PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

He was going to get what he wanted, his brothers murdered by his jaws, one way or another. The Dane King would have his revenge, the very two brothers that had betrayed him so would perish at his paws and no one would stop him. Not Hawthorne, not anyone. His plan was bulletproof. He covered himself in the dark silt and mud of the lake in his kingdom. It wasn't caked on him, but it was enough to make him look like one of Lucayas own. As he perched himself on the lower mountain on their side, the dark creeping in as dusk set in. He had spent weeks here, watching the wolves below and their interactions. It was almost as if he himself was attending their meetings, their trial. ​

His large body moved quickly through the trees as he weaved through the darkness the encased the lands, he had to locate one of the siblings and fast. He smelled many, blood thirst creatures of the night. He knew that coppery smell, the same smell Ares, Baba Yaga, and Wendigo reeked of. As he neared the area that he knew of the prisoner being held, he scoped the area first. Silently, he peered around a tree. His icy eyes set on a young woman with insect wings, she didn't have the stench of Vampirsim . . . But she had the coloring of Lucayas tribe. Perfect. He lowered himself to the ground before he clung to the mountains shadows, inching closer slowly before he leapt out.

His teeth bared in a deep and vicious snarl as he walked closer to her, attempting to push her into backing into the mountains wall. "Stay here, don't move, and don't scream. Or I'll f u c k ing rip those pretty little wings off you and kill you after I let my men have their way with you." His snarled at her, attempting to get in her face. His massive body rose up to apply his full pressure of his weight to the rock that sealed the mysterious man off from the world. Oh what a treasure he'd be. He'd bring Hawthorne to its knees alone, and Amberbjorne with it -- So he could finally get his children from Elara.

The Dane King slid the rock enough for him to fit his head and shoulders through, just enough for it to not look unopened from a distance and not make a sound as he did so. He looked to the female, who he hoped was surely scared to death, before he poked his head into the cavern. "Phobus." He whispered into the echoing caverns abyss. "Come with me if you want to see the light of day and the warmth of a woman again." He called, waiting for the man to come with him. Surely he would. He brought his head out, looking to the girl again before half circling her to be behind her. "Climb. You're coming with me to." He growled. Should she put up a fight, he'd have to grab her by her scruff and drag her with him. As he climbed, he refused to look back. That would only make him look suspicious should anyone see him -- But at this point the Vampires should just be waking up. He began his decent back to home, his two prisoners in toe . . .

Beartooth;