickens still had no idea he was there.

Tyrant

He heard the wolfess' voice and turned to her. " You might wana run along pretty, this is destiny for me to ruin their lives. I'm not hurting the humans any, just what they have served to me on a plater." His bulk turned now and snapped at more chickens. "You should try one, your wolf bloodlines will bask in the taste of blood." He turned for more and more. Trying to kill off the ones who were sounding their alarm.

Artemis

The silver fairy listened to the hunter, though her eyes were set on his jaws, his whites one of the only things visable. "You think so?" She questioned, her voice as coy as before, but holding an almost cutsy tone now. "Well great male, if you do inisist" Her last words came with the edges of her mouth turning up, and her long limbs stepped towards the coop. She slipped through the hold, hesitating before her jaws made a move for the neck of a chicken... or so it would seem. She had gotten close enough to the male as she moved, and once her head weas down, she whipped it towards Tyrant, jaws making an attempt to sink into his throat. Only once she hit or missed did a hissing tone spit from her. "You should really learn to take your own advice brute and get." Her tones now turned to snarls, rumblingin the depths of her throat. If she had been able to get hold, this was all done through clentched jaws, but even if words could not be understood, her actions would read loud and clear.

Tyrant

His father had let him know to be wary around anyone in the human lands. When the fea snapped at him, she met him fang to fang. When she back away he began to circle her. "Dear dear pretty, don't take me for a fool. If you want pain, it's what you'll get. Now leave before I throw my fit." His fangs snarls and he went to step on a chicken then began to close in on her. 180lbs of black muscle mass was bearly visible with glowing red eyes peircing from his sockets. The whites of his fangs began to glisen as he stared her eye to eye. "Now leave gourgious before I paint you red." He snarled and gave a fake snape in the air.

Artemis

The silver dove let a snarl slip past her kissers as her attack met only fellow fangs. And as her opponite now circled her, her spheres were ever watchng, lookinghim up and down and sizing him. She didn't need to do this to know he was lrger then her, but she sized up the steps he took, knowing somewhere this would come in handy. "Now now brute. You wouldn't want to do something rash now would you?" A seducing chuckles followed her words as she barely flinched at the fake attack. However, the moment she saw him start to recoil from the attack, she went straight for his jaw, hoping such an odd attack would leave him attempting to protect his nape rather then her true aim. If she got hold, the bone would not be able to withstand wolven jaws for long.

Tyrant

He did as she thought, and protected his nape, only causing his muzzle to go into her mouth. But his lower jaw was left about and when she clamped onto his upper jaw and nose he clamped harder onto her bottom jaw. Feeling both teeth clashing and rubbing together, drawing blood from both for sure. He smiled and growled. "Lets take time to think of this one, you should be the one with the rash advice. If you break my upper jaw, i'll break your lower one. You'll have the worse deal 'cause i'll die quickly of suffication while you die horridly slow of starvation. Your stomach will litterally start to eat itself and guess what it'll eat after your stomach is gone. Your organ will melt away and your become only bones, unable to move unable to talk. The worms and voltures will start feasting on you before you even die. Is that a path you're willing to take?" He growled in a tone to discourage her from chomping down on his own jaw.

Artemis

She growled low through clamped jaws, for she had not gotten the correct hold. But she was not about to give up now. "Foolish wolf. You'll die but I will live further on at the side of my humans. You have none to save you when your jaw crumbles" Her tones were spat out violently through clamped jaws, yet once the words finished ehr jaws shut tighter, and she jerked her head back, fangs making their best attempt to penetrate into the bone.

Tyrant

As she clamped down harder, he did as well. Knowing her lower bone would snap before his upper one did. The lower jaw was more thin, "You just made the wrong move, pretty." He snarled and bit down with all his force on her lower jaw. He could feel his face bleeding and the bone in his face cracking, surely it was fractured, but he would not give up. As he bit down he quickly hoisted himself up and pushed against her with all his weight. Not letting go of her jaw. He was trying to push her over backwards. If she did fall, it would be her head quickly and harshfully against the ground of a post that held up the chicken coop. If it didn't knock her out, it would surely cause a sering headache.

