Raschen sat quietly as Jax spoke, eyeing the Hase with a bit of a confused yet agreeing gaze. Taryn had been through so much. So much more than he would have ever wished of her. He just wanted a moment's peace to be with her and fulfill his duties as a mate without the weight of the world and its set in stone perceptions coming down on them because of their choice in partner. His ears flicked some at a distant cry but he could barely make it out of the Hase's words. He took a fleeting breath when Jax had finished, his emerald gaze wandering to the bemused crimson of his mother's eyes. Those eyes had been cause for fear in many.<br/><br/>Her 'Talent' or as the warren knew it: "Magick" was one to give meaning to terror. Her title as "bloodmancer" was well known, though her true abilities were purposefully kept secret from those who had not yet been born during the the civil wars in the past. This was to allow imagination to raise her on a pedestal in the eyes of the Warren simply through speculation on what power she could possibly possess that would earn her such a title. Raschen had only witnessed her abilities once...and once had been more than enough. It was during the same war that had taken Raschen's father and awoken his magicks that bent the earth to his whims. His mind wandered to that day as he gazed into the pools of blood that made up hi mother's eye.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>"Father!!!!!" screamed Raschen, his small cub form emanating thick green mist an his eyes glown phosphorous. The earth buckled and ripped apart as his weeping cries, giving alarm to the incoming Hyane troops.<br/><br/>Blitzkrieg growled, thrusting his spear forward in the cubs direction. "He mustn't use his magicks any farther! I care not that he is but a cub! End him!" Roared the, then still young Fuhrer.<br/><br/>His soldiers responded without a moment's hesitation, surrounding the cub that stood in place and wept, the grounds around him shaking and cracking. He was unaware of the soldiers that surrounded him. There was a gasp of surprise as a woman swept past them, her lithe, voluptuous form wrapped tightly in silks, her mane of black sweeping at her heels.<br/><br/>"This be no place for a woman! Get away, Wench! We have business with this freak child!" roared the captain of the troop that had surrounded Raschen.<br/><br/>The sultry tone of her voice left her young lips with what was half a smirk and half a snarl.<br/><br/>"This 'freak' is my son....heir to the badge of the man your fuhrer has so stupidly killed". her soft shape kneelt down, slowly scooping the weeping cub into her arms, her paws so gentle as they stroked through the fur of his tuft and budding mane.<br/><br/>"Shhh...mother is here little one....calm....sleep.." She whispered as her crimson gaze glew, the cubs blood sugar slowly reaching its median and pressure lowered at her touch, endorphin and dopamine pouring into the little one's system, weighing Raschen's eyes and calming his frightened weepings. He would only release a soft whimper more before his head fell, half asleep against his mother's shoulder. She smiled warmly, gently resting him into the arms of her attendant who knew what was to come. As the young nurse slipped away with Raschen at her shoulder, he would gaze sleepily over her shoulder at his mother who had shifted her gaze to the Hyane Storm troopers.<br/><br/>"Now...there is the matter of your crimes against his father, My husband and your evil intent to harm but a cub...I can tolerate war...it is a natural part of this land but to turn your blades on a little one is unacceptable....to turn your blades on MY child...is unforgivable.." he hissed, her glowing red gaze wandering to the eyes of each confused warrior.<br/><br/>The captain could only laugh. Who was this wench to speak to them so freely. He nodded to a soldier near him who huffed and lunged at her. "Shut your blathering hole, bit---!!!" His words were cut short. He had been the unlucky soul to be first to rise against her. He could only shake as an unfathomable pain began to pour through him, the whites of his eyes quickly going red as he met the woman's gaze.<br/><br/>"wh....wh...what..." He only managed this before blood poured from his muzzle, nostrils and eyes.<br/><br/>She smiled and tilted her head slowly. "Blood is a vital essence...it fills you...it makes you...it heals you when you're broken....but...that strength...I make your weakness." She looked into the blood streaming eyes of her first victim, her ears raising to his screams that suddenly erupted from his muzzle as every blood vessel and artery in his body was split open at one time, bursting from his veins and showering both his comrades and his killer in the viscera. She smiled slowly as his desecrated body fell to the ashy sands at her feet, her gaze wandering to the others.<br/><br/>The last image little Raschen observed before sleep had taken him was a fountain of blood and flesh as the entire troop was ripped apart from the inside out and his blood soaked mother turnig back toward the camp and returning with almost a saunter, smiling to her little one who smiled back over his nurse's shoulder before passing out.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>His ears flicked as he was brought back to reality by familiar cries, his eyes darting to the entrance as Loz pulled both Lily and a weak Taryn through into the altar, ripping away Taryn's cloak to show her stomach.<br/><br/>"Brother has been busy..." he mrowled with a wicked chuckle.