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Tasaaki nodded to her brother and ran out after Danny. The two foxens were tiny compared most of the hybrids, besides the few other smaller hybrids, but at the moment Tasaaki felt smaller than ever because she was frightened to her wits end. Looking back, Tasaaki half-smiled to Ciara. "We'll be fine, Ciara. Me and Hisoka--we know how to handle ourselves in the snow, don't worry about it. Hisoka..."

"Don't even think about it, Tas," said the slightly bigger, light colored foxen. "I'll be okay. You might be my big sister, but that won't stop me! Ci..." Hisoka called to the small tigon. "Ci, you sure you're going to be all right?" Swallowing a breath of air, he also half-smiled at her. "I'm glad we met too... really glad. But if you're all right... take care." Following Danny and Tasaaki out the hole, the foxen nodded to his sister, who in turn nodded to Danny. "We'll be okay from here, Danny," Hisoka informed, shaking slightly.

"Yes," Tasaaki agreed. "We'll be okay from here. Take care of all the others!" Motioning to her brother, the two foxens fled the area, quickly vanishing amid the snow-covered land.

Apoc hadn't even tried to contain his kill, letting the blood flow freely from the corpse to the street below.

...that still didn't stop the urge to run and watch. Watch the humans now hunting and going after any hybrid they found. It thrilled him, to say the least, to see these humans hunting and hear the anquished cries as hybrids fell victim, both followers of Kobbeh and other random hybrids that had wandered into the town. Even if the same fate could claim him at any moment, a twisted grin crossed his muzzle. He loved this...he loved death. Some mourned it, some feared it...Apoc loved it. It was a necessity, and a wonderful thing.

The pained howls were a melody to him, a beautiful chorus that broke the once silent night. The blood now staining the ground, both human and hybrid, made the land even more beautiful. Grinning wildly, the small tigon took off across the rooftops, actually running after the hunting groups to get a better view. He kept himself hidden of course, as it's not much fun to watch when one is dead afterall.

Layla smiled softly at what her mate had said, but before she could speak she heard something coming up from behind and although she could not see it from where it was now, she knew something was nearby. Lifting her form to inspect the area, she crept slowly, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever the creature was before it saw her. Turning around a large tree, she noticed a tall creature that looked remarkably similar to herself. A ticorn?, she wondered? Stepping out further, she greeted Typhoon with a polite bow and hoped the best might come of it, "..greetings stranger, do you come on orders of the dark house?.." She felt a mock bravery coming from her voice and it was as if she felt she owed this to her family.

Stella watched as the ticorn left the small shield of electricity, "Lift the foxen!" Her voice was stern and although she did not know the ticorn well, she expected him to obey her order. This was not a matter of pride, but a matter of helping the smallest have a better chance at surviving. Without the help the other hybrids were offering, Tasaaki, Hisoka and Ciara might not have had a chance against the humans. The super felt slightly rude for ignoring his question, but she felt there were far more important matters to attend. Noticing that the other ticorn had caught onto her attention snatching song, she smiled and spread her wings wide, hoping they might obey her now. In an instant so sudden, an arrow pelted the beautiful tinix's side, piercing her upper thigh and trickling blood upon the ground. With wide eyes and gritted teeth, she kept where she was, still awaiting the foxen. All of her worry was focused on the small kit on her back. He was safe hidden beneath her fur, but she still worried he would become hurt. If the other hybrids did not act quick, she would need to leave to protect the one that mattered most to her.

Polaris was glad to see that her tears had stopped, but what she had said was nothing close to pleasant. Turning to face the forest in which the two were making their way towards, he nuzzled Obsidia forward and spoke quietly, "There is nothing more we can do at the moment. We must continue on and if need be, I will fight to protect you." He could hear the crowds of humans running about the town, screams of other hybrids echoed loudly and he winced before continueing forward, fear of his own family becoming hurt, "What is most important is finding someplace safe."