Artemis, Moon Phase

The huntress lifted up, jaws holdng tight on what she had. She could feel her bottom jaw seeming to tear apart, fragment by fragment and her snarls could only continue. Her limbs were positions so that she could not be fliped, her hinds pushing on the dirt right against her opponite. Her weight was no wehere near greater then that of the brute, but she made it so, as hepushed against her, he also pushed her down and not backwards as he wanted. This did nothing to aid her jaw which was sending the worst pain she had felt to herbrain. Her eyes closed, trying to focus on keeping this brute away from her masters property.

From the shadows a silver figure, lightening with the summer emerged from the brush, her strides slow and regal. Her eyes were pinned on her daughter, peaks directed straight to catch the snarls and sounds of struggle. She had been right to come. With a blood curling sound that grew fromdeep within her vocals, the larger huntress made a dash for the cage, aiming for the hind of Tyrant, which lay right near the entrace of the coop.

Vicious .+. Tyrant

Vicious came into view, the blood of two dogs stained his mouth and throat. His eyes narrowed in on the fight in the chicken coop, then darted to a silver figure running at it. Soon he himself took after the invading fea. Before she was able to get into the cage, his massive body weight sent a powerful body slam to the fea. If her course was still to the cage, she would be hit, if were to pull back, his body slam would turn into his signature attacks. If the fea were to pull back, his teeth would search for one of her front legs. Chomping down harshly in hopes to break it.

Tyrant continued to bite down vigurously on the tiny jaw. Hoping soon it would crack. His own muzzle could feel more and more cracks. Chips of bone began to snap and his face began to burn more and more, a seering pain, but he would not let go and leave his life in danger. As she got to the ground, he lifted his head quickly and jerked it to the ground. Hoping to pop her jaw out of place, hoping to make the pressure go away. After his thrust down, he thrashed about. Her teeth digging and tearing up the top of his muzzle, a promised hidious scar.

Timber

The dark-hued collie came upon the scene after being alerted, as usual, by his feline companions. Small and lithe, he dashed across the ground like a shadow, shooting past Viscious and Moon Phase as he entered the coop. Sending a swirl of loose feathers in his speedy wake, Timber sent his jaws for the lower abdomen of attacking wolf, where he knew that there would be no bones to stay his keen teeth from the soft, vulnerable organs. Nor would there be so much fur as there was in winter.

Artemis, Moon Phase

Moon Phase held her own tricks, and with the sight of jaws coming towards her, she slid, lowing her dial and snapping up towards the neck of Vicious. Her limbs were protected below her frame, and her own nape was unreachable unless he changed his attack. Thats only if he could, if she had hold of his neck, she would not let go so easily.

The femme was holding on for dear life, the pain incredible intense until she thought she could handle it no longer. But she wasn't given the choice to release, his thrashing caused her bracked jaw to comeout of place, and all she could do was try and slice her top fangs over the top of his muzzle, in hopes of inflicting pain. She could no longer hold on, so the male would find it easy to avoid this.

Darkeyes

The snowy male arrived at his mate's heels, and immediately leapt between his daughter and the offending male. He was snarling for all he was worth, eyes wild. Whatever their differences, Artemis was his daughter, and this demon was hurting her.

Seeing that her grip was slipping already, he aimed his attack in such a way that it would drive the two apart, putting him between Tyrant and Artemis. Coming between them, he pushed off with all his might, trying to drive the male back.

