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And that's all it took for the pieces to fall together. Of course, how stupid she was... The way the rogues ambushed, surrounding each one of the Blackmoore's and blocking their sight from each other. And then there was the fact that they began to retreat even though they had a shot at victory in the skirmish. This attack was planned, and it was more than just a fight, it was a kidnapping. "They took her." was all Trixy said as she looked up to Alistair and Lucian, her face as cold as stone. But why would the rogues do this, challenge a strongly established family, unless... Beatrix narrowed her eyes at Lucian singularly now. "If this has anything to do with your pathetic family so help me, I will show them true pain." It all made so much sense now, and Trixy spun on her heels to face Klaus. "Is that why you're really here, to watch your little Mirabelle's plan come to light?" She growled, and to think, she was starting to like this one up until now.

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No, you can go ahead and post before me, im at a loss for something to write without interacting with others anyway.

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Sweet, I've been waiting on you mostly. :]

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Lol, a hippie that's fought in more wars than him and loved every second of it. :p

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Lol, Magnus isn't invited. Mo think's he's insufferably rude because he didn't greet her with reverence. XD

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In what way are we talkin? *huehuehue* ;]

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The gray fox retreated into the woods, limping slightly on her left side. Once surrounded by the comforting serenity of the grand oaks and maples, Lady Mo collapsed against a trunk. In her exhaustion, Mohowauuck’s powers faded out and she shifted back into her vampire form. Yes, Lady Mo felt exhaustion, unlike many vampires, as her powers drained her physically and required an ample supply of human blood to sustain them. Mo’s body was naked, shrouded only by the eerie darkness. Her transformation wasn’t a magical one, it tore apart her clothing on the physical realm while her spirit soared between bodies. Lucky for Lady Mo, she was quite comfortable in her natural form, although other folks preferred that certain parts be covered up. Mo went to work gathering fallen leaves and growing grasses that she could use to stitch the leaves together. The process didn’t take long when you could commune with nature, and within minutes she had fashioned what looked like a nature-made bikini top and a skirt. The Lady looked down at her body, taking in the injuries she had sustained. Cuts and bruises from sword play and the like covered her back, stomach and legs, it seems the wolf hide couldn’t block out everything. Her arms got the worst of it, though, as her vine-like tattoos were marred with burns where the blue fire had kissed her. Much like the flora of the Earth, Mo was especially susceptible to fire, and the burns would take a while to heal – but they would heal. Even the pathetic human scientists knew that forest fires only help the forest grow back stronger than they were before – what then could fire do to the Mother of the Forests? Lady Mohowauuck held her head up high, broken but not beaten. Her legs brought her back out into the fight, tall and strong as she stood at her full height. “Lady Mo, are you uninjured?” Magnus called out to her from the battlefield. “Where the body fails, the spirit is strong. I’ve never been better.” She called out in reply, her loud voice being carried off by the fierce winds she’d still managed to keep up. Her throat burned for sustenance to maintain the storms, she need to go hunting soon. This oldblood had spent the majority of her immortal life immersed in battle, always fighting for her cause above all else. In war there were always victories and defeats, and she saw today’s battle for what it was: a defeat. Mo also knew this was just one battle in many; this war was far from over. The humans and their allies have advanced their putrid technologies in ways that gave them a certain edge compared to the oldbloods’ more traditional warfare. Traditional or not, the superior race would seize victory. Humans were a mistake of creation, meant to be replaced by the vampires as keepers of the Earth. This war would only be over once the humans found their rightful place – bowing at the feet of their vampire masters, kissing the very ground they walk upon – giving reverence to their gods.

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Bah, my post and @shikaru's don't go well though. I kinda prefer my way of getting out of trouble, if you don't mind. Mo is a take care of herself kind of girl. O.o

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Lady Mohowauuck could see just fine in the abyssal darkness surrounding her, thanks to her lupine vision. Battles often occurred like blackouts for Lady Mo, it was as if her body was a mere vessel, acting on instinct as her soul infused into the environment around her. She found her strength in the ancient soil and trees of the Earth, and her emotions swelled in the storm. Mo's fighting wolf form might be visible, but her presence was in everything unseen around them. Tooth and nail clashed violently with metal armor, not sharp enough to puncture it, but with enough force to bludgeon her victims. The strength of her jaws was enough to cause one crusader's breastplate to cave in and conveniently collapse his lungs. Her thick coat, designed to stave off winter's cold, protected her from sword slashes. For awhile, Lady Mo was at peace in her battle stance, effectively taking down her enemies with ease. In a flash, heavy steel was upon her, keeping her body pinned in an icy grip. Struggle as she might, Mo couldn't free herself from the dead weight that kept hold of her. When her mind reconnected with body, she quickly tried to take in her surroundings. Whatever was struggling with her didn't seem to have much fight left, was it... dead? Panic overcame her when she saw the blue fire plummeting towards her. Mo's panic radiated out into the atmosphere, causing the windstorm to go off kilter. The wind speeds were now high enough to keep birds from flying straight, take down tree limbs, and rip the siding off of buildings. Lightening began to flash as huge raindrops fell from the sky. The rain and wind managed to quell the fires a bit, but Mo had to find a way out of the dead man's grasp or she was quite literally going to be toast. Lady Mohowauuck's white fur began to fall out in chunks as she transformed yet again. She chose a smaller form, as to be able to escape from Vincent's hold. In milliseconds, a small gray fox emerged from the pile of flesh and fur underneath Vincent's dead body before taking off running into the sidelines.