THATS ALRIGHT, I LIKE THE WAY IT HURTS.

[big daddy lizzeh.]

On the first page,
Of our story, the future seemed so bright.
Then this thing turned out so evil,
I don't know why I'm still surprised.
Even angels have their wicked schemes,
And you take that to new extremes.
But you'll always be my hero,
Even though you've lost your mind.

Thunder rumbled across the skies, as it usually did when something bad was going to happen. Didn't it do this when Marut had come to Hannibal's lands before, the day he had killed him within Inferno? Ears twitched nervously on top of the ivory Era's head, as he led the way through the trees that led to the meadow. Stopping for a brief moment, it felt as if something lurked around them, the shadows swelling then retreating back to where they had been moments before. A sort of paranoia wormed itself into Marut's mind, and he felt, for the first time in his life, afraid. Afraid of being within the lands of Hannibal and his hell spawns. Snorting angrily, he could kick himself for feeling this way. Did Tuula sense the fear radiating from the noble stallion? Not looking toward his former mate, the white horse pushed onwards, finally breaking free of the shadowy forest, the green grasses of the meadow under the mountain appearing before him. Seeing the clearing didn't ease the fear that clutched his half broken heart, it intensified it. But, he would have to keep it bottled up, for Tuula's sake, and the sake of his daughter.

Regathering his composure, he stood tall and proud, a loud whinny escaping him so that Hannibal knew he was here, here to get his daughter and then get the hell out of Dodge. Flicking his ears forward, he was quite surprised that it seemed so still, so silent, around Felwood. He had scouted here before, and horses seemed to be within the lands frequently, more so than in the Era lands. Shaking his violently, the white knight stood there, waiting for a horse to appear. And appear did a horse. Out of the other side of the meadow's trees, came the fiery visage of Aeon, flaming eyes narrowed at the call of Marut. How dare this wind horse think that the creatures of Felwood were at his beck and call. Snorting, small furls of hell flame escaped into the humid air, as thunder rumbled overhead. A storm, how predictable. Storms always seemed to spring up when something dramatic happened. Pinning her ears against her head, the daughter of Hannibal made her way to Marut, and noticed that he wasn't alone. Her own mother was here, and it made her anger even more apparent.

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Do you think he should honestly honor your request of releasing Haize, Marut? When you have his bitch there with you, the Devil knows what you did with her before you brought her back to these lands. Her life for your daugh - I'm not here to trade your mother for my daughter, Aeon. I am here so I can take my daughter back to where she belongs. With her own kind. Not with your vile kin. Your mother, on the other hand, decided she wanted to make sure Haize came back safely.[/font] The interruption by Marut caused the flames housed in Aeon's eyes to brighten slightly, as anger consumed her again. It wasn't on a normal basis that the hell-mare was angry, but as of late, she was more angry than usual. Staring at the old lead of the Eras, the mare didn't move a muscle, until the wind that had kicked up told her of her father's arrival. A slight mutter under her breath caused a smirk to cross Marut's maw, and he let it fade as the mare glared at him once more before disappearing into the trees near them. Eyes had followed the hell spawn until she had disappeared into the forest, then looked to where Hannibal might appear.

Finally, the Lead of Felwood finally arrived, his right hand horse, Joker, behind him. It had been some time since Hannibal had spoken to Joker, but once he did, he found that Haize had never left the large draft's side. Joker's ears tilted forward, as he walked, Hannibal leading the pair to where Marut stood with Tuula. There wasn't anger dancing within Hannibal's eyes as he stopped before Marut, which surprised the white stallion so much, his ears danced forward in a heartbeat.[/font] Welcome to Felwood, Marut. I take it you're here for your daughter,[/font] the painted stallion's voice was so different than it normally had been, it severely caught Marut off guard. What, what was happening? Why was he like this? Breathing in deeply, the confusion that set into the white stallion cleared, and he finally spoke,[/font] Yes. I am here for Haize. Hannibal, you don't want to start a war when both sides hardly have any horses to fight. If you just let her come home, we don't have to start anything.[/font] I have considered releasing your precious spawn many times before, but events had always turned my thoughts to reconsider what I had been thinking. How badly do you want your daughter, Marut? Is her life really more valuable than any other horse's life is?[/font]