Vicious .+. Tyrant

Vicious was low and was about to launch into the fea’s underbelly to grab a limb, though the rush of another wolf made him leap to the side. Eye engulfed in a hatred flame, his scabbing neck was sliced back open by moon phase and he shivered.. He couldn’t help but wince at the pain then turned a wild eye to the two wolves inside the pin attacking his son. None were going to hurt his offspring under his watch. all 200 pounds pushed through the wire mesh, scratches were left and the fence grabbed some of his fur, leaving his trace easy to find. He bit down with powerful jaws on Timber who was going after his son's tender underbelly. His fangs search the hind legs and snapped his teeth together in hopes of snapping the hind leg in half. With how much the other was concentrating, it would be hard for Timber to notice his leg in trouble. Especially with such an awkward attack.

Tyrant felt the dove’s jaw come undone and thrashed once more to ensure the uselessness of that weapon, then let go with a pant. Before the midnight creature could catch his breath, a sharp burning tear roared from his stomach as Timber’s teeth sunk in. Though there was muscle that would protect him, for only a little bit. Then another, Darkeyes had his him to the side. Stumbling he tried to keep his balance instead of letting himself fall and expose all his tender part.

Through a bleeding trap the red eyed demon stared Darkeyes straight in the orbs. His pupils quivered and his pants grew hoarse with pain as his stomach began to bleed. His weight was now on his front legs, back legs almost giving out with the pain from the other. ""Don’t get pissy with me wolf, she started it. " He began then continued a few pants. “I wouldn’t have touched such a pretty doll, if she hadn’t entered and tried to take my throat from the start.” Again another hoarse huff and he turned then bit harshly at Timber’s face. “And you had better let go, I’m not going to attack her any longer." He roared then turned to Darkeyes. "If your mouth was in anothers, you wouldn't let them snap your life away, better to fight back than let them completely tear your face apart." It was too late for the tearing of the face. Most of the skin on his face was gone, leaving explosed muscle and bone. The flap of his skin fell limp to his right side as if a piece of cloth. The pain was seering and he couldn’t see straight, everything was blurry.

Tyrant began to sway slightly, it was the pups first major fight. He was but a year and a half old, at most, this was way to much for an inexperienced fighter. Vicious growled with his mouth, hopefully, full. "Leave us be and we will leave." It wasn’t his favorite line, but Tyrant was from his blood, and truly strong, he wasn’t going to lose him this soon.

Timber

Timber held tight to the grip at first, bent on causing as much damage as he could. He thrashed his dial and squeezed his jaws down hard and continued to attack, even as Tyrant snapped at his face, drawing thick lines of blood over his black fur. His hold was finally dropped when his own leg was seized. He sprung hard and fast, and brought his leg from the wolf's mouth just before any bones were broken; but not before significant damage was done. The skin had been degloved on his hind limb, causing instant and agonizing pain.

The collie stumbled before regaining his balance, but found his hind limb too painful to touch the ground, hindering his speed and agility as well as if the leg had been broken. "If you dare come again, I swear it will be the last move you make!" He snarled, glaring at the father with his dark almond eyes, ringing with blood on one side where the son's fangs had torn his face.

Artemis, Moon Phase

Artemis wouldn't have fallen if she oculd have helped it, but this has been he first big fight, and and her injurey pained her even more as oxygen was exposed to it. The pain was searing, and the jaw would not heal on it's own. It just wouldn't. The princess was low on the ground, hudling to herself as she finally realized who was coming for Timber. Had her jaw been functional and not so incredibly painful she would have let out a cry to warn her frind of the danger, one which shehad faced long ago. But instead all she could do was let out a wimper, which did nothing for him. Whent eh brute spoke her orbs narrowed and an attempt at a growl was made.

Moon Phase snarled at her miss, for she had wished a not and not some scratch. She followed after the male, however, her daughters form huddled on the ground made her stop. She was here onlyto protect her daughterandher mate. Both of which were now without attackers. She had aught Tyrants last words and she spat out the strong words of an alpha vixen. "Your face would have survived another day had you chosen a better hunting ground. You pretend as though you were admiring the flowers, but clearing the dead poultry gives proof to your fun." Her tones ended in a small growl, disaplining in nature.
This whole time, Moon Phase made a point to avoid the gaze of Timber. She wasn't fond of associating with dogs whom had killed off allies, even though no contact had been made long before the raid. They still had a silent thing holding them bonded together. It was odd but it had been her life. Even if it wasn't any more... for Artemis's sake.

