It took five men to bring the bound werefox into their camp, ten to actually bring her down. Her ears, both tipped in black, were pinned back tightly against her skull. Her tail thrashed wildly behind her as she struggled in her captors’ grips. The gold that could normally be seen in her eyes was gone; the iris was all dark red. The pupils were wide with a mixture of rage and fear. The clothes she had been wearing, a loose white long-sleeved undershirt and brown breeches, had been torn in a number of places and was covered here and there with blood. A high-pitched bark/howl came from her as she tried to call for her brother but no one appeared to save her. The five men holding her laughed as they dropped her onto the ground with a thump.

“That’s right wench,” one of the men, tall and ragged, taunted her. “No one’s come to save you.” He backhanded her across one red furred check. Her ivory fangs closed down hard on his fist. Another man, not quite as tall as the first but just as cruel and mean looking, sent a boot right into her ribs. She let go of the fist, suppressing a yelp as she thought she heard the cracking of ribs.

The first man looked at his hand, looked at the deep marks her fangs had made and at the blood welling up from them. He spat out a curse even as he delivered a savage kick to the vixen’s shoulder, sending her skidding back. “You’ll get no mercy from us now you low-born wench,” The man growled before he turned and walked away to bandage his hand. “Tie her to the post, we’ll get the information from her as soon as I get back.” He had called over his shoulder before disappearing up into one of the tree houses.

The men dragged her to a large wooden post about ten inches wide and six feet tall though the lower foot and a half was stuck in the ground. They shoved her roughly down on her knees right in front of the post and while the others were holding her, one tied a strong piece of cloth around her muzzle to keep it closed. All the while, the vixen was still struggling to break away. One man produced a piece of rope and they put it around her neck and the post and tied it. She wasn’t able to lower her head with causing pain and had she been able to bite she wouldn’t have been able to move her head far enough forward. Another pushed her shoulders against the post so that they could get her arms back behind it. They bound her wrists tightly together. Still on her knees, they pushed her back against the post and pulled her feet back behind it so that both knees were almost even with the post. The men roughly pulled her feet together, a muffled hiss coming from the vixen as they did so, and then tied them together as well.

“There sugar,” one said and patted her on the cheek as the others stood back to inspect their work. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” Had she been able to talk at the moment, the vixen probably would have uttered something along the lines of ‘go to hell’.

Except for the one who was to guard her, the other men left to go about their other tasks while waiting for the first man to return. All were eager to begin to integrate the vixen, for integrating meant torturing.

The pain from being tied the way she was kept her from calming down and concentrating on a way of escaping. All that ran through her mind was rage at what they had done, a slight fear for what they would do, and her instincts screaming at being tied down. So she sat there, bruised and cut from the earlier battle and with pain radiating off of her broken rib.

Vulpes heard his sisters cries and ran quickly through the woods. The anger boiled in his chest and it took all he had not to jump out at his sisters kidnappers. He breathed deep, trying to calm his fury and think of a plan. He thought it good to let Solaris know he was there though. He thought with his mind and found hers. Sister, I am here. Help me think of how to help you. Help me think of a plan. He made his voice calm and soothing trying to not show his lack of self control. His hair was standing on ends and his teeth were bared. He would get revenge.

He ran quietly behind some brush and peered at the guard watching over Solaris. He sprung out and bit the man in his neck, cutting off any sound he was about to make. Blood dripped down his muzzle. He walked over to Solaris and started to bite away at the ropes that bound her. Come sister, let us show these heathen what warefoxes are made of.

The moment she heard his voice in her head, she fought to regain self-control. She let the lids slide shut over her eyes as she took one or two deep breaths through her nose. When her eyes opened again, the pupils had returned to their normal size though her irises were still dark red. Had she been able to, she would have smiled in satisfaction at the sight of the bandit lying in his own blood.

The moment her hands were free, she brought them around and cut through the cloth keeping her mouth shut. As he bit through the ropes binding her feet, she used her claws to cut the rope around her neck. Thank every god you found me brother… Her words whispered in his mind as she pushed herself up to stand. I thought those bastards might end up succeeding. Her gaze surveyed the camp around them. The leaders are in those treehouses and the rest are around us. Which would you like to take first? For all that she sounded calm in his mind, her own mind raged for revenge and bloodshed at what they had down.

