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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]The jet black stag was at the border of the territory, a bundle of items in front of him. They were all shoved into a sack and Rheon waited patiently. The newcomer bore no scent except for the stink of corruption from the scraps of flesh hanging from his antlers, courtesy of his butcher-bird flock that arrayed themselves among the tines. They shuffled and shifted on the branches and waited quietly with their master.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:140px; margin-left: -7pt; overflow:auto;][justify][size=7pt]"Name and business." Ew, he kind of smell weird. And she was pretty sure it was no imagination when she was looking at this deer creature. Nonetheless, she kept her comment back and waited for a response.

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    Death, gore, guts, and blood was nothing new to the Healer's nose; she dealt with it almost every day, be it because of her occupation or the lifestyle she had chosen for herself. Very rarely did the smell accompany a visitor to the Tribe's border, which was a major indicator for Annie that this odd-looking stag was most likely not a joiner. Quietly approaching the scene with a neutral expression, the clouded leopardess took a seat delicately alongside Wintercape, wrapping her long tail around her paws by reflex as her icy blue optics briefly flickered over the scraps of decaying flesh hanging from his antlers. Considering the flock of Butcherbirds hovering around him, that must have been their work; although the 'mysterious visitor with a gift' seemed fine with the fact that the birds had impaled their prey on his tines.
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    [justify][sup]As soon as Stargazer approached, he immediately wanted to turn right back around. This stranger didn't appear to be a peaceful joiner like those typically waiting at their borders — he didn't exactly seem hostile either though, which confused him. Perhaps a messenger from another group?


    Tentative, the cricket-winged tomcat wordlessly halted beside Wintercape and Annie, fixing his gaze on the ground so he didn't have to stare at the strange and slightly frightening stag before them.

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    The obvious smell of death and rotting flesh immediately brought a disapproving frown onto Darkwood's face. The butcher birds perching on the stag's antlers with their prey impaled on the sharper points made for a disturbing image, to say the least. However, since someone else there had already asked the inevitable question, the wolf supposed all he had to do was sit and wait to see what he wanted.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Azura stood beside Darkwood like a loyal dog, though her heart twisted and writhed inside her like a bound serpent. This guy looked like bad news, like the Vultures. This guy was bad news, she could feel it in the air, in the soup of auras and emotions. The white fox kept her body still, but inside, she was trembling. New people meant new possibilities, dangerous possibilities. If something went wrong with this guy, would she kill him too, extend her line of victims? Or would he get to her family first, killing them all before she...


    No. She had to stop thinking like this. It was weak. Unhealthy.


    The high marshall took a shallow, ragged breath and cleared her mind, She would just watch. She would not intervene.

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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]{you got it, Rakue :P


    "My name doesn't matter. But I've brought you a gift," the elk stag remarked. He gestured with a hoof to the bag of something he had in front of him. A raven in a nearby tree croaked and ruffled his feathers before Rheon kicked open the bag.


    The mutilated bodies of a few DarkClanners spilled out from the insides of the bag. The skin had been flayed from their faces and it was painfully obvious that they had suffered much before they finally expired. "I thought you Tribers might appreciate the favor. Tell Adelaide that I send my dearest professions of faithfulness."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:140px; margin-left: -7pt; overflow:auto;][justify][size=7pt]Oh, bloody shit. It was the DarkClanners' mutilated bodies. Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she tried to process what she was seeing and hearing in her head. Her head turned to Darkwood, unsure how to respond.

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    radiantlights solitarius
    [size=6pt]So how much longer must I wait to fill this emptiness?
    I've made mistakes and had my dreams slip through the cracks.
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    Radiant had approached the scene carefully, hoping the newcomer that sat in front of them wasn't too insane. Many tribers that lived among the cheetah were insane, but she just hoped the newcomer wasn't batsh*t crazy. The Council Member gracefully padded over, sliding next to Annie in interest. As everyone noses curled at the smell of death, the girl kept the same placid look upon her face. She had been quite used to death these days.


    As the newcomer spilled the contentments of the bag, Radiantlights lifted one nonexistent eyebrow. Although they were Darkclanners, she wasn't sure this was entirely good. The triber didn't want her tribe to be blamed for a mass murder for which they did not commit. But, she felt rude not saying anything. So, using her manners nobody had taught her, Radiantlights replied in her usual monotone. "Thanks, I guess."[/fancypost][/fancypost]

    [font=times] Darkwood didn't even blink as the black stag rolled the dead bodies out of the bag. The flayed faces and other numerous scars on their bodies were disturbing to most, yes, but for one reason or another it bothered the wolf little to none. Maybe it was because he had done far worse things in his past? Whatever the reason, the large canine wasn't sure whether to thank the deer or chase him off the territory. "We'll be sure to do that," he muttered.