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11-14-2014, 11:11 PM
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The multicolored bitch had disappeared. How. Fucking. Reliable. Thing was, Varath couldn't really say he was angry because the one who'd replaced her? She looked familiar. She had the markings of family. Phantom, her name was, and Varath wanted some moments alone with her to press for information. He'd learn what he wanted to know, one way or another. As it was, he was keeping alert to spot anything that might be useful for their little quadriped quadrangle of warped justice, and wasn't that nice? It seemed he'd found something. He didn't notice the blood at first because, fucking hell, Vadim was standing right there. A tightness gripped his chest and Varath's eyes narrowed, looking at his sibling. Vadim. Where have you been? The separation from his brother was...not a pleasant feeling, but there was little he could do about it now. His eyes flicked down to see the blood, and followed it to its source. Another dead body. She looked strong, like she put up a fight. The wounds weren't clean...in more than one sense. Death having little impact on him, the young stallion moved close and inspected the wounds, sniffing to see if he could note anything else of importance. No particular scent. Only sand in the wounds, and ragged wound beds. Interesting. So black hair, and sand. A frown painted his scarred face. Dragon's Throat was the main suspect so far, or perhaps World's Edge. Eyes meeting his brother's for just a moment, Varath quickly left, saying nothing to anyone present. He listened, and absorbed that this was Ailith, and she was dead, with sand in her jagged wounds. Excellent. He would report this to his brethren - and sister - in arms in this whole shadowy situation. They would be pleased to know of his discoveries. "talk talk talk" The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen...and Phantom -Varath -Ulrik -Deodat -Phantom On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero |
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