( all i see is blood ) -- open, death

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    it was an assassination. the tigress stunk of the exiles, her fur matted in blood. as the sun rose, the body of birdie could be seen in the center of camp, impaled on a wooden stick. most of her fur was ripped out, blood pouring from various places,
    so young, she'd died too soon. but, kassi could lead the clan now. she was at least assured that her friends would be taken care of in her absence.


    (sorry guys, my muse is pretty shitty with school starting. don't worry, birdie and i will be back in a few weeks, after i play with her and a little plot i have in mind.)

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; Another night of sleepwalking, and Roxy had found herself in the outskirts of the territory, barely five minutes from camp. The surrounding jungle was pleasant in the early-morning light, she decided, and was one of, if the only, positive thing surrounding her late-night strolls. At least, as her dreamself (what she had taken to calling her spiritual form) she could monitor her body from afar and make sure it didn't wander into anything dangerous.


    She wasn't a morning person, but even then, the walk back to camp was nice. Roxy didn't feel alone; on the contrary, the hums and buzzes of the insects reminded her of a bustling human city, or the camp at daytime. This was relaxing. She took a deep breath, a strange little grin on her face.


    Lalonde stepped into camp after a short time, rubbing her eyes and stretching the last of her muscles out. She'd wait for everyone else to wake up; it was, after all, only about six thirty. Oh, is that... aha, nice, I'll scare her, Roxy smirked, squinting at Myrlie's corpse from afar. She did not see well. Gonna be so fucking dope, oh man! She crept closer, skirting to the side as quietly as she could, ready to pounce. The bushes clouded her vision effectively; she could only see bits and pieces of the leader's fur. No blood from her point of view.


    "Surprise, bitches, haha," Roxy muttered to herself somewhat noisily, jumping out of the bush and- Oh my god...


    She swerved to the side, barely avoiding the corpse. "Oh my god, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, it's just ketchup, you're good, that stick ain't in you, holy fuck, holy shit, oh my god. Birdie...? Hey!"


    Not a good way to start the day.


    [ aww :c good luck with school though! I can relate, school just started for me too ][/fancypost]
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    [size=10][font=mongolian baiti]This was not the thing that Silverpaw wanted to see. The To-Be's golden brown eyes travelled mournfully over the impaled body of the assassinated leader and he bit his lip, creeping closer and closer to the gory sight, step by unwilling step. "Sh...she was a fine Chief, I'm sure." stammered the blue merle, breaking his usual quiet to try and comfort his panicking comrade. "Let's, um, get her off this stick. Then we can hold a funeral and bury her. Here, c-can you help me?" he padded forward and braced his shoulder against the pike, lifting his forepaws and trying to slide the corpse off its gruesome perch.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]Ryan was not one to typically meddle with other's affairs, but when the shocked curses fell from Roxy, it was practically second nature to the fox to approach and see what had the female in a frenzy. Emerging from the underbrush with his expression pushed down into an already concerned scowl, he had his maw opened to inquire as to what was wrong but the words were immediately caught in his throat upon the sight of Birdie hung up on a stick for all to see. "Holy shit." He breathed out under his breath after a few seconds, tentatively taking a few more steps toward the crowd as his sky blue optics widened further. It wasn't so much the death that affected Ryan: Ryan had seen plenty of death before, caused by enemies and by himself alike- rather, it was the perpetrator and the method that had Ryan's throat constricting as he viewed the corpse of their former Chief. "Birdie, holy shit... Birdie." The fox repeated in a manner almost like a broken record. He and the now late Chief had never exactly seen eye to eye in certain manners, but over the course of time they had started to develop some sort of mutual respect- even if they rarely agreed on matters. He had never really considered himself working under Birdie, but rather alongside her, viewing her more as a co-worker than as a superior. It was a shock to see that she was now impaled on a stick as work of the Exiles, whom had never bothered them beforehand.


    "Fucking..." Ryan trailed off as he moved forward to assist Silverpaw, giving the small canine a nod toward the male's words. Instead of trying to push the corpse off, however, he instead gave a hearty shove at the stick embedded in the ground, which gave way much more easier and slowly tilted to one side before finally caving in to gravity and falling horizontal. Unfortunately Birdie's corpse didn't exactly peel off with the momentum, and Ryan's frown only deepened as a sick crunch filled his ears as her body hit the ground along with the stick. "Somebody get Kassi." The Battlemaster muttered in a breathy tone, nodding once more toward Silverpaw as he moved to pull the stick out of the former Chief. Ryan was hesitant about Kassi being the new Chief, however: she was rarely around and he hadn't seen her in a while- it was only natural to have concern chew at his stomach.


    [hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * COUNCIL MEMBER * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]No, no. He didn't even get a proper chance to meet the Chief. Sure, he had seen in her in and out of the clan, wafting by, but nothing more than that. Jasper was at a loss of words and although he didn't know her on a personal level, he would grieve just the same. The eclipse-walker was not sure what so say and instead, padded up alongside Ryan and with a hasty sigh of distaste, dropped his head. Surely she would come back, for her clan? He didn't want to make assumptions, but one had to hope.

    There is a fine line between Genius and Insanity

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    She stumbled onto the scene, her eyes going wide as she let out a smal whimper. So much death hung in the airthe scent made her gag. She whimpered again, her eyes locked on the body.