The heir to the terra came struggling in, dragging the dead weight of his sister behind him. He bled sluggishly from a few wounds, but they were minor, things that he could deal with. Taipa was in far worse condition. Though there were only a few small marks on her in the chest area, she had broken two ribs when Bane purposefully fell on top of her, and her air had been driven from her lungs. Thus, she was quite unconcious at the moment, though she would surely regain her senses soon. So, with that in mind, Bane dropped her carelessly where he stood and let out a howl, calling his father, and anyone else who cared to see.

A white male bearing a striking resemblance to Bane's father shambled in, smirking at his grandson. Without waiting to exchange words, he kicked Taipa mercilessly. She jolted into conciousness and instantly began throwing up blood, coughing and gasping for air as she did so. Finally, the fit subsided, and she lasped into sweet oblivion again.

Shaman grinned down, pleased with his work, and rolled on the ground, saturating his pelt with the crimson life-fluid before turning and leaving wordlessly. He needed the blood... for another.

Kali wandered back to the pack lands as things had become rough at the ruins with her long time friend who disapeared in the middle of the battle. She had been fighting off two mutts and had a deep wound to her side, yet by the way she enetered the lands so proudly you'd never know. Her bright amber eyes spotted other wolves upon the lands and she rushed up to them. She was angered, fustrated and not interested in playing games anymore. Her tail was held high and her dark coat was tattered in the blood of mutts. She had almost killed one, but before she had her chance another came and attacked her from behind.

Kali stood before the others baring her ivory canines dripping with crimson. Her growls were deep and sounded un-wolfish. She snarled at them bitterly with a cold glare.

"What's going on here?" She asked them in a demanding tone.

The earless, weak and bleeding Taipa looked up at Kali, though she could only keep her head up for a few moments before it sank to the ground again. She hadn't even the strength to speak.

Bane, on the other hand, turned his smirk upon Kali, voice low and oily, coiling with pleasure, much like Shaman's, though that male had just left. This, my dear Kali... is my sister, Taipa. I've invited her to stay with us... And his tone and face turned that phrase into something completely maniacal and menacing. If you need something to take anger out on, please, make use of her. I've had all I can do to keep her injured, because when she was a pup some interfering two-legger gave her an injectiont hat makes her heal all wounds in under an hour's time. Just don't kill her yet. I have plans for her.

She smirked blankly at the female her eyes with a gleam of hatred. She then glanced up at Bane only for a breif moment. "I don't need your permission to do anything. I'll take my anger out on who I want, even if I wish it to be you," she snapped in a demonic growl. "What kind of plans do you have in mind?" she asked him curiously her eyes leading back away to the female. She looked rather pathetic with a loss of pride and confendince. She seemed to have no strength and her eyes spoke of those of a coward. What use could she possibly be even if she could heal her wounds?

Taipa's wide eyes looked up at her brother, not wanting to believe what she saw was his intention, but of course she, of all wolves, knew him well.

Bane let his own amused snarl leave his lips. Most wolves would have stepped lightly around the anger Kali displayed, but Bane was not most wolves. No, he intended to be his usual smirking, baiting self, whether she liked it or not. I'd be careful, little Kali. Not many do I allow to take anger out on me, and you are not in that select group. The words were cold, but his smirk made it a cruel joke of sorts. Oh yes... he would enjoy it immensely should this demonically amusing and yet somehow oddly beautiful fae were to attack him. It would give him an excuse to have some fun with her. But he raised his voice again to answer her question. Well, among other things, I mean to use her to rid myself of two main nuisances in my life: my birth parents. Perhaps she would think him cold for it, but there was no creature that Bane hated worse that the two wolves that had given him life. That was the depth of Bane's evil, and its strength, that he understood goodness, and knew how to manipulate it.