His question hung in the tense air, the thunderstorm above brewing, waiting for the right moment to just split apart and wreck havoc among the lands of Felwood. Marut's ears twitched, as a rain drop slipped from the heavy clouds above, dropping upon his muzzle. It distracted him for a brief second from the paint's question, and this caused a twinge of impatience to spark within Hannibal.[/font] Is it that hard of a question, you stupid colt? Clearly you love your daughter so much as to intrude within my lands.[/font] Marut fidgeted, and this caused Joker to look at him curiously. But, something lurking within the forest behind the little meeting caught the younger stallion's attention, and his ears tilted forward. Something caught his eye, a flash of white. Curious as to what was lurking around them, Joker felt the need to go see who else had intruded upon Hannibal's lands. Although, Hannibal snorted at him when he started to move away from the group, and Joker stayed in his place, the curiosity gnawing at him.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
But that's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
But that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
Ohhh, I love the way you lie

marut, aeon, hannibal, joker .
nine hundred ninety seven .
love the way you lie pt. 2 ; rihanna ft. eminem .
for anyone within felwood .
lizzeh 2011 .[/size][/blockquote]

[sibber-chow]

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[bg=#000000] Despite all efforts to hide his unease, the elder mare could sense Marut's anxieties about being here. The angst struck her as peculiar for, as far as she could recall, she had never witnessed him unnerved. The right and just thing to do would have been to allow him his leave. He'd fought her battles with Hannibal too many times past, and it was not acceptable that he should have to do that it again. Still, she had not brought him to fight for her but rather in hopes for support. And, as the storm brewed overhead with an ominous promise her own anxieties began to rise in her chest. Her gut wrenched and heart throbbed, and she decided she simply could not permit herself to allow Marut his leave. She needed his support for the heaven's knew no other soul in these forsaken lands would offer it. Marut was all she had, and even they had their strife. Where was one to turn when the whole word was against them? There was a longing for relief as the stepped free of the grasps of the forest, but her hooves shifted uneasily despite having found resting point in the clearing. Something was not right about this day, about this encounter, but it was too late to tuck tail and run. They had no choice but to press forward; they had been detected. A fiery beast of too much familiarity emerged from the depths of the forest, and a scowl found the speckled mare's lips upon sight of Aeon. They were not alone with mare. Tuula could sense her other hellion daughter's presence circling the clearing, sending tendrils of warm, abrasive gales to reprimand the duo. Davi had no interest in making direct communication with her mother or Marut but could not help but stir some unease with her very presence. She fed off the anxiety, the fear. And, should some skirmish arise, she did not mind being near enough to partake in the mischief. Mind was taken from the circling form as words like venom stung Tuula's ears. No matter how evil the creature she knew her child to be, such foul tidings never ceased to pull at the strings of her heart. Still, the hell twins were the least of Tuula's worries at the moment, and she would not dignify such cruelties with a response. Hannibal was near, and with his presence, the twins seemed to disperse of their own accord. The sight of her love, of her betrayer, of... whatever he could be called at this stage in the game, caused the mare to remain in discomfort. It was not until she saw his underling with her Era daughter tight at the brute's flank, that she was reminded of why she had come. Trepidation was pushed back with a forced gulp as she moved to take stance at Marut's side. Haize, that was why she was here - her daughter's one chance at salvation. Redemption for herself was never really an option... The younger mare looked to her parents with a certain longing. She missed her Era family and the comfort of her homelands. Still, She did not attempt to race to their sides. Perhaps, it was an unwillingness to leave Joker or maybe fear for how Hannibal might react. The latter seemed more reasonable that the first, yet not necessarily more accurate. Rather than budge, she remained just to the flank of stag, her barrel pressed against his haunch to reassure herself. Such comfort could not be preserved as her own gaze caught the blur of ivory. Quick to frighten, the skittish thing gave a half rear, vocals squealing as her legs thrashed the air. Haize's reaction spurred maternal instinct to triumph in the elder Era. A hiss escaped her lips at the painted brute's words, his impatience, and familiar foul nature. "Hannibal, your issue is not with her nor is it with Marut. Let her leave, to return to the lands she belongs and away from the temptations of darkness," eyes stared intently upon Joker as she spoke those last words. He was the enemy, the revival of her mistakes with Hannibal in dear Haize's life. "Let her go, and your herd will never have to bother with any of us again. Let us end this dance once and for all."
[bg=#000000]characters: Tuula Haize word count: 720 muse music: MCR ooc: ...