Darkeyes

The father turned to Tyrant, who insisted on insulting once he was down. Keeping his bod parked in front of his ailing daughter, he spoke softly. I protect my daughter, who in turn protects the wards of her masters, whom you have attacked. If you wish to avoid adding more scarring to your already damaged face, I suggest you "leave be" as you put it, from now on. My daughter is here to defend these birds, and I am here to defend her. Make no mistake. Hurt Artemis, and you will answer to me. The voice was perfectly calm in sound, and only his mate and perhaps his daughter would hear the sound of steel in it: the threat was a promise.

Tyrant .+. Vicious

Tyrant held himself high, even in agonizing pain, growling back to Darkeyes. "Slaves are nothing, and she is a slave to humans. No one should have a master, especially one who needs the help of dogs because they are too weak themselves...ow" Vicious bit at Tyrants back to make him shut up. "Leave Tyrant, Follow your sister's scent. She has claimed a new land, you can rest there."

With a sigh and a strong hold on Darkeyes, Tyrant turned and made his way through which he came. Vicious followed after his son, growling to the others as if making sure they wouldn't follow nor harm them with their backs turned.

After filing out of the chicken coop,the two took the smell of Risen and followed it the the Ruins.

Darkeyes

Darkeyes waited until they had left, watching them go out of earshot. Too much pride in that one. Doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. If he doesn't learn to curb his tongue, he won't grow much older.

He stared after them for a few moments before turning to his daughter, nuzzling and licking gently, surveying her wounds. Sighing, he turned to his mate. These wounds are beyond my skill to heal. I'm afraid we will have to transport her to her masters, and hope that they can heal her. And his eyes turned to Artemis, speaking gently. They CAN heal you? He didn't relish the thought of coming into contact with these particular humans again, but for Artemis... for Artemis, anything.

Timber

Timber wanted so bad to attack them as they turned their backs, but he stayed his desires this time and watched in seething loathing as the murderous beasts disappeared into the wilds. His mind felt a bit hazy as the searing pain throbbed the entire length of his hind leg, but he had gone through worse, and at the moment, Artemis was in much more desperate need of help.

The dark collie looked slowly and uncertainly from one parent to the other as he moved up beside their daughter, offering his smaller frame as support. This was one of those... awkward moments. They were like enemies, yet they were allies. "They will heal her." He said quietly with a deep undertone of certainty. After all the years of fighting and death, he had grown callous to showing his feelings of concern when in battle, although his concern for his friends and family haunted him without relent. He was desperately afraid for them, day and night, but had grown distant and refused to show it. It was like a wall had been built up within the collie that prevent his emotions from escaping into physical form.

The truth was, he had begun to grow more and more fond of Artemis. Very fond, in fact. But he feared getting too close, for he knew how easily death came to the Ranch Pets, and he wasn't sure if he could take another loss. Not after his parents and every-single-one of his siblings were murdered. Becca, Ivy... and Shimmer... no, she was gone too.

Timber looked to Artemis then turned his eyes away quickly, feeling his stomach turn at seeing her grevious wounds. "You two must leave now." His attention flickered to her parents, knowing they were likely to get shot if seen by his masters. Though his feelings about them weren't very high, for Artemis's sake, he bared them.

