HERE YOU GO BENNY | open, dropping corpses? | YOUR DAUGHTERS ARE BACK

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][sup]Depositing the corpses of Benedict's daughters, Sweetsilence and Frappuccinopaw on the territory, the elk would pivot and leave. They'd been impaled, both of them covered in blood, and the younger of the two's skull had been crushed. Gruesome.



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    [glow=black,2,300]MARTINFREEMAN[/glow] || 22 MOONS || WINDCLAN || DIFFICULT

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; opacity: .90; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;]What the actual f*ck. Benedict hadn't told him a single thing about their daughters. Martin had just assumed they had already died. He hadn't expected to see them again. Not like this. The muscular male point burst forward, his baby blue optics growing darker as they focused in on his little girls. [/fancypost]
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    Spock ran a tongue over his bottom lip as he approached the scene. His hazel eyes flickered across the corpses of Benedict's daughters.


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    [glow=black,2,300]MARTINFREEMAN[/glow] || 22 MOONS || WINDCLAN || DIFFICULT

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; opacity: .90; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #000000;]The cream point slumped on the ground beside his two daughters, his cream point frame shaking slightly. "Can you go get Benedict?" asked Martin softly, not turning to see who it was behind him. The serval leader seemed to find little depression in their childrens' death but he deserved to be notified. And Martin needed someone there. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt]"Aw, that looks..... nasty." Infernokit exclaimed, setting a disgusted look on his face. But his eyes, they looked hungry. Hungry for some of that action. Bloodclanners had been doing this, it looked great, but he couldn't do this to his own home, could he?