[big daddy lizzeh.]

All the anxiety, hostility, fear, and whatever emotion that swirled around them all fed the creature who Haize and Joker had spotted lurking through the trees behind the two older Era. Little did they know, that this creature sat in wait, plotting it's next move, brilliant eyes watching each horse closely, calculating it's next move. The nervousness that Haize felt because of this creature caused Joker to reach over to her cheek, touching it gently. The bluish paint knew this would cause a stir in Tuula - he had heard the conviction in the older mare's voice - but it hardly bothered the large stallion. Drawing his muzzle away from Haize's cheek, his eyes rested upon the horses standing before Hannibal, staying silent as he suveyed the scene unfolding within Felwood.

Upon Tuula's retort, Hannibal let a small chuckle rumble his painted body, blue eyes staring at the Era elder. Ears tilted forward, so slowly, as thunder rumbled overhead, as if tempting the painted hellion to do something. All the Lead did, however, was shake his head ever so slightly. Tuula is right, Hannibal. Let Haize leave, and no one else will be here to bother you or your herd,

[/font] the white stallion next to Tuula spoke, eyes going over to Haize for a brief moment. He wouldn't let it show, but Joker didn't bother him as it clearly bothered his companion. Something he couldn't understand, was why Joker was being so tender with Haize. He could've reached over to bite the young mare, but instead he touched her gently. A lover's touch. Was Joker a double agent?

His thoughts were ripped from his mind, as a brilliant flash streaked overhead, followed by a loud clap of thunder. Hannibal was staring straight at Marut, his blue eyes narrowed.[/font] You think I should give up something that I can hold above your heads and pull it out of your reach? Like dangling a piece of meat in front of a wolf, then dragging it away, it's what I like doing with you. Toying with you. Because you two are so easily fooled and manipulated,[/font] Hannibal's words drawled out, and a smirk crossed his muzzle. Joker glanced from Hannibal to Marut and Tuula, ears tilted forward, his face as blank as a slate. Turning his eyes away from the Eras, he looked to where he had seen the flash of white, and nostrils flared. If one had enough sense, they would see it was a signal, but a signal for what?

marut, hannibal, joker .
four hundred seventeen .
use my dagger, starwarspunk (maklibek remix) .
D: Didn't want to draw it out too much .
lizzeh 2011 .[/size][/blockquote]

[sibber-chow]