Artemis, Moon Phase

the silver frame slayed on the ground, orbs following the two forms as they left the scene. For a moment she shut her eyes to find her father's touch , and she opened her eyes once more. She was really able to talk much, more or less not at all. It was taking alot of strength jst to hold back the sounds of pain. She didn't want to worry anyone, although she could smell how badly she was bleeding, and even in the moonless night the puddle of blood near her paw was forming. At her fathers words she nodded. They could heal her, they healed Timber many times, so they could easily heal her. Just hearing Timber say it made her feel more confident. Had her jaw not been in excrushiatingly painful situation, she would have smiled at his kind gesture. But instead she only lifted herself up, pleading with her eyes following Timbers final statement. She looked to both her mother and father. They were her family, and they shouldn't have left theirnew liter to be with her. They really did care about her.

Moon Phase glared t th retreating wolves, a step taken after them, although it washerinsurance that they wouldn't come back. And once it was finished she looked to the scene, her peds carrying her inside the coop just enough to catch herdauighters gaze. She didn't speak, and only nodded. She lovedher daughter, but it had become increasingly harder to speak to her. Now it seemed only actions could be exchanged, and she preyed her daughter realized that despite her now quiet nature towards her, that she still deeply loved her daughter. With areasuring smile to turned away, waiting for her mate to leave the coop, and then she left, returnign back to the pack.

Darkeyes*Rihanne

A copper colored femme came running to the smell of blood, eyeing Timber carefully. She knew that since he was not attacking, Artemis' parents were not the enemy, this time.

Seeing him supporting the injured silver lass, despite his own injuries, she smiled and came to her other side, her voice firm but gentle. You, sir. Off you get. Hurt yourself and still trying to help. Go warn Martha that we need help, as fast as you are able. I will help Artemis.

She turned to smile at Artemis, her voice firm. You are going to be fine. Let's go, darling. Don't hurry about it. Martha will wait til we get there.

Darkeyes watched them, eyes soft. He remembered Rihanne. She had helped Artemis before. He gave her a smile, then gave his daughter one last nuzzle, turning to leave.

Timber & Martha

He nodded faintly to Rihanne, offering a grim but sincere smile meant in thanks. Once the pit-mix had support of Artemis, the collie took off for the house, hobbling on three good legs as fast as he could. In the distance, Timber's frantic barking could be heard at the house, followed shortly by the woman's worried tone. Then the faint closing of a door, and the horrible howling from a frantic and distressed collie.

Martha came hurrying across the lawn, a beam of light bouncing in front of her as she scanned her flashlight over the ground. In her other hand was a pistol. But by the time she reached the Barn, the parents had gone, leaving Artemis and Rihanne. Still holding the gun, just in case any attackers returned, the woman crouched down in front of the coup. "Oh, more poor darlings... my dears, I'm so sorry!" She felt guilty that she hadn't been there sooner with her gun. "Come here, then. Come on, poor dears..." She nearly winced herself at seeing Artemis's wounds. They were beyond her care, but she knew where the wolf could get help.

Timber's heartbroken howl continued to drift through the night air. He had been locked in the house when Martha set off, for his own protection. He greatly objected to this.

Rihanne*Minx

Rihanne began to encourage Artemis forward, her voice that of an assured, motherly person. There was one thing she knew, from her long association with Martha: a voice that exuded certainty and calmness soothed the patient, made them easier to treat. And so she murmured softly, smiling quietly. There now, Artemis. Here's Martha. She's a good healer, I know. I've been torn up so many times it isn't funny anymore, and she's never failed me yet. She'll help you.

As soon as Artemis had settled comfortably, she stepped to the side. She did this for two reasons: to give Martha room to work, and to guard against further mischeif.

Hearing Timber's peircing call, she checked herself, kept herself from going instantly to him. He was a friend, and it was an effort not to go to him, but she knew he was safe inside, and Martha and Artemis were not. Instead she tilted her tiara, letting out her own howl, telling him that it was alright, she would protect Martha and Artemis, and see them safely home. Then the howl changed, bringing a new note into it that brought a friend.

As the coppery newcomer came into view, Rihanne gently took hold of Martha's gun, not tugging, but hoping her mistress would take it as a message not to fire, that this was a friend.

