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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 seemed that the name Westeros touched with a certain memory in his head. And of course, he was always in need of entertaining himself--him and his little, little games.


    A thick plume of smoke came from a pyre with three Westerosi cats bound together against a thick trunk. They might've been saved if people arrived on time, but they were dead already. Their skin was flayed from their bodies and they hung from the surrounding trees. The smell of roasted flesh was in the air and their exposed muscles crisped and carbonized in the intense heat of the fire that scorched them.


    As to the perpetrator, there was little scent outside of the thick odor of smoke, cooked meat, and the honey-sweet smell of decay.


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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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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px; border-right: 4px outset white; border-bottom: 4px outset white; border-left: 0px; border-radius: 0px 25px 35px 25px; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font: 11px verdana][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; background:url('http://i58.tinypic.com/5zr4g5.png'); float: right; height: 20px; width: 20px; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin-right: -15px][/fancypost]Had it been anyone other than Stiletto that had found the pyre, they may have panicked; after all, three bodies charred beyond all recognition (perhaps a fire elemental?) that had been hung from trees - more than three trees, evidently - was hardly a usual sight. However, the spotless cheetah had had a brother who suffered from psychopathic tendencies, and he'd left perhaps worse messes behind than this (although few smelled more strongly). "This is terribly rude," the Lannister Warden mused, prowling about the pyre in an attempt to pick up a scent beyond smoke and decomposition. No such luck, apparently.