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[bg=#000000] Tuula grew impatient with Hannibal's games. It was way overdue for all of this to end; little did she know how true those thoughts could come to be. Little did she know what the fates had in store for this day... Taking a few paces forward, the mare shook her head wearily. "Hannibal," she clipped his name out with disdain. She was beyond trying to find the light in her life, the chance for some happy ending to the remainder of her days. That hope gone for her own fate allowed her to place all on the line for this final battle. "What is it you want then, hm? What is it you so desperately seek to fulfill that void of a heart this time around? Tell me, dear," again, she clipped her term of endearment. "What will it take for you to let Haize return to the lands she belongs - Avvolgere?" The younger Era shifted slightly as Joker tapped her flesh. She and he had likely had bitter times in his earlier, darker days, but that was something she could not recall. The good were far more near to heart - the moments like these. As such, she trusted the brute with her life, and she always had. The words from her matriarch's hit her for the first time with their true message. "Home... but, mother, I... I want to stay here." That was not true. She wanted to stay with him. Tuula's ears flickered as she shook her head in firm decline. "No, Haize, you are going back where you belong. I can assure you, this place, these horses have nothing for a gentle heart as yours. You are coming home." Haize had never been one to deny authority. She was a frail and skittish soul like that. Her mother's command sent hooves instinctively into movement. Before she realized it, she had begun her approach to take her dam's side. Reminder came to her of Hannibal's pressence, and she froze in mid-step, halfway between her dame and the lead of these lands. Like a deer frozen in the spotlight of a car, she was awestruck and unsure as to what to do next. A part of her told her to run to her mother's side for safety, fearing to appoach the darkness of Hannibal once again. Yet, she did not want to be at her mother's haunches. She much preferred Joker's company. With hesitation, the younger took enough paces back to make it clear which side she would remain upon.
[bg=#000000]characters: Tuula Haize word count: 418 muse music: SIXX:AM ooc: I really hate school... you should know this. .____.;

[big daddy lizzeh.]

As young Haize and her mother spoke, Joker's ears tilted back. Were they really arguing about where the young mare really belonged? As nostrils flared again, he caught another scent upon the tense air, that of another horse. Blinking his eyes quickly, he looked beyond Tuula and Marut, ears lifting from his head, a curious look crossing his face. He had scented this equine before, and it confused him as to why they were here. Focusing upon the scene before him once more, Joker looked almost happy to know that Haize didn't want to leave his side. They had grown closer since she had first arrived within Felwood, and it would cause poor Joker's heart to break in multiple pieces if she left him.

A hoof of Hannibal's stomped the ground in frustration, blue eyes narrowing at the pair of older Eras. So many words ran through his head, the voice he had suppressed for so long wanting to break free of it's cage Hannibal had stored it in. Anger and hatred ran through the dark paint's body, trembling where he stood, as his blue eyes focused upon Marut. You. You think you can just come waltzing into my lands, ordering me to release your daughter? You are highly mistaken,

[/font] the painted stallion's muscles bunched underneath his coat, as he lunged for the white stallion.

He never reached the ivory Era. The creature that had been lurking within the forest behind the elder pair finally broke free of it's hiding place, a shrill whinny escaping it's muscular form. The painted body of Bolin ran right into his father, headbutting him away from Marut and Tuula. Golden eyes narrowed at the stallion who fathered him, and Hannibal let a hiss escape his jaws as he stumbled back, wild eyes looking at who intercepted his attack. As he realized who it was, ears flattened, and a smirk crossed his lips.

Well, well. Followed them to Felwood, have you, Bolin? I hope you've come prepared to actually fight, instead of chickening out like you did so long ago,[/color] the older paint taunted, and Bolin tilted his ears back, a large gust of wind surrounding him. The young stallion's nostrils flared, as he prepared to launch himself back at his father, muscles quivering underneath his coat.[/font] I followed no one here, you monster. If you had actually stayed within Felwood instead of fucking around like you always have done, you'd realize that your loyal sidekick is actually on the Era's side,[/font] Hannibal glanced to Joker as Bolin spoke, and a cocky smile crossed the Era leads maw, however, he still feared for Haize and Joker's lives. He knew his mother and Marut could fight for themselves, but the younger two didn't know Hannibal as well as the older three did.

