Coriscan, Warfell, Quilikham, & Tersek

It had been three days since his mutilation, and thanks to the constant 'care' by the muntjac, Coriscan was still clinging feebly to life. The cold temperatures helped greatly in keeping his systems running at a minimal rate, and fighting off infection that his crashed immune system wouldn't have been able to handle. And during it all, he was in a perpetual 'fever dream', scarcely able to dicern reality from sleep. Effectively entombed in his own shell of a body, there was not a single thing he could do to allay the torment that raced through his mind and seared along his broken frame.

On the third day, Warfell had made his way up the stairs and slowly padded up to his brother. His face was stone-cold and his eyes hard as he looked upon the pitiful remains of the canine before him. "Leave." The low growl was issued to the deer, who had stationed herself in the room to keep sentry over the defector. Not needing to be told twice, Quilikahm scrambled away.

With the deer gone, Warfell lowered his head and took a few steps closer to his twitching brother, who's pained and shallow breaths made his heart twinge with brotherly sympathy. "Cor, why did you do it...?" He whispered fiercely, eyes narrowed at the other. But of course, Coriscan could not talk back, and in his delirious state, he had a hard to understanding the words. Still, Warfell went on.

"What could I do? This is my Family, Coriscan... I can't betray them. You knew what would happen..." He continued, almost giving a snarl as he worked over his emotions, "You knew what would happen! Dammit all, Cor, I can't forsake the Family!" He was battling his guilt right now, torn between protecting his brother and being loyal to the Haunters. Finally, he lowered his head further, jaws parting slowly as he sized up the other's throat.

"Warfell, what are you doing?" The hybrid nearly jumped when he heard the deep, accusing voice behind him. Spinning around, he came face to face with Tersek. Beside him stood Quil, nervously shuffling her hooves as she watched on.

"Just... nothing." Warfell mumbled, and attempted to slip past Tersek, but the larger canine side-stepped and blocked his path. War haulted instantly, struggling to keep his hackles from raising. His head remained low and he knew better than to defy the higher-ranking canine. "I was just checking on the prisoner." Warfell forced out, realizing he wasn't going anywhere until he reaffirmed his loyalty, "It's be three days, afterall."

Tersek smiled wickedly, "Very well then." He moved, allowing the pit-hybrid to sulk away without further heckling.

Risen

Having three days past, Risen came into the room with her ears pasted against her skull, eyes wide and filled with just as much darkness as before. Her lips curled into a nasty smile as she watched the defector laying in pain on the ground. "Take him." She barked out to her larger younger sibling. "It is time we personally deliver him to the keeper of Hell."

The small fea turned and headed toward the main area of the temple. The "stage" in the main room for all to hear her. There were to be a few events that were to happen today. She wished all to be there for it.