Sorry this is short. I've had a very stressful 2 weeks

This didn't update so I'm trying to repost

The mass is dumped, unceremoniously, onto the cement flooring of the creature's cage. A white coat floats along the created undraft as the man swings his foot into the creature's side, skidding it back with the force as he tcks in frustration. A soundless wheeze escaped the body in an airy whistle across the rising wind created by the scientist swift movement towards her crippled form against the wall.

"Get up you creature. Do you think you're smart?," He hisses. "You're not worth the material we wasted on you. Where's your orb?" A hand curls in Asvoria's hair and reels her head back, icy eyes slitting open to peer at him, glowing in the dark. "Do you not understand?" The man stresses as his voice breaks. "What I've given to create you?"

Asvoria swallows as her face is pulled closer to the mad man's. Her pupils quiver in their slitted form as she twists her head away in the little space provided. Her nose scrunches at the toxic magic bubbling off the skin, rotten in smell like decaying meat.

"You were suppose to be perfect."

Spots flare through Ria's vision as her head throbs when it is slammed against the wall. Air sputters from her mouth as the child curls inward, protecting her pulsating rib cage. Her chest heaves spasmodically with the twinkling pain, condensed packets of air filling her lungs. The kitsune wretches as a needle embeds itself into her neck, heavy syrup forced into her veins with a burning sting. A numb tingle follows its circulation, muscles forcibly loosening with the flow and causes the body to limply slump against the floor.

"I'll find a way to control you, orb or no," He drawls and crunched the metal of the shock chip the girl had torn from her neck under his leather shoe. "You will be the perfection," The airy voice warned and hiccups over the incoming breath. "Even if I have to tear away your skin and rebuild from the chromosomes up. I'll just rewire and stitch the damaged back together." Lips pull into a manic grin and, despite her paralysis Ria scoots further against the wall. "Won't that be fun? I'm sure the others would donate towards your cause. Imagine it."

Blue eyes roll toward the ceiling, pupils wide and irises absorbed by the darkness. They roll to the side, meet with the icy blue shrinking in their own orbs. The man thrusts his arms out.

"Yes! Imagine it! A kitsune with black feathered wings, the studded tail of a manticore!" The scientist pivots and rushes back over to his creation, grasps its shoulders and shakes it with vigor. "Future sight of the dodomeki, the necrosis eyes of a basilisk, ability to cast judgement at a glance, a siren song. You would be my ultimate soldier." A hand gingerly stroke along the child's cheek, pushing the tear dribbling down the expanse of skin away. "We'll just fix you up. Rid you of this silly humanity. You will be my angel of death, the final judgement for the bastards that walk this earth, my carnifex iudicium."

A communication device in the pocket of the man's lab coat buzzes amongst the stale silence. Clammy hands remove themselves from Ria's face and remove the device.

"What?" He demands harshly as he steps away from the girl huddled in the corner.

"Sir, the other ones are getting unruly. Tranquilizers are proving uneffected. Your assistance is required."

"I'm coming." The man's blue eyes slide over to the child. "Your predecessors are causing trouble. What do you thing will work more? Should I undo all their DNA and leave their remains to fade to dust, or do you think you can reign them in, my carnifex."

"Leave 'em alone. Please," Ria mutters.

"Well, since you asked nicely and you are my carnifex, I'll say you asked them to behave. You should eat your next meal, you go into surgery tonight."

The door to the enclosure bangs shut as it thuds close. Ria struggles to move, her splayed limbs slowly crawling beneath her to force her body to the side in a lying position. Her icy blue eyes lock on the phantasmal darkness leftover from the man's insanity. A lip curls back in malice as it shifts, the illusion of a face turning towards her.

"What are you?" The kitsune demands lowly, barely above a whisper.

Cadger…

There was no sound, just the brush of air against her skin and the sensation of pressure pushing at her numbed senses. The words echo ominously in her consciousness.

Cadger… The kitsune's diminished instinct flares at the word. DNA thrums and processes. Cadger, Ria ponders the word. To obtain by opposing on others, to beg, to take without intent to repay. Her brows furrowed, lips pursing around her feigned definition; to strip and leave nothing behind.