Joker. Take Haize away from here. She doesn't need to see this, Bolin ordered the large Draft stallion, and Joker merely nodded to the oldest son of Hannibal. Turning to Haize, Joker placed his muzzle upon her shoulder, nudging her gently,[/font] It's time to go, my dear.[/font] YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE,[/font] Hannibal tried to stop Joker and Haize from leaving, but a gust of wind from Marut caused him to back off, his attention turning onto the white Era who stood by Bolin's side now. Frustration set into the lead of Felwood, and he lunged for Marut again, only to be blocked by Bolin. Hannibal's teeth sunk down into his son's shoulder, Bolin letting out a whinny of pure pain.

Wind burst from the painted Era, knocking his father away, blood spilling from the wound on his shoulder. Panting slightly, Bolin clenched his jaw, the pain ripping at his shoulder. It's the last time you'll ever hurt someone, you bastard,[/color] the Era lead reared up, despite the searing pain in his shoulder, wind bursting from his body, in the shape of an arrow, headed straight for Hannibal.[/color]

marut, hannibal, joker, bolin .
six hundred forty nine .
russian roulette, rihanna .
stopped so that you could have the wind arrow go through tuula at the end of your post .
lizzeh 2011 .[/size][/blockquote]

[sibber-chow]

Tuula seemed utterly unresponsive throughout the sequence. She had not been shocked by the anger that bubbled upon Hannibal's in consideration of the quest to remove Haize from these lands. That had been the only event that had truly not been a surprise however. She had not expected Joker's reaction or role, and yet, she still could not help but have distrust in her heart. She had it set upon her mind that he was no good and it was unlikely that would sway. She made no attempt to stop the departure of the younger Era clinging to the flank of the stallion in question for security. Her mind was too distraught with the realization that her son was here, and more-so the realization of what was going down. This would certainly be the end of the battle between the Eras and Hannibal. But, what casualties must come from it? And, could she bare to know who might win? Would either side be anything but a hollow victory for her? Surely she quested for Marut and her eldest spawn to win, right?

It seemed her time to decide was upon her. Yet, her mind was not allowed to travel along such paths of deep thought. The battle had begun. She would not strike upon either side... she wouldn't even have the chance.

The mass of the ivory sought movement and a sharp pain plunged upon her chest. Legs thrashed violently upon the air, an agonized tone breaching the dismal day. The birds of the air took to the skies at the gut-curdling sound and the skies opened up to allow a thunderous storm to pour upon them. She could not feel the chilled rain upon her coat as body crashed upon the ground. The only thing to be felt was the warm ooze of blood and the pounding of a heart who had chosen. Even in the worst of times, the most bitter of sentiments, her heart made commitment to him. To Hannibal.

Gasping, Tuula tried to find breathing easier, but such a pleasure never came. Her eyes were gaped, her body trembling, and things began to blur. This was it. She could feel her every fiber draining slowly, painfully. Was there no resolve to the agony even in death?

[big daddy lizzeh.]

Watching in horror as the wind arrow pierced through his mother's chest, Bolin's ears shot forward as he heard her piercing cry. It struck his heart, and he flared his nostrils, the scent of blood thick upon the air. Tears welled in his eyes, and he took a hesitant step forward. What had he done? Bolin's attention didn't stray from his mother, even when the wind arrow that had injured her had hit it's intended target.

As the arrow entered Hannibal's painted body, the Lead of the Felwood stood unusually still. No cries came from the stallion, as he stood there, his eyes became wide, blood seeping from the wound in his chest and side. Nostrils flared, blood trickling from them, as he stumbled forward. Not a word was said, as he lowered his body beside Tuula's, feeling the life draining from her body slowly.

His own life seeped from him, as he lay his head on her neck, breathing slowly. Mother... I'm so sorry, the painted stallion stepped forward, lowering his head to the elder mare's face. His muzzle touched hers, nostrils flaring as tears rolled down from his golden eyes. Please, don't leave me. Hannibal stirred from Tuula's side, blue eyes looking to his son, his breathing more ragged than before.

