WOOPS (Open, Murder) I Did It Again

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    Noxious✦Visiting Bloodclan✦Hard


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    It was simple. The hyena had taken a quick trip to the Westeros. His pelt no longer stunk of Colouredclan, though now it smelled of Bloodclan. Approaching, he slipped calmly across the Westeros border, looking around. The unusually large hyena found his prey quickly. A small bear, who Nox leaped on from behind, tearing at it's throat until he had killed the Westeros member. He then slit open the bears stomach.


    On the ground, the hyena carved a message.
    Do you like Blood? Well I certainly do?


    The only trace was the strong scent of Bloodclan.



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    A dead guy? How peculiar. And murdered, no less. Looking at the corpse, the griffin attempted to use supersenses to see if there was any name he could place to the seemingly Bloodclan scent.



    /is it alright if Rook knows who the scent is from, since they've met?



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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= transparent; text-align: justify; font: 12pt times new roman]The scent was a familiar one. As he approached, Creon drank it in. He couldn't not - it was overwhelming. The young dragon clawed at the earth as he walked, leaving long scars in the ground behind him. It was messy, but for all that he liked to be thorough, messiness was nice. It was sunshine on a cold afternoon and a water fight in the heat of the summer.


    His eyes widened slightly as he realized that, beneath the strong stench of blood, was one of BloodClan. He increased his pace, lumbering toward the body with almost half of his strength. His laziness seemed to have faded away. This was wrong! They were allies; he couldn't imagine that any BloodClanner would kill a member of Westeros. He'd visited the group just a few days past, and it still haunted his thoughts.


    "Messy work," he mumbled, silvery gaze falling to the scuffed up dirt, where the bear had thrashed as it died. Hm. Turning to Rook, he asked, "Do you think Mother will let me go with however speaks to Azimehk? If she sends anyone, I mean."




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    Noxious✦Visiting Bloodclan✦Hard


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    (He's in a different body, but I'm fine with it!)



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    Approaching, Driscoll frowned. Bloodclan was their allies. "This isn't right. I don't think Azikmeh would let one do this." He drawled out. Eyes shining gently, he added. "Rook sir, is there a familiar scent or such news?" He asked, knowing the male was dual-clanning by the scent of it.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]ic; Shireen could search spiritually, but that was as far as her usefulness stretched; otherwise, she was as stumped and as helpful as the rest of 'em. The Lannister Lady came forward quietly, frowning as she thought. BloodClan... the scent seemed so forced, in-your-face. "Are we sure it's...? I mean, there's scent manipulation, we could be tricked," she murmured, turning to Driscoll for his verdict.
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    "Oh I know who it is alright." Rook growled, after matching the cloakedish scent with the name. "In fact, he is in Bloodclan, but a visitor I believe, I can talk to Azikmeh about it." He rumbled with a slight hiss. "Dumb snake, knew there was something fishy about him. And I suppose, if you want anyway."



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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;]Diana was right. It was too obvious. Quickly striding over, Eurydice came to a stand beside her son. "Who was this?" She could guess that whoever it was, they were trying to sabotage the BloodClan-Westeros alliance, but other than that, she could not decipher much. "You and I can go speak to Azimkeh and Domeric ourselves."


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    Nodding as his mother approached, he spoke. "This deed was committed by Noxious, I met him a few days ago, but it's him alright, unless some manipulated that too, but that seems unlikely." He rumbled, folding his wings comfortably by his sides.



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    Atrus approached the growing group, pressing his lips tightly together at the sight and smell of the corpse before him. He was lucky enough to not know the poor animal personally, but that's not to say that he didn't feel the pain of his death. Still, he wasn't bad at keeping his bearings, not by a long run. The male's head then turned to Rook, a questioning look to his eyes. He was certainly curious to know the answer to Mother's question. Noxious? The name didn't sound familiar. Of course, he didn't know many outside of Westeros, especially with his age.

    The crown princess approached, carefully keeping her eyes away from the mess that used to be a clanmate. She wasn't squeamish, but she had a tendency to view meat as little more than potential nutrition, and she had no intention of letting others see the less socially acceptable facets of her personality. "With permission, I would like to join the group going to speak with Azimehk," she said solemnly.