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    RHEON

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    THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#0f0f0f; borderwidth=0px; width: 490px; max-height:; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px][size=11pt]It had been some time since he had visited the mountains but he had prepared a lovely present for the WindClanners. On one of the trees by the borders was decorated for them, as if for Christmas, but no, it was too late for that and it wasn't Christmas ornaments, but dozens and dozens of limbs. Limbs stripped clean of skin and torsos, glistening in the weak winter sun, along with the occasional head. All nailed up and impaled on the branches of windburnt tree. Four skins of a brown tabby with white hung from the branches, snapping and swaying to the whims of the mountain wind. The trees were strangely absent of flies, but along with the tree were a dozen carrion birds--crows, shrikes, ravens, all standing and watching.


    The smell was very distinct for the right person. The murderer had not even thought to hide his scent.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#010000; width: 488px; height; 10px]WELL WE'RE IN FOR A LOVELY EVENING[align=center]
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    Oh, oh this was lovely. Will stared at the tree, gaping as his heart rate picked up. Oh how lovely this was. But most importantly, it was murder. The detective made a very giddy noise in the back of his throat.
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    [color=transparent] #wcactivitywill

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs7…d89vhi9.jpg);bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 470px;][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px;][justify][size=7pt]Polarispride was not the right person. However, intensified by super senses, the smell was enough to send him gagging into a nearby clump of snow. If he’d seen, he would have guessed what had happened—there was only one murderer who troubled himself with skinning his victims, though Ris knew nothing else about him and certainly couldn’t figure out who was doing this. The previous murders, especially the calico and the serval, had stuck in his head. However, he didn’t have a visual, and now would be a horribly inconvenient moment for his sight to return.


    Once he recovered, the Siamese forced himself closer to the stench. Thank goodness the various body parts were hanging; he would have stepped on one otherwise. ”S-shit. What happened?” This question was addressed to anyone who happened to be in the area; StarClan obviously wasn’t going to clear anything up for him, and getting a somewhat accurate mental picture from someone else would be better than trying to imagine it for himself.


    [align=center][size=7pt][color=gray]information — powers — [abbr=blue point Siamese (♀); snow leopard (♀), cream classic tabby (♂), lion-sized welsh green dragon (♀; shapeshifting only)]bodies[/abbr] — [abbr=medium easy ★ no kill ★ ask for capture ★ injury allowed ★ attack in slateblue ★ bisexual, panromantic ★ speaks in bold, thinks in italics]interaction[/abbr] — [abbr=npc & npc ★ engaged to Beartooth ★ member of the ethereals, the exalted, and the mystics ★ tag #seekingpolaris]other[/abbr][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
    [color=transparent] #seekingpolaris #polariswc #etherealrissie

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    The calico arrived on the scene, her eyes snapping to attention. Honestly it was almost at this point common practice for her to try to see if the murderer was who she thought. That had helped Finn, for a moment, when he'd done his own flaying. It had dredged up memories of a different creature. This creature.


    It made her afraid, but more than anything, it made her angry. She was dead. She couldn't be hurt. But she was afraid for Wingspan, and not only for what the culprit might do, but how this latest set of crucifixes would be borne by her already over-weared dam. Her belly, insubstantial as ever, was nevertheless knotted with dread, anxiety clearly radiated off the she-cat, as well as a quiet burning rage, however less evident.


    Brown and white. Brown and white. A shame it wasn't green and red. Then an argument for some sort of sick festive creature could at least be made. But that was not the case. He was a monster. She tried not to wonder where he had found all the look-alikes from, and how much time he spent finding just the right innocents to lay to waste, and how much fun he must have if he chose to do this instead of killing his actual victims. Why could he not leave them alone?


    "Take them down. Quickly." She ordered, as though she had all the authority in the world, as if she were leader instead of Lilystar. She could not help herself, her immaterial paw to slide right through the corpses in question. Rhymepaw did not want her mother to see this. Rhy was older now, and it was her turn to protect Wingspan, instead of the other way around. She had lost too much and Rhy owed her, since she was dying anyway.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Corpses. Or, rather, parts of them, not truly a whole. How wonderful -- Bouncekit looked to them with an expression unknown behind the mask, and thus his outward demeanour remained as hidden and the same as always, even as he came to bunny hop over, standing beside Will, the albino frog perched on his head, its exhales matched with his occasional stumble. This was... Not the usual sight, he supposed, but nonetheless, it was a sight, and Bouncekit took it in, eyes flickering beneath the mask.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]At the shriek, Bouncekit turned, looking to Kanzaspaw. He gave a soft hum. "I didn't think hell was holy," he said softly, before turning back to the graphic scene and falling silent again. A lump settled in his throat, and he couldn't gulp it down, but he supposed it merely meant he wasn't meant to speak.
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    All of this just made the pup want to throw up all her lunch she ahd eaten earlier that day. Not one to even being able to stand seeing blood this scene had reached up to an completly different level. Limps, hanging from a tree that even was skinned. Feeling dizzy her legs just couldn't take it and fall to the ground, on her stomach. The smell was horrible. The sight was horrible. Everything of it was just to much. Eternal simple looked away not being able to seen it any longer and shut her eyes tightly.


    Who could do something like this?.


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    [align=center][color=black]© dusty ♡[color=black]
    #dustylooky


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    [size=28pt]DESOLATEDKIT SMAUG♦[/size]


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    Desolatedkit approached the scene, his golden eyes narrowed in anger as he stared at the tree of hanging limps and pelts from the tree. With a growl, he shifted into his fanged and winged komodo dragon body, and, flicking away some of the pesky birds, flew up to one of the branches and snapped his jaws shut on one of the brown tabby and white skins, shook it until it was free and let it drop to the ground. "Some people are disgusting creatures with their psychological warfare." He commented, his nostrils twitching at the rank stench radiating from the tree.
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    [align=center][sup]vinny.