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Reseda curled her lip at Pride's response but was too furious to even respond. The pebble clattering away didn't even catch her attention. However, the crackling of sparks did. She whipped around and came face to face with Reign who was slowly advancing, a snarl etched on his face. The edge of her mouth twitched into a strangely twisted smile. "Oh, I've made you angry too, Reign. Don't bother, I'm not foolish enough to start a fight now. But you might want to reconsider the direction of your paws." As the headeache wore away, she finally began to regain some of her senses. She could not directly tell Reign that he should reconsider following Envy, for surely the weasel would never let anyone take their place, so she instead tried to twist the words around.
She looked towards Envy now and took a small step forward so that she was looming over them. Her expression was calming, slowly but surely as the alien emotions finally began to drift into memory. She wasn't fully herself yet but she was at least beyond uncontrollable anger. For a moment she simply stared at Envy with her dark unblinking eyes before baring her teeth in a mock smile. "Of course, I would be nothing without you. We would be nothing without you. But it is arrogant of you to assume that I named Pride. Or Lust. You may have given me a small help in my time of need but you have as much control over this group as you do over Blackbery and her family. Pride may follow you blindly but your truth will come out soon."
She narrowed her eyes and stepped away, relaxing her muscles as she waited for Pride to leave with the hybrid. But it seemed that it wasn't over just yet.
Baneberry's words simply rolled over her and she barely reacted besides a small cock of her head. "You do that," she whispered softly, not ready for the spell that she had cast upon her. She felt a small jolt and she at first assumed that one of Reign's sparks had touched her and she passed it off as nothing. However, she suddenly began to feel very weak. Weaker then she had felt in a long time. As if the magic was being drained from her body. She flinched with surprise and looking around, as if looking for the source of this sudden drop in power but there was nothing and nobody else seemed to be reacting. A pressure formed around her head and a familiar sensation. Fear. It was closing in on her, followed by something she had hoped she would never feel again. She felt wrong, unnatural, empty and hollow, hyper aware of her own cold heart for just a moment. And a face flitted in front of her vision, a face that had haunted her dreams and she had forgotten in her waking hours. The dark creature...it was here.
She snarled and stepped away, her eyes widening with horror. "W-what is this...how is this possible..." As the Dreamstalked came closer, its claws extended forward, Reseda roared. "Don't! Come! Closer!" She lashed forward but as her claws struck, the creature disappeared and Reseda was left with her sense of powerless, nothingness, and fear.
She looked down at her claws. What had just happened?! It couldn't be here, it was destroyed. She had watched it be destroyed. And how was she feeling again? How?
And when she looked up she saw Baneberry and her rage returned in full boil. She had done this. She had somehow cause this to happen. "YOU!" she roared. "How DARE you cloud my mind with your twisted magic! You've forgotten that you're only alive because we allow you to be. You are nothing, you fool, NOTHING! You'll pay dearly for that trick! I don't care what the others say, I give no second chances!"
With a violence she had never before shown in her magic, she forced a series of images towards Baneberry, some fabricated and some horribly twisted versions of reality. Blueberry rearing and roaring, his eyes blank with rage. He was screaming with pain from a terrible wound in his side. His blood was staining the rocks around him. But it wasn't just his blood. It was Blackberry's too. The goose lay near her mate, eyes blank and beak cracked open. And her entire neck seemed to be disconnected from her body. Jayberry was there too, her black pelt almost all torn off. What was left was stained red and her face was twisted in rage and fear, her last snarl still on her face and in her dead eyes. And Huckleberry, tears still rolling down his blood-soaked face. His gem had been gouged right out of his head and his wings were just blood messes. There were screams, so many screams, so many voices ringing through the darkness. The blood that pooled rippled from the noise and Baneberry was falling in the blood, the blood soaked her skin, it was in her mouth, in her eyes, she was drowning in the remains of her family laying around her.