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Gull It is funny, the power a girl not much older than Brigand holds over you in this moment of silence. So hungry are you for information that the time the girl takes to think feels like one eternity stacked on another, stretching onward indefinitely: a pregnant pause that is never to give birth. The need for answers has intensified to the point that it’s physical, gnawing at your insides and shooting through your muscles. Your hooves do not move, but you find yourself somehow straining forward, as if some strange force is simultaneously compelling you both towards her and away. You are trembling slightly, but this shiver has nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with anticipation. What does she know? Has she seen the killer? Is he near? Your mind races even as you wait for her with bated, raspy breath. But when she finally speaks, your ears fall flat. “I saw blood a couple kilometers south from here…” lisps the childish voice, and your breath releases in a phlegmy woosh. However it is not relief in your exhale, but disgust. She saw blood a few kilometers from here? So had you—at the murder scene. What a tip this had turned out to be. Your neck angles away from the girl in disappointment and frustration. “No kidding, girlie,” you wheeze, less than pleased with her revelation. “I’ve just come from there myself—trying to find the one that did it.” Refolding your wings along your back impatiently, you shift your weight, considering your options. Would it be worth it to pursue the winding tunnels beyond, or would it greater serve your purpose to try a different direction completely? If the girl hadn’t seen anything here…but then again, she was fairly useless, wasn’t she? Unable to conceal your bitterness, you huff into the frigid air, the steam creating a thin veil between you. “Is that all, then?” you ask abruptly, then turning to leave. If no one had come this way, then you had no time to spare for idle chitchat and frightened children. OOC: Gull's out and this is CLOSED c: Thanks for un-archiving admin! trouble just grew wings |
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