Corann did not know what was going on below him, nor did he care much for his undivided attention was on the dark house leader before him. He wanted so desperately to pledge his full loyalty to her and aid in the chaos that they had caused that, once peaceful, night. He did not notice Ainia run into the town, smile playing on her maw. He could not see Morrigan flying high overhead looking, scornfully, upon him. What he did notice, however, was a sudden scream in both pain and terror. Although he wanted to smirk and ignore the pain the hybrid was in, he could not help but realise how familiar the voice had sounded. Even in pain, the tone carried a sweet gentle voice that he had always enjoyed, "AINIA!" He roared, suddenly leaping off of the rooftops and onto one of the men that had thrown the net upon the unsuspecting foxen. His claws were out and his fangs were bared. "FOOL!" He roared again, voice strange to all of those who had not heard a hybrid speak before. He worried not of hiding himself, his voice or any part of him. All of those who put into the pain that had been caused, would feel a matched pain... tenfold. He had been assisted by the others of Ainia's family and avoided them in combat, but truly destroyed nearly every man in battle. New wounds decorated his body and the snow was a crimson red hue.

Ciara smiled after speaking to the other foxen, but did not believe what they had said, "There are too many men out there! It seems they are gathering even more! Can you not trust both me and my sister and let her take you out further? She can leave you out of the town, where you will have a much better chance of making it alive!" Upon hearing a scream and roar, she turned to see her brother had left the rooftop and had begun battling the humans, himself. With worry and surprise in her face, she released a short breath and looked back to the pair, "Please!"

*Kobbeh was occupied by one large group of men near the core of the battles. She lundged, and instead of instantly killing her victims, left them mangled to suffer. Sharp ripping into men's faces, puncturing their wind pipes, shredding their skin and breaking bones with her powerful jaw. As she lept onto one man, she was taken by suprise as another gaurd ran up and stabbed her with a dager behind the shoulder. She roared loudly, eyes becoming more wild than before. She lept off her current target, stumbling as she hit the ground. A fire lit in her eyes as her body tensed for a moment before breathing a large ball of fire at her attack her. She stumbled again and continued her ruthless attack, setting fire to the streets, buildings and all men who got in the way. Her blood lust was no longer about fun but total revenge.*

Apoc leapt into action as well, his white form suddenly diving off the rooftop and into a group of humans. A single loud roar was heard before claws, teeth, and wings slashed out at any moving thing near him. The red eyes of the tigon glowed as his enemies fell around him. One particularly brave human tackled the tigon and got in a stab on the creature's shoulder...before suddenly finding he no longer had a throat.

One would think that a wound would cause anger to the creature, but instead the same sickening grin crossed his maw as Apoc got back to his feet. Pain...blood...it was all a part of death, all a part of something he embraced so dearly. And it wasn't enough to stop him. Again the tigon leapt to attack, taking down all who opposed him.

With every human killed, Kirit became feircer, the taste and scent of blood filling his senses, the feeling of his claws effortlessly shredding human flesh, his magic crumpling houses, as most of them were made of wood. Even the splinters of the shattered homes found thier place embedded in to the back of human skulls, not immediately killing them, but reducing them to a shreiking form on the ground, dying a painful death.

Tasaaki and Hisoka had barely gotten further away from the group of hybrids when they heard the terrible cry. Looking back, Tasaaki's eyes nearly popped out of her eyes when she saw Corann leap into the fray... "Ainia?" she whispered. She knew Ainia. She'd met just about every foxen out there... "Hisoka. Go back to Ciara! I'm going to scout around annd look for Mike. He has to be around here somewhere!" Mike was the lead Foxen of the Elsin clan. She wondered where he was in all this sad chaos.

Hisoka started to go back for Ciara, but when he heard what Tasaaki said, he turned furiously, "Tas! No! You can't! C'mon--if Ciara says her sister can take us out of here..." His ear twitched. A huge crowd of humans were coming. A very big crowd... a mob. "Let's get back--Ainia's your friend, right!? We have to help her!!" Hisoka managed to grab Tasaaki's attention and the two headed back to where they'd originally left from.