The glaring light burned his eyes. Jinx couldn't see anything but the white nothingness that had sprung up in front of him.But it wasn't the intense glare that was the problem. It was the overwhelming urge to fly his manifested plane right into the center of it. The restless power inside of him pulled his paws, steering the plane towards inevitable death.It took everything Jinx had to pull the plane to the side, skidding through the sky away from the supernatural pull out to get him. He couldn't see anything at all with the white light still blinding him. But he heard the ripping sound of metal and felt the plane rock out of control.The wing was gone and he was fucked.He might have been blind, but Jinx could feel the plane tumbling through the air. It had to be plunging towards the ocean because that was what planes did when they crashed. They went down. Even planes made of Chaos magick.His eyesight was clearing, but Jinx wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse. Now he coul
Walking away from the mangled body of Nickel was the last thing Ink wanted to do. He was full of impotent rage and the Hare had been the only outlet available. Not that the nasty little bastard didn't deserve every last inch of it.But now, Ink needed to find his captain and lover. Priest was out there somewhere, injured or worse. Nickel seemed to think he had managed to kill the captain. Ink wasn't so sure. Priest was tough. He'd come close to death more than once but always managed to slip through its grasp. This would be no different. It couldn't. Not now that Ink was ready to stop being a fucking idiot.He wasn't able to use any of his magic to find Priest. They didn't have the Innehavre connection and the Mark Ink had put on him to track the damned fool wasn't responding. That meant it was damaged or Priest was dead. There was only one of those options Ink was OK with.Going out the same way that the escaping no-furs had taken, Ink was surprised to find the
"I can barely believe what I'm seeing, but yes, I see it."Bright was barely able to channel Doll's magick. It was made of so many warring energies. His Hare body - the most adept at aura work because he was a Bunny-type Hare - was glowing with pain as well as one... two... three... No, even more vastly different auric signatures. The question Doll had asked about the vision the no-fur was clearly seeing was an easy one to answer, not that Bright understood exactly what he was seeing.The form was huge and made of cosmic power but to the small yellow Hare, it had no discerniblefeature that made it one species or another.Was it coming from the Black-fur currently holding a swirling cage of chains and void at his command? No, this being was here for someone else. Bright would have scratched his ear in frustration but he had to settle for twitching it wildly because he dared not take his paws from Priest. He could feel the healing still trying to escape his
Stumbling across the deck of the largest ship, Jinx's senses were completely overwhelmed. He wasn't entirely sure which direction he was moving in.Between the new powers rolling around inside of him and the wild burst of Underworld aura, he was practically blind and deaf. And his nose was all but useless with all the burning boats, Demon carcasses, and dozens of unfamiliar Hares and toms. Even his connection to Lexi was hard to focus on.The only direction Jinx had that felt reliable at all was moving against the wave of Underworld Hex energy. That had to be Hades and if he could get to Hades, he could find the others. The no-furs were likely to be with him. Maybe Liam as well. Jinx was hoping Lexi was with the no-furs since he'd disappeared with them in the first place.Nearly tripping over a large Grey-fur laying in the middle of the deck, Jinx found himself in the middle of a clusterfuck. One he was almost certain was the fault of his best friend Hades. Of c
Nickel lay where Ink had left him to die. The fierce Hare was fairly certain the Marker had achieved his goal. Though he was no stranger to wounds or scars, his attacker had been more precise in his violence than most.Ink had known exactly where to rip and render flesh. Though his bites and slashes had seemed to come from the randomness of rage, the Marker had in fact destroyed most of Nickel's self-made sigils that gave him power and protection as he quietly mixed Hare Marker magick with what he learned from the pale Orangelo's work.The grizzled Grey-furred Hare had no way to call the healing power within the intricate pattern he'd created and he did not have anaturalaffinity with it.What did all the observation and espionage add up to now if he didn't get up and join his true "Captain" in the fight? Nickel had never been loyal to Priest. He was Agent's eyes and ears for this particular operation. His loyalty would always belong to his Master, th
The water was ice cold as it closed around Agent's broken body.He wasn't sinking as quickly as he thought he would. Or maybe it was just that moment before death when everything slowed down. He could feel his last conscious thoughts surfacing before the water filled his lungs. They were pleasant recollections of his youth spent under the care of Hares and much more horrible ones from when he had been an abused toy for the toms who ran the breeding ship he was born on.And yet, all of that faded as his mind settled on the tom he'd only known for... what? How long was it that he had known King?In this life, it had been a matter of days. But his heart said it had been a lifetime. And the part of him that was still Tricksy the Orangelo who'd become the Trickster god of Chaos, that part agreed they had been together since the beginning. King had been Tricksy's mate, his Innehavre,before they stepped out of their mortal lives and became avatars of cosmic power
Tarsi, in his butterfly form, surveyed what he could of the very messy situation before landing on Jinx's shoulder. Teaching a baby god did give him a little wiggle room. He could interfere within reason. The Fate knew how little Jinx knew and how ill-equipped he was for this.He also knew in his heart Jinx was ready to face his destiny if it meant saving his dearest ones."New God of Chaos, what you are intending to do is very delicate and will require you to fully engage your godsight. If you are ready to do so,I will show you the way.""That sounds better than me just winging it," Jinx said, his gratitude obvious in his voice. "Because I don't think there's enough luck left in this entire armada for what I'm about to attempt.""Yes, it isn't luck you need to work with right now but the skill set you already have that will be of greatest use. You have so much power and it will take centuries to understand it all. But as your sponsor, I also have t
Cradling his lover's head in his lap, Ink had no idea what was going on around him. All he was focused on was Priest and willing him to breathe. Every intake of air was a torment for him. The attempted healing had closed the wound in his chest, but Ink feared it had not finished the work inside Priest's body. Or maybe it was something else. Something more spiritual. Having grown up in the Orangelo way of life, Ink had been filled with stories about toms who were perfectly healthy in body but their spirits ached to leave their lives. Priest had not seemed like one of those toms to him, but Ink did not know about his life before they met. Neither of them talked of where they came from, their traumas, or anything too deeply serious from their pasts. There could be a million reasons why Priest would prefer to die that Ink had no knowledge of. So maybe it was selfish of Ink to lean over Priest, begging him to stay. Maybe he was the worst kind of selfish jerk to not want to let go of his