Kiri/Ju

[Oliver]

A sigh came from the demon hunter as he looked down at his purchase. He and his partner had gotten the lynx demon cheap off a group of witches, though it was too young at the moment to earn them much on the black market. In her demon form, the lynx demon only looked about seven years old, meaning in her lynx form she would be rather small yet, and her fur wouldn't bring much of a profit.

"Looks like it's taken a blow to the head..." The hunter's partner pointed out.

There was a bit of a gash on the demons head, though it was hidden by her hair. It had obvioulsy been bleeding rather badly shortly after what had caused the blow since blood was mixed into her brown locks and ran down her neck and onto the top of her shirt. At the moment her eyes were closed and she was unconcious.

"Looks like we'll have to clean it then..." The hunter sighed. They didn't want the blood to soil the soft lynx fur that normally would earn them a pretty penny.

An older, bigger lynx would get them better money and they were planning on perhaps keeping her locked up until she was big enough for them to harvest her coat, though if she died from the head wound it was no big loss. They would still get more money then what they'd payed for her.

The two hunters got to work, washing the blood from the small lynx. They didn't pay attention when it came to how they handled the wounded area, causing her to cry out. Their cares were not on how the lynx demon was feeling and if they hurt her it didn't matter. She was regaining consciousness a bit, but she didn't struggles much as they worked, seeming confuzed, dazed, and even a bit unresponsive towards what was going on. Once the demon hunters were finished, the lynx demon was thrown carelessly into a small cage and left there for the time being.

[Oliver]

The moment Kiri's body hit the cage, she let out a slight cry and curled herself into a tight ball. She was frightened, confused, and her head was killing her, throbbing intensly though she couldn't quite remember why. She didn't remember the Raven mannor, nor did she remember the thorn clan intruders that had come to take everyone away and thrown her against the wall. The memories of Ezra, Swiftfoot, Wren, Asha, Tristan, Joey, and Korbin were all hiding from her, leaving her with an empty feeling.

She drew a blank trying to remeber. Everything before waking up from the rough cleaning of the demon hunters was gone and this upset the small demon even more. She knew she wanted someone, she needed someone... She wanted her family, But just who her family was, she didn't know.

Kiri closed her mismatched eyes and whimpered loudly, tears coming to them. Her body felt weak and she was sick to her stomach. Droplettes began to fall down her cheeks as she lay on the cage floor, knowing that something bad was happening.

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[Oliver]

Eventually, the small lynx fell into the unconcious realm once more, her condition not improving much. Her throbbing head lay upon her arms like they were pillows and she was curled within the cage still. Every now and then she twitched slight, letting out a soft cry or whimper, maybe even muttering a name that she wouldn't remember when she woke up.

After some time the demon hunters left, leaving the small lynx in her cage as if she weren't even their at the moment. They'd heard of a fox demon snooping around and had decided to go track him down. They were unaware of the tragic mistake they were about to make.

For quite sometime the camp was quiet and still, occupied only by the unconcious lynx child, though in a moment it was soon to change. Shouts began to drift through the forest as crashing resounded amoung the trees. Something was coming towardst the camp at a fast pace; something that most deffinetly wasn't the demon hunters, though it was obvious they were behind it.

That something, was a demon. Fox like ears decorated the top of his head as orange hair hung in his face, a bit completely covering his left eye. A bushy dark orange colored tail with a white tip protruded from tan-brown pants, flicking irritably as he burst through the trees and stopped at the edge of the camp, grey eyes glancing around for a moment. A smirk came to his face as his scarf, colored the same as his pants except for dark gold markings, blew from a slight breeze.

"DAMN DEMON!" Came a yell from behind him, though apparently the owner of the voice was still a little ways behind.