Numbered and Factions

Chapter 12

 Piper gathers Storm, Spark, and Kit into the cafeteria. Storm and Kit stay at each other's side while Spark spins a spirit around his hand a bit boredly.

"As I told the three of you before. I need the three of you to go out to WolfSong's base and find Lavender. I don't care if you level the place. You need to find Lavender alright. The three of you know how to communicate with each other I would hope. Spark, I know you're good with working from the back and front, as well as recon."

"Yes ma'am. Anbu's taught me well." Spark snickers,

"Storm, You know they'll be trying to get you in particular to stay with them. Give them a show alright."

Storm smiles a bit, Kit looks ahead at Piper.

"Kit, You know you're way in and out of some pretty damn tight places. Use that. A majority of the faction is brawn over brains. I know you well enough that your brain over brarows a majority of the time. Give them a show of how cunning a fox is."

"I'll do what I can. As long as that meathead doesn't trip me up'' Kit smiles and nudges Storm on the shoulder. Piper chuckles with a smile,

"Both of you shifters better be using your noses. They may not have her out in the open."

Spark sits up and brushes his hair back,

"So why are you choosing us three anyways. Could'nt you, Harmoninea, and Cerbi handle it?"

"They'd expect the three of us to show up. They know our scents and how to knock me and Cerbi off balance. They haven't fought the three of you yet. They don't know much of anything about you."

"That's a good enough reason for me. Been looking forward to another brawl after that maze." Storm stretches his arm.

"We can use my rifts to get her back, that way we won't have to deal with a whole getting away chase." Spark pipes up,

"Sounds agreeable, the scents are still fresh so we can follow those" Kit shifts after she speaks and sniffs at the ground.

"Good luck to you three. If you need backup, you know your signals."

The three nod, Storm shifts and walks up behind Kit with Spark following.

***

The night is cool, the scent of the husky and the medic fill the noses of the firefox and electric wolf as they trot along the trail. Spark runs behind them as they pick up speed. The border comes and goes under thier feet. Welcome to the territory of WolfSong. The trial turns abruptly as a tree is knocked on its side, a lavender feather sits in the leaves.

Spark walks up to the tree and picks it up, Kit hops up on his shoulders and sniffs it. She yips and points her head to the left, Storm had already started walking that way. Kit hops down and bounds ahead through the tall, thick grass.

A building comes into view, as well as a figure, wolfish, large, snarling, a werewolf. Storm sparks up and charges at it, a large hand throws him down as the wolf snarls. Storm sparks himself up into a pure ball of electricity, the werewolf howls as his body twitches and burns inside out. Storm keeps moving, Kit looks at the werewolf for a second before following. Spark runs ahead of the two.

They get closer and closer to the building, more feathers and a greatened scent of blood in the grass. The ground quivers and buckles under Spark as he runs, a spirit of light dives into the ground and creates a barrier under its bearer and the other two. Eye's on our prize, pick up the pace now.

Storm runs up and breaks the door of the building off its hinges with a mix of shock and bodyweight. Kit flares up with a graceful dive through the door behind him. Spark shifts himself into a ceiling light and zips around from the top.

***

Kit hops up and burns someone from the neck and throws them to the floor. Her jowls curl with her hackles raised, nine blazing tails of fire hang behind her like a fan, pulsing, throbbing whispering flames dance around her like ribbons. She yowls loudly as her fire spreads in a whirlwind.

The other wolves and dogs in the room turn and snarl, Storm creates a cackling wave around himself. One barks another growls, Storm howls with sparks pouring from his mouth like a rabid animal. His posture is loose and ready to run, eyes laid forward like daggers. Kit throws a field of fire around the two of them, Storm lays out a blanket of electrical pulse over it. The room has become a minefield for the members of WolfSong.

A bloodhound runs up and through the fire with his body shifting and contorting like a nebula, he growls lowly. Kit runs at him with her body flaming like a flamethrower, she hops up and goes for a bite only to phase through and be caught by a large structure made of stars. Storm growls and tries to attack off the heels of Kit, his body is caught by the mouth as the bloodhound stands there. His old looking face stares the two of them down, Kit tries moving and flaring herself up but it's no use. The hound walks up to her, staring. Kit growls and tries to thrash with all her little fox body has, nothing. The hound shifts into a taller broader man, his eyes glinting in the fires around him with a menacing aura, scars run down his wrinkled face, he looks at the fox in front of him.

"You." his voice is deep and cold,

Kit bares her fangs and snarls, flames dance off her face like a lion's mane.

"Don't waste the energy little fox. You're stuck there until I let you and the boy go."

Kit only growls more, more and more flames gather at her face. The man grabs her by the snout and holds her up, his touch is strong and colder than ice. Kit continues to growl. The man throws her to the ground and locks her there with lines of stars all over her face and body. The man holds Storm under a barrier of stars, blocking his hearing.

"You are the daughter of the Red Eye Killer aren't you. Unshift and speak to me girl."

Kit stares at him, her instincts are to run, her body heats and flares. The man grabs her neck tighter.

"Speak to me Girl!"

Kit unshifts in an inferno, the man drops her before his hand is burnt. She coughs and holds her neck trying to get her breath back. The man looks at her with a snarl to his teeth, his face turns to anger.

"Speak girl."

"I.. won't say."

The man kicks her in the chest and holds his foot over her heart.

"If you want to see your faction again you will speak."

Kit holds her hands on his leg, her breaths are fast and shallow. She keeps trying to get away but he holds his foot harder and harder on her chest.

"Speak woman!"

Kit struggles and claws at the ground, she tries to shift but she can't get the breath in to do so. Lines of stars rise from the ground. Kit panics and throws her body on its side, the flames come so natural in the moment, hands turning to paws as she embraces her second form. Her tails and eyes blaze in a corona like the sun, her flames dance as a rave. The man doubles back with that starry substance swirling around his arms.

"Fox."

Kit growls as her body blazes hotter and hotter, her fear and fury mixes with flame into a brilliant white. Tiles around her melt and buckle, the roof above smokes and singes. She'll take this whole place down if she has to. The man snarls,

"You refuse to be civil. Just like your father."

Kit barks and bares fangs, her hackles point up as she readies to strike. Her aim, Storm under that barrier. The man looks at her and where her eyes are set, he strikes forwards. Kit grabs him by the arm with a tail as she moves. The man screams as the barriers drop, his arm burnt to the highest degree. Kit hops back defensively in front of the wolf, her tails spread as she yowls out a flaming call. Embers and ashes swirl around the space, the man retreats.