The hybrid's mismatched eyes widened and, despite herself, she snarled back, "You didn't raise me at all!" despite knowing how much of a bad idea that was.

Mother lunged forward again, and she whimpered, "Please!" flattening her wing against her sides as Mother's fangs snapped shut far too close to the translucent feathers of her wings. "Mama!"

Round: 3/5
Attempt: Cower down
Defense: Cowering
Injuries: Torn open face, missing ear

'You didn't raise me.'

Jayberry's eyes widened, and she snarled. "You pathetic, worthless shit! I shouldn't have wasted my Magic on you, should have crushed that little bird's stone when I tore it out!" she spat, growling in frustration as her teeth snapped shut on nothing but air.

'Mama!'

"Don't call me that!" she roared, "You're not my daughter any more! If you love that Cat so much, you're his daughter then!" lunging forward, her teeth clenched shut on Yew's fragile wing.

Round: 4/5
Attempt: Bite her wing
Defense:
Injuries: Incorrectly healed leg, incorrectly healed ribs, healing lung, burn scars

'You're not my daughter any more!'

She should have been happy. Already, she had claimed to have severed her ties to the scattered Bloodberries, announced her loyalties to the Kingdom. But it still hurt, to hear that Mother wished she had never hatched, that she had never been created. It tore at her heart, made her want to run to Mercurius, curl up against his side and sleep for Cycles.

And then Mother's teeth were in her wing, and she screamed. Birds took flight, and Lessers scattered, running away. The sound echoed through Eridanus, and she jerked back without thinking, howling again as a chunk of her wing was torn free, left behind in Mother's teeth.

Round: 4/5
Attempt: Jerk free
Defense:
Injuries: Torn open face, missing ear

The hybrid's wing tore satisfyingly beneath Jayberry's teeth, and her blood sang at Yew's scream. It had been ages since she had had a true fight, and this was the most fun she had had in ages--even if it was against her daughter.

Yew jolted back, and Jayberry snarled, lunging forward to follow. But she staggered, her leg not letting her move as fast or as far as she would have wanted, and she wasn't able to get her teeth in.

Round: 5/5
Attempt: Grab her wing and shake
Defense:
Injuries: Incorrectly healed leg, incorrectly healed ribs, healing lung, burn scars

Yew staggered back, whimpering quietly, begging "Mama, mama please I'm sorry I'm sorry but I couldn't do it anymore I'm so sorry."

But Mother continued to lunge, and the hummingwolf balked backwards, her paw catching on a tree root. She went crashing to the ground, eyes wide with terror, and gasping "Please, Mama, NO!"

Round: 5/5
Attempt: Get some distance!
Defense:
Injuries: Torn open face, missing ear, torn wing

Character: Jayberry Age: +13 (13 Cycles) Magic Level: +3 (Pupil) ROUND 1 Attempt: +9 Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: +6 Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: +3 Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +9 Penalties: - ROUND 5 Attempt: +6 Penalties: - Total: 37

Character: Yew Age: +8 (8 Cycles) Magic Level: +1 (Fledgling) ROUND 1 Attempt: +1 Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: +8 Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: +17 Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +10 Penalties: - ROUND 5 Attempt: +19 Penalties: - Total: 64

WINNER: Yew

@Jayberry

Albeon pretty much moved about groggily, his scarf being dragged along on the grassy ground lifelessly, some weight to the golden fabric via the fluid from the temporary chrysalis he must have been sealed away into for some long term hibernation. It's so damn weird, you never have a clue when it happens at times, it's like lying down for one damned second only to find you went sleep for a whole day, and you never do figure out about falling into slumber until you wake up.

Still, Albeon wishes a little to be still sleeping right now, he sure as hell didn't feel like he had been sleeping. Quite the opposite truthfully, more like a little drained and lethargic right now, something like a damned battery getting charged for hours only to find it only has fifteen percent power on it, which is just such bullshit. Whoever made it so, on how it feels like Albeon has been, running on no sleep for as long as whatever ass long he has been hibernating, and dealing with something like jet lag when it should be the other around, can fight him, face-to-face goddamnit.

Though as Albeon walked on his ears caught some noises in the background, no clue what but damn they are annoying him just ughhhhh come onnnn. But as those noises got much clearer, he could perceive what words are said, and its context made Albeon's feeling like crap and tiredness, wash away off him like water running down like dewdrops from a waterproof leaf. High alertness and concentration took over this once mentally exhausted brain, as the hippogriff with panic tries his damndest to locate where all this noise was. One voice, which was shrieking such hateful words sounded a little familiar, but he can't put a talon on where, why and how it does to him.

Still the words coming from this familiar voice which seems to be responding to a... child begging its mother about something with such a scared voice. Those words... They were disgusting to listen to; so horrible... To say such things to their child, such as they are seemingly admitting to killing a Gembound this child was once and saying wishing they were never born, all over how it got told the truth on how they supposedly didn't raise their child. Albeon is aware he shouldn't assume there, but if this is how they react to this line... he can surely say it is likely the case here.

Saying with such scorn about someone who maybe has treated their child better can go be their parent now. Wow... What a childish asshole... get the FUCK over it asshole! That's it! Albeon is not gonna sit back and let this 'Stone Donor' of a so-called 'parent' do this to their very own child damnit!

Now galloping at full speed, Albeon's scarf now picking up momentum from this wind picking up from how fast he's going, like a single contrail which is gold and blue at the tip, also suppose like a fire which a tiny colour in yellow at the flame's tip.