Asvoria presses against the wall, attempting to embed herself in the concrete. Her instinct screams and her muted muscles quiver as they cower from the shadow. Ria growls, throaty and scared.

The mirage shifts to one side, passively regarding the creature huddled in the corner. It turns its back, slipping under the miniscule crack of the door, back to its host.

The growl terminates, claws sheathing back into human nails as muscles uncoil. Exhausted.

The princess of Fiore glances around the observation room, finding it dead and musty of stale cologne and cheap coffee. The two Garou Knights following her enter after, eyes focusing on the child behind the glass. Hisui places a hand to the glass, covering Ria's unconscious form as her eyes advert away.

"She doesn't have much time," The young heir sighs and pushes her free hand through her jade locks. "What's the report?"

"Fairy Tail's been quiet," Kamika answers. Her voice lags in suspicion. "Quieter than normal."

"Too quiet you mean," Cosmo huffs. "Perhaps they just know a lost cause when they see one."

"As if, half that guild is nothing but lost causes," Kamika jeers and fiddles with a piece of white paper between her fingers. "What guild has S-Class aristocrats mingle with mages who can barely conjure on spell?" The dark haired girl sets her eyes on the child passed out against the wall, silver hair shining under the low fluorescent. "They're going to kill this girl."

Hisui startles, royal fabric shifting as she flinches and sharply looks over her shoulder. Her eyes stare widely.

"What?" The words released are airy, unbelieving.

"Kamika's right Princess. She's going to be dead by morning." Cosmo quips with an odd singsong.

"But- but, they wouldn't kill her! They need her! She's the one that-"

"Breathing and living aren't the same thing Princess, even the flowers continue to breath once their stems have been cut, but they die the moment one cuts the stem," Cosmo elaborates and fiddles with a strand of her hair. "It's only a matter of time…"

On que the door to the cage creaks open, two scientist in lab coats swiftly making their way inside. A man nervously fiddles with the nosepiece of his glasses, averting his eyes when his female coworker implants a needle into the child's neck, another drug circulating through the girl's system. He lifts the child, following his fellow employee out the door, arms tightening slightly around the girl as he slumps through the girl.

"I-It wasn't supposed to be tonight," The princess wails quietly in a whisper. "Get me a communication lacrima," She demands as she storms for the stairwell.

Minerva idly fiddles with her long black strands, nails protruding from the locks of abyssal blackness. Her free hand taps languidly against the wooden table she perched on, a yawn filtering from her mouth as her eyes flickered up to the window of the basement. A whistle of wind blows through, fluttering the candle light.

She watches Mirajane out of the corner of her eye. The platinum clutches the small orb close to her face, curve of her hands brushing her forehead as she mumbles soft prayers to the sphere. The fingers tighten, skin turning a paler white with the force, and the model's chest heaves with heavy breath.

"You have to get her out of here!"

The princess' voice is staticy and distant, the words click in and out due to distance between lacrima. Lucy and Levy huddle around the lacrima orb, scouring over holographic maps and using light pens as they debated routes. Laxus supervised, tcking at suggestions and glaring at deemed time consumers.

"It's going to be too late," Lucy muttered, defeated. "Even if we leave right now, they already have her in- whatever they're doing."

"Doesn't matter Cheerleader," Laxus growls. "I'm gettin' my Dollface back and then, whatever they did to her, I'll do somethin' worse. Right Demon? Mirajane."

"I don't care anymore," Mira mutters against the sphere. A dark purple blights her daughter's orb and she bites her lip to dam her sob. "I just want my daughter back."

Eyes advert as her voice cracks and she brings the kitsune orb to her lips, a kiss against the surface. The mother pushes her magic against it, the blight receding slightly before pushing forward the moment Mira's magic fades.

The blue eyes set determinedly, hands aglow as she pours magic into the orb and pushes the negative blotch back. Her brows purse worryingly, the dark magic cold and biting. Muscles tense and eyes dart over a pale shoulder.

"Remember, as long as you have that, they can only do so much," Levy smiles bittersweet. "You hold the heart of her soul after all. A star ball is a kitsune's most precious item, a warm glow of their inner fire."