IC: Mischa, Child of Poseidon The Southern Fields, Alderaan Mischa was fast, for a Man Cub her age, but Raksha was simply faster. She had taken maybe ten steps when Raksha and Shere Khan collided with an almighty crash. Mischa stopped short, helpless and terrified - not Mom - and then Raksha went flying. She hit the ground in an unmoving heap. "No," Mischa whispered. And then there was no time for anything else, for suddenly Shere Khan was in front of her. Mischa stared up, up at the tyrant's huge form (he was taller than Akula) - at the shreds of flesh that hung from his talons (Mom!) - at the fire in his eyes, and the oddly amused look on his face as he looked down - Shere Khan snatched her up in one paw. Mischa was too stunned to react. It occurred to her to be afraid. That perhaps she had made a mistake. He roared, and Mischa smelt blood on his breath. She let out a strangled cry and shoved at a talon, struggling uselessly - but the Tyrant's grip was as hard as iron, and she was just a cub, really. Just a cub, just a cub - but a man cub, and that made all the difference. It occurred to her that she was about to die. "This is my galaxy," said Shere Khan at last. And then - TAG: Wing/None Well then: it's finally happened! *Crosses Fate #1 off the list* Yeah, Mischa was always going to die. And might I say it was mighty difficult to not blab that to anyone, but from the Hoopers reactions, it was worth it.