Son... I am sorry that it had to end this way. I'm sorry that I abandoned you and your sibling, along with your mother, so long ago. Please, forgive an old stallion, the older paint stared at Bolin, wanting his son to forgive him before he passed away. Bolin just stared at his father, ears tilted foward, his muzzle still upon his mother's. Finally, he lifted his muzzle, and flared his nostrils at the stallion's request.

Father. You have shown me the way a stallion should never treat a mare and his offspring, you have taught me to never be a deserter of a family, the brown paint paused for a moment, seeing the pain reflecting in the eyes of his fading father, but you are lucky that my mother has taunt me to forgive. I don't understand why you would want to hurt such a kind creature. She has done nothing but give you her utter devotion, and all you did was tear her down. I hope you don't go to the same place as her, as Hell surely is your home, but I will forgive you for this once in your life.

Bolin took a step back, away from his mother and father, ears tilted forward. He hadn't wanted his mother to get by his attack, it wasn't meant for her. The painted stallion shook away the tears, as Marut stepped forward. Lowering his muzzle toward Tuula's own, he breathed out slowly. He hated seeing the blood taint his companion's coat, hated seeing the life draining from her body. But she had chosen the tyrant over him, and now she had gotten what she had ultimately wanted. To live and die with Hannibal.

Dear Tuula. I will just let you know that Haize will be alright. Joker is much nicer than you give him credit for. I didn't want you to worry about it, I knew all along that he was keeping an eye out for our daughter. He and Bolin will take care of her, and make sure that no harm comes to her, he let out an unsteady breath, tears welling in his own eyes, I love you, my darling, and I will always remember the kindness you showed me, and the love of a mate. Be at peace, my dear friend.

Marut nuzzled her cheek gently, closing his blue eyes as he did. Behind him, Bolin turned his head away, the tears streaming from his eyes, angry with himself for causing such a terrible mess. On the other side of the dying pair, Joker stood next to Haize, his ears tilted back, his muzzle to the young Era at his side, whispering reassuring words to her.

marut, hannibal, joker, bolin .
six hundred fifty seven .
russian roulette, rihanna .
so sad ;-; .
lizzeh 2011 .

[sibber-chow]

The words were a thunderous rumble upon her ears, the sights a blur of color and lacking any form. Every sense felt disabled, allowing a incoherent detailing of the world around the dying mare. Her mind sought to find understanding aside from the pain and body fought to cling to the few threads that remained to her being. She could feel these threads of life stretch taut, ready to snap at any moment, and her external pains became of such fierceness that they were but soon an incomprehensible numbness. And, she was cold, so very cold.

Glassy, two-toned gaze blinked although never broke as to allow the tears that lie on the brink an exit. It would not have likely been seen had the tears existed, the rain pouring down heavier by the moment. The wind roared so fiercely as if damning the very day that sought to take away one of it's children. Yet, Tuula could not damn the day any longer. The dread that she should have felt wasn't there even though she found it perverse that she was finding a peace in her death - her death here with Hannibal.

At least, it would finally end and they would be together. He could betray her no more.

Lips moved as she was striven for any rational thought. Things were speeding through her mind quicker than she could keep up, yet the tornado of her mind was no longer enough to overwhelm or create anxiety. Still there was peace in the elder Era...

"Bolin, my son... this... this is not your fault. Never... never think of it so... I love you and could... could not be prouder of my son. Marut... I care... I care more for... care more for you than you can know. You... you were all that kept me... sane and grounded, my friend. Live... live the life... the happy life that I kept from you, please."

Eyes shut as she embraced the darkness that enveloped. The pain was fading, the sounds, the smells. It was all fading, and only one thought, one image remained in the cavity of her mind. Hannibal.
"I love you."

Stillness. The wind was still, silence for death, the memory, and the rain poured down straight down as if tears from the heavens.