I say we kill these fools and then get revenge from the leaders. Vulpes licked his tongue over his teeth, tasting the man he had just killed's blood. Shall we kill them as foxes or humans? Either way their blood will spill. In his mind he calculated how many of them were down here. With his sister by his side he knew that the ground would be red with their blood by the time he left.(sorry it's so short.)

For the rest of the fools we should use our fox forms but for the leaders… A faint grin stretched across her face. Well, I think human would be best so that they might see the faces of their killers. She surveyed the area around them, taking in the different scents. We should scare off their horses’ first brother, so that if they run it’s by foot… And we both know how slow these humans run.

She looked around them again, her bushy tail flicking behind her. A few are coming towards us now, she looked towards the northern part of camp where the sound of footsteps was coming from. Come brother, let us paint this ground red with their blood.

(its okay)

Vulpes smiled and let out a howl. He sprang forward, knocking a man down and ripping through his throat. He charged again at another but only bit into his arm. The man waved his arm around and Vulpes was forced to let go. She charged at the mans back, shoving him into another, both falling to the ground. He bit into the one mans head, feeling his teeth crunch through. She stepped back some, blood cakes in the fur around his muzzle. Stupid humans shold learn to never cross a ware fox and her brother. They will pay for that mistake several times over.

( *snickers* Devin, your charry is a dude, remember? *pokes* and its were fox not ware. )

Solaris followed after her brother, leaping for one of the men and knocking him to the ground as he struggled. Her claws dug into his stomach even as she tore out his throat. She looked up as another ran at her, the blood dripping from her muzzle caused the man to pause but only momentarily. Though it was enough time for Solaris to jump at him, catching one of his wrists so that he couldn't stab her with the dagger he held. She jerked his arm back, hearing the sound of bones cracking before she took the dagger and stabbed it in his chest. "Killed by your own knife," she commented aloud for the first time, staring down at the dying man. "Aren't you lucky." She snorted before turning on the next man, only two left from the previous ones.

(dammit! it's really hard. I'm not use to rping as a dude.)
Vulpes smiles and jumps up, teeth sinking into one man's shoulder. The blood flushes out and around his mouth. The man's shoulder balde crack beneath Vulpes' teeth. His muzzle is a dark crimsion red now from all the blood. He let his sister finish the last man and went over to the horses, biting the lether straps that bound them to (a post or tree or something). "Run! Run for I shall sink my teeth into your flesh and rip your heart out." The horses wide eyed ran into the forest. Vulpes ran back to where Solaris was, ready to take down the rest of these filthy humans.

As her brother went off to scare away the horses, Solaris circled the last man. He turned with her so that she wouldn't be able to get to his back. "I don't need your back to kill you," she remarked before she lunged. One hand curled around his shoulder and dug her claws in, the other catching his wrist and squeezing hard. Her fangs found his throat and she tore it out. As her sibling returned, she looked up from the dead body she was crouched over and then rose to meet him.

More of the little pests are coming... I'm not sure how many there are at this camp.

We shall kill them all, no matter their numbers. If they are all as weak as this it should be simple work disposing of the rest. Vulpes shook his fur and snarled, ready to tear down anything that got in his way. He let out one long furocious(sp?) howl and charged towards the rest of the bandits. He jumped on one, bit him hard and then pounced on the next man, jumping from the bodies before they hit the ground. Most he meerily injured in the rush but several were also dead. (hmm. i wonder if that's too godmodley...tell me if it is and I'll edit it.)

(hmm... I think it would only be godmodley if you had said you killed them all.. I'm not sure though)

As Solaris killed one of the injuried men she noticed the weapon he carried; a longbow. A grin twisted across her muzzle as she took it and his quiver of arrows from him, slipping the latter onto her back. As she fitted the first arrow to the bow, she focused and then shot at one of the injuried men. He fell with an arrow through his throat, the next two falling the same way. The fourth injuried man died with an arrow through his eye and into his brain.