The new female was taller than Rihanne by a full three inches at the shoulder, though Rihanne outweighed her by almost 20 lbs. Martha's faithful defender was set on solid lines, where the second amber female was sleek and fast, taking after her wolf mother. Coming to a neat-footed halt, she smiled softly at Rihanne, keeping a wary but non-aggressive eye on Martha. Minx was half-feral, and unaccustomed to human contact, but when Rihanne called, her half-sister always came.

Rihanne spoke quickly, speaking around a mouthful of gun-shaft. Help me defend my mistress, Minx. I don't know if those attackers will come back or not. She won't hurt you, I promise.

Minx eyed Rihanne. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other, and the last time they had, she'd been a slave in the pit. But she shrugged, and took up guard on the other side of Martha.

Once she had done this, Rihanne released the gun, tail wagging as an apology to Martha. She instinctively knew not to touch the weapon, knowing it would displease Martha, but it had been essential. In her heightened awareness, Martha might have shot Minx as she came running in. She knew that her sweet-mannered mistress would never intentionally hurt someone who meant her no harm, but apologies mean nothing to corpses. She let her tail wag for a few moments, then released another howl, telling Timber that help had arrived.

The Assassins

In the distance three figures stirred the darkness. A wolf and two dogs, however the wolf soon entered the brush, leaving the two dogs walking in the open. A large akita walked boldly, but haulted at the sound of the howls. Blue eyes peering to the side where Martha and the others were gathered. Her half-witted pack mate turned his full body with a quivering excitement. The akita could be seen tossing her head to the chow, then to the brush were their hidden leader was. Her gaze finally returned to the group and she smiled. Her tail raised up and her tail lowered, then she moved into the brush slowly, leaving the scene. Darmus stayed behind just a bit, the chow began internally fighting himself to stay away, then her too turned and continued through the brush. The dogs would have had a hard time seeing them, it would have been even harder for the human. And at a glance, they looked like strays. But they were scanning to see who lived here… why? They were the assassins… what other reason did they need?

Artemis

The silver fae, was cofortable with Rihanne, she was one of the dogs she had known just about sinceher first time here. Her and Timber had been here since the begining. At the sight of Martha her plume wagged slowly, happy to see her although she was consumed by pain. The only thing that brought her attention away from Martha and her pain was a new scent, which brought an odd growl forth. Her orbs were narrow as she looked out, viewing the brush. She couldn't see well because of the darkness, but the scents proved unknown visitors,and in her state she was not comfortable with it.

Martha, & Elf

Martha moved in to better examine Artemis, while offering caressing words, trying to be reassuring despite the obviously horrendous wound that the wolf had. Along with speaking to the wolf, there were words for her most trusted companion, Rihanne. The pit-mix was in a lot of ways like Elsa, although a much better fighter. She was a canine who could be a both a wonderful house-dog as well as a valiant protector. Most of the other ranch dogs were strickly outdoors.

It was a good thing that the gun was seized, for Martha would have shot as the unknown canine came galavanting towards the coup. "Rihanne!" The woman gasped, trying to take the gun back. But before she could do that, she was able to read through her own fears and see the language of the canines. It was a skill that many dog owners developed, especially ones that were so attatched and dependant on the four-leggers friends. From Rihanne, it quickly became apparent that this newcomer was a friend of sorts "Where did you come from?" The woman asked quietly, a puzzled expression on her face. If Rihanne trusted her, then Martha would too. Time was of the essence though, and Artemis needed help. Carefully taking hold of her gun now, she returned attention to Artemis for the second time; but again was distracted.

She saw the sillouettes of two creatures lurkering on the outskirts of the yard. Knowing they were not of her own, Martha lifted the gun and shot in their direction. Just a single shot that was meant to scare them off, or hit one if she was lucky.