Haize looked upon the sight of her mother and guilt overtook the young mare. A weak whinny escaped barely parted kissers as she tucked her tiara beneath Joker's. Tears, hidden in the rain, shed from her light gaze, and she couldn't help but feel as if she were to blame. Naivety blinded her to the fact that it was her mother's qualms with Hannibal that truly rooted it all. It stung bitterly, but with a quick gasp of breath, Joker's scent filled her nostrils... and she found relief in him. Stepping back, her head was held at an even height, never daring to look upon her mother's lifeless form. Rather she looked upon Joker and continuously she found comfort. "Have I done this?" She wanted, no needed, to know what he thought of this. It was all that mattered to her. She'd become everything her mother had not wanted. Joker was her Hannibal, yet the fates provided an optimism that was never tuly there for her mother.

[big daddy lizzeh.]

Noting the change in the wind, the stillness, Marut flicked his ears. The weather was mourning for the loss of it's child, and the ivory Era sighed. Blue eyes looked to the pair of horses lying before him, and nostrils flared. Bolin, we'll need to bury them, the stallion spoke to the brown paint behind him, ignoring Joker and his daughter. Flicking his ears back slightly, Bolin nodded, though Marut couldn't see it. Dark golden eyes stared at the bodies of his mother and father, as he moved to Marut's side, grabbing the mane of his mother as Marut did. They dragged the mare's body to the forest, where they preceded to bury her.

Joker watched the two older stallions do what they needed to, then turned to Haize when she spoke. Nostrils quivered, and he sighed. My sweet Haize. This was set into motion long before you were born. Nothing you have done has caused this tragedy. Please, just relax. Everything is going to be alright, the young Draught spoke gently to his young companion, nuzzling her cheek gently. I am always here for you, and I believe your family is here for you as well. Flaring his nostrils slightly, eyes drifted to the cloudy skies above, and his ears flattened against his skull. Let's get out of this rain, my dear. There is a cave we can wait this rain out in nearby, the bluish white paint turned around, not wanting to see the bloody scene anymore.

Bolin and Marut emerged from the trees moments later, to drag Hannibal's body to the gave that they had made for the pair. The painted Era watched Joker and Haize, his ears tilted forward. He wasn't going to interfere with the two, he knew that Joke could take care of his younger sister. Turning to look at Marut, eyes questioned his elder. She will be fine, Bolin. I can sense that Joker means no harm to Haize, however close to Hannibal he seems, Marut spoke softly, and the two Eras grabbed hold of the former leader of Felwood, pulling him within the trees to bury him with Tuula.

marut, bolin, joker
three hundred fifty five
no music, sadly
awww, the epicness that is hannibal is over.
lizzeh 2011

[sibber-chow]

His words were ever reassuring as his touch. Light gaze remained in avoidance of the burial scene and upon Joker. She knew he was right; he must be right.

Welcoming the idea of finding shelter from the rain, she gave a quiet nod. Before she dared budge, Haize finally managed to look upon the scene. She saw her brother and father as they traveled back with mud on their pelts from the burial. A deep breath was taken in, sending a tremor across her petite frame. It was all over, and it was all beginning. Another breath of the chilling air brought about upon the storm, and she closed her eyes. Quiet thoughts of mourning were all that filled her silence as she paid her recognition to the deceased. She would miss her mother although she felt she hardly knew her. Perhaps, that was the very reason she would miss her so much.

Turning towards her painted counterpart, she allowed a reassured smile to cross her kissers, eyes lighting up again. "I'll follow you," she murmured. There were obviously deeper implications in her words although she might never realize it. She would always follow him.

Glancing back to her brother and father, she gave a quiet whuffle. She was happy to see them, although she was not impulsed to run to them. They were as her mother - they existed but had never been real to her. Joker was real, and she would stay at his side. They did not seem so bothered by this idea though, and it allowed her mind to rest easily. Things would be just fine. She was not her mother, and he was not Hannibal. That would be enough.