The White Hare

Home Difficulties

Inside of the warren, Waylan narrowly avoids the wrath of the warrenheads with the help of Meo assuring them that Jack is at the entrance with the hellhound. Walking down the tunnels of the still new place he tries to mentally map out the warren as he thinks.

'I don't stand a chance against that thing. Not only is it stupidly strong but it is completely crazy.' The blonde male makes a turn. Turning sideways and shuffling down a narrow crack that makes up the next tunnel. 'How can they tolerate it around here? Everyone knows you kill the meat eating ones or else they destroy the warren.' Another winding turn takes him into a place with the scent of the white buck. A chamber with no exits aside from the entrance connected to a main tunnel and two smaller tunnels, one of which he just came from. The door to the room was open with a loud crack and the sound of breaking objects catching his attention the most and against his better judgment he entered.

Moving his gaze over the contents of the room, Waylan watches his previously believed "buddies" try and ransack the room. Some objects were already broken and him just being here was guaranteed to get him either killed or mauled by the heads of the warren.

"What are you backstabbing idiots doing?!" He swears he can feel his heart stop for a moment and the color drains from his face.

They turn to look at him and one of the bucks smirk. One of the females turns and chuckles as she motions for the others to continue. "Oh hey!" The brown and silver doe grins. "How did you manage to survive? We thought after the heads of the warren came back that they killed you and moved on." The mischievous glint in the hare's eye makes Waylan's fur stand on end. "We might just have a way to get that freak outed anyway-" The mix coated doe's eyes widened upon looking behind the blonde.

When Waylan looks behind himself he finds a very unhappy black buck.

"Y-Yeorin! What a surprise to find you here!" The doe chuckles uneasily. Watching the magic in the air coalesce into solid form and begin to cause smoke to rise from the buck's fur. Fire slowly crawls along his hands as he looks at the destroyed room. Plates and utensils made of bone, wood and plant fibers lay strewn across the floor. Pieces of numerous herbs and plants of various kinds are out of their containers and are stomped into mush. What few tools his brother had were either in the hands of the rogue members or were thrown against the reinforced walls of the chamber. "I-I know what this looks like-"

The black buck points an open hand at the group as the smell of burning flesh and brimstone fills the room. Wafting down the halls of the section of the warren as Waylan shakes in pure terror.

"Mother Terra, Great Warrior and Huntress of Gods. In my fury I call upon thy ever consuming flame, allow me to embody the one whom you bore from thy own womb, he who waits below where we mortals dare not dwell."

"Yeorin what are you doing?!?! Aren't we supposed to be friends? Companions?" The members of the group back against the wall farthest from the growing rings of fire magic mixed with the natural prayer that comes from the buck's lips. The formerly dark red runes and magic circles that encompass Yeorin's hand rise in heat. Going through the colors of flame as they grow hotter until settling on an angry orange. Fingers clutch around the spell and begin to crackle as the flames continue to grow hotter. Bathing the chamber in dancing light.

"Rutting cellmates for crying out loud!?" A different member shouts with a hand on either side of them. Looking left and right for an exit that doesn't have an angry pyro in the doorway while the others of their group press themselves against the wall. Hyperventilating as they cower against the magic searing through the air. Even the ground beneath their feet begins to burn at their paw pads.

"Burning Strike-!" The buck's hand is completely engulfed in flames. Small burns cropping up along the hand and scorching most of the fur on his limb to about his middle forearm.