Now, back to Artemis. Carefully, she put her hands forward and went to touch the wolf's jaw, but pulled back. It was clearly damaged, and she didn't want to cause her any more pain or distress. "Poor girl..." She murmured, her brows furrowed in great concern. Moving as gently as she could, Martha came to the wolf's side and grabbed her around the waist and chest. She had never handled Artemis before, and wasn't sure if the female was tolerant of such things. Slowly, she lifted up, but was ready to stop at the first signs of disapproval...

Meanwhile, that farm's largest feline resident came prowling along the side of the coup, long ears pointed distinctly at the tips by tufts of fur. His name was well deserved, and further enhanced by wide, light eyes that had at one time by strikingly blue and clear. "A friend of yours?" The tom spoke, looking from Minx to Rihanne, "Be wary, because there are three here." Leave it to feline eyes to spot the trespassers in the dark. With the help of his brother, Jack, they had been able to spot all of the Assasains. Unfortunately, there was no way to reveal this to Martha or John.

Artemis

The huntress glared out still, looking to the pests. Only after marthas shot with the gun did she seem to ease up some, her muscles loosening and the pain becomingmore with the dissapearance of adrenalin. As Martha picked her up, she tenses up some, althoughrealizing the women was capable of not dropping her,she once morewas at ease. Her head drooped over the side of her arm, a sigh let out, just hoping that Martha really could fix this. She had expected a quick fix, like Martha was usually able to give to the ranch pets, but when it did not come she began to question. But it seemed now Martha had a plan.

Rihanne*Minx

Rihanne nodded to Elf, both a greeting and a confirmation of what the feline saw. As Martha moved to take Artemis away, she stood closely beside her mistress, not wanting any monkey business. A nod from her brought Minx up on the other side, though not quite so closely as the other fae was not used to this human thing. The implication was clear: they would follow and protect.

Martha, Timber, & Elf

Trying to jar Artemis as little as possible, Martha staggered out of the coup, the wolf's weight and the short enterance of the chicken house making it awkward. But she managed, and began to hurried pace to her truck. Opening the passenger door, she eased Artemis onto the seat. The the woman paused, looking back at Rihanne and Minx. "You two must stay. You've been such a good girl, so brave..." She said, reaching down to stroke Rihanne's head. This affection was not given to Minx, but only because she didn't know the other's history and tolerance of human touch.

Martha jogged away from the truck, leaving Artemis for just a short time while she returned to the house to retrieve Timber. The collie wriggled and struggled in his master's arms, not at all use to being held any more. He knew better than to bite though; he'd never do that to his trusted Martha and John. But if a stranger tried to pick him up... well, that'd be a different story. "Hey, wait, no... I can stay here... but Artemis... wait, no! Take care of us here! Wait!" He protests went on deaf ears. They may as well been deaf anyway, for the only thing Martha heard were the collie's frustrated grunts and whines as he tried to escape from her clutches, intermitted with sharp yelps when the skinned portion of his leg got bumped. But all too soon, he was put in the cab and had no where to go. Forced to remain still in order to save himself further pain, though more importantly not to bump into and cause Artemis further pain, Timber sat tensely on the floorboard infront of the passenger seat. Black, tulip ears were pressed back as he peered out of the window at Rihanne and Minx. Through his eyes, the message of 'stay safe' as well as 'get me out of here' could be seen. But there was nothing for the two dogs to do, for the truck had started up and Martha was pulling out of the driveway. Timber knew exactly where she was headed; the Wolf Center.

Elf watched the whole procession with an anxious expression. He and his fellow felines had never had to go to the vet. Of course, if they came to serious injury or illness, they'd be taken, but fortuneately that hadn't happened yet. Elf could recall the horrors that Timber told him of the Vet Office. "Poor Artemis and Timber." He said, padding stealthily over to Rihanne and Minx.

Rihanne*Minx

Rihanne didn't really know where Martha was taking Timber and Artemis, but knew that her mistress would only take them away to heal them if they really needed it. Catching Timber's eye-message, she returned one, saying, We'll be fine. Get well soon.

Then she turned to Elf, smiling a little. Martha will get them help. She must.