The Moon's Arc

Snarling in both anger and disgust at what is unfolding before him, Ursus wishes he has fire... But he doesn't have fire. He does however, have the wrath of lightening. Crackling and rumbling echos through the woods as blue fills Ursus's maw, before a blast of lightening explodes forth and is aimed at the infected's head.

Meanwhile, Moonsong struggled to keep dodging her brother's attacks, unable to use her magic against him, as well as not being able to get close enough to get her dagger out of his chest. She yelps when he gets a close hit, ripping a piece of her left ear. She jumps away, and barks. Then turning she runs northwest out the decaying forest, Darius trailing right behind her. She really hoped Sirhaan would be able to hear her, as she mentally visualized hard of the place she was going and how to get there. The trou de lou. Wolf Pit. As she ran, she heard Darius quickly catching up as he was bigger than her. Luckily it wasn't that far.

He lunges and she spins, grabbing the hilt of her dagger as his body slammed into hers and they both fell along with the soil as the trap was triggered. Moonsong howls as she and the red wolf that once was her brother fall 15 feet toward iron spikes.

As his clawed paw forcefully shoves the black ice wolf's head down to the ground, his dying words whispered in Ursus' ears like voices in the wind. Thank you, Cousin.

And his skull is crushed. The almost black blood splatting out like goop onto the grass and dirt. It is until after the ice wolf is dead that moonsongs sorrowful howl can be heard echoing through the night landscape. 

Sirhaan caught the message from Moon as she heard the howl, she’s silent before starting to walk and then run to where her message came from.

Sirhaan sprints until she makes it to the pit, just barely catching herself before she could fall, her now useless eyes couldn’t make out anything besides the pit itself.

When the two of them peek over the edge into the pit, Fennex sees the red ice wolf, Darius, impaled muliple places by the iron spikes. Through his neck, his left forleg, his stomache and his rear right leg kept him suspended in the air; his mouth open in an eternal scream. Moonsongs white fur was a stark contrast to the pit and her darker coat sibling, but her white was stained with red. Small whimpers can be heard at the bottom of the pit. Moonsong sideways, her head hangin to the side. She was mostly luck. One of the iron spike held her up by her right forleg. she was bleeding on her thigh and from a gash on her other shoulder. Its obvious that the other spike that would have stabbed her had broken when she fell.

Now she wines and pants as she dangles, not even registering the others had arrived.