Albeon skidded to a stop as he caught some blur in two majorly different colours, one with a shape which did like their hateful voice, seemed familiar. Canine, dark coat, but only two eyes, which are gold like his, which pisses him off a bit more over how this asshole has any similar qualities to him. The other was canine too, maybe, but appeared similar to Albeon himself with technically being a six-limbed creature like himself, having four legs and a pair of wings. The child had such a scared expression as this psycho bitch of a so-called mother lunges at their very own child with murder in their eyes, paying no heed or maybe even enjoying their screams of agony and pleading to stop as they got cornered from a tree root.

Albeon wasted no damn time, now or never! Psycho bitch here staggered for one second, moving about like some insane zombie with rabies. All this gave the corvid his chance, as Albeon flapped both his wings with one powerful stroke against the ground to make for a big leap and landed right between the two. Albeon whirled his whole body around when landing, so his face was to the child, his scarf likely batting at the psycho's nose which may cause a good enough distraction. Rearing both his equine legs up like a compressed spring and bucked them right at this 'Stone Donor's' face, maybe even eyes if we're lucky here.

Tags: @Jayberry @Yewberry
Side Notes: N/A

"Hey Yours Truly Albeon Speaking."

'Mama, NO!'

Jayberry's ears twitched and, for a moment, she faltered.

Yewberry was a pup again, little more than a ball of pinfeathers that stood up every which way. They were sparring, the little pup flinging herself against Jayberry's legs fruitlessly.

'Mama, NO!'

Yewberry was small, but not that small, molting her baby feathers. They were laying in the nest, Jayberry rumbling low as she licked and licked and licked, clumps of loose feathers coming free with each lick. But she couldn't get all of them, and Yewberry was giggling at her Mother's obvious frustration.

'Mama, NO!'

Yewberry was fully grown, and they were facing off. Her pup was mouthing off, speaking out against Mother, and then they were attacking each-other. Blood and feathers and fur was flying, and she was breaking the one major tenant, that they were to never harm family.

'Mama, NO!'

Jayberry stopped, ears flattening, and stepped back. Just for a moment, she felt clarity--'What am I doing‽' thick fur flattening against her skin in shame.

And then she lost any of the clarity she had gained as something flew for her eyes, rage flooding through her veins. She whirled with a roar, lunging and snapping her fangs, not recognizing Albeon as anything more than a threat.

Yew cowered down, bracing herself. She hurt, and Mother had already shown she would show her no mercy. Mother had broken the Rule, never hurt family. She was going to kill her, wasn't she?

The hybrid closed her eyes, preparing to find herself dead--would Rift care? Sebastian? Enka, Mercurius? She was just dead weight to them, a walking, talking reminder of a dark spot in their history.

Hopefully Mother would make it quick. But she had seen Mother hunt, and knew it was not likely.

Something was running towards them, and despite herself she hoped it was Enka, or Uncle Huckleberry. It sounded like hooves, but was too small to be Uncle Huckle. But why would Enka come to help her? As they charged at Mother, and she heard Mother roar, she thrashed, closing her eyes and looking away, attempting to kick her leg free of the tree-root. But it held fast, and she panted, shivering violently as she continued to fight.

@Albeon

Oh goddamnit, of course, he fucking misses even hitting their face. Come on, why does nothing ever work when he needs it to be, but when things aren't as essential things work two hundred percent well, and it isn't needed at all? For one damn thing, where would a damn backflip for needing to climb up a cliff or boulder be essential in any plausible way? Stop giving himself a boost on the unnecessary stuff here if it is why, when he needs vital feats to happen, fall flat on his face like some metaphorical bitchslap to said head from whoever governs luck and fortune is called. If they even have a name, though their name is probably 'fickle asshole' if this is how they're gonna act here in not letting things be in his favour for performing an excellent service in stopping a psycho bitch from hurting their child.

Quickly whirling to his side as best as Albeon possibly can, as some way to use his whole body and wings as some kinda flesh shield, not a good idea as Albeon is only about the size of a fox but best he can do when a rabid wolf is lunging at you. They're pissed off even more right now, though they have no right to be over this, it only angers Albeon more how they got more enraged over how he stopped them from making a possible killing blow. Though with this poor kid's state here, it might not have been a killing blow they were going for, more like many long, drawn out combos of small but painful strikes, to ensure the kill will be a slow and painful one, like many red ants biting away the flesh. Either way, they're not happy how their attempt to kill here was a dud thanks to Albeon getting in their way.

This canine did seem familiar still, though it might only be on how their fur is a dark one and they're a psycho like some old enemy buried deep in his head, for all he is aware this supposed 'old enemy' might only be some monster he has met alone in his nightmares and isn't truly real. Still, it gives him some, and wow it makes him not like them more.

Still, despite all this, Albeon had to risk a glance behind to check whether or not the child 'Stone-Donor' attacked is hopefully not too severely injured to move by a broken leg or something. Can move their body fine it seems if it wasn't for the godforsaken root caught onto them and rendering them trapped, making them go into much more panic here. Luck on not on either side it seems, a cornered and stuck animal by a savage who is their mother no less.

Albeon tried one attempt when one eye could catch them from the corner and tried to bring his Magicka out as subtly as he can to hopefully help free them.

Sadly Albeon didn't have much time to decipher whether anything did work with his Magicka to help free this poor kid as the psycho was snapping at him in such a rapid manner like how a pissed off cat swats at someone with such velocity.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Albeon turned himself to fully face Jayberry now as he yells out at them with such an angry and accusing tone. His words will be some way to distract, and he genuinely wants to learn here. Doubts he'll be able to get any actual logical reasoning behind anything they will say but damn was he curious as to what goes through the mind of crazy bitches like this one to allow them to do things like this with no remorse, like they are in their right to do this when they are very much not.

Tags: @Jayberry @Yewberry
Side Notes: N/A

"Hey Yours Truly Albeon Speaking."