A LITTLE PRIEST // private

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]He was furious.


    Someone found out. They knew. They recognized him for what he was -- no, who he was. He remembered Pirelli uttering Benjamin Barker, but past that, it was all a flash. Memories blurring together, words passing too quick for him to remember. But everything was slowly starting to fall into place. He was in no-man's land now -- good. He didn't want to be anywhere near SylvanClan now. But he wasn't alone. No, in his claws was the lifeless form of the Italian-impersonating Pirelli. Blunt force trauma to the head and a slit throat -- overkill, maybe, but he didn't care. He just needed to kill that son of a bitch before he revealed his secret. Still shaking with untapped fury, he took a seat, limbs weak. What was he going to do with godforsaken body?


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    [b]"It's not a good thing to keep the body around after you've killed it, you know."     A feminine voice came from the dark bushes near the tom. really, a person should have been shocked stumbling upon somebody with a dead body laying at their feet - scared, even - but the voice's tone was one of uninterest and boredom. It wasn't natural to repsond in such a way, either. But the slightly high-pitched voice of a female child was not surprised, and obviously not impressed with the sight. It almost sounded judging, as if the person should know better than to be so foolish as to be seen with the body.
    Amber opals were the only indication as to where the voice came from. Close to the ground and shining from the little sun that managed to make it's way past the dark covering of leaf-filled branches to the animal lurking within, it was obvious the pair belonged to a child. That, or a small adult (but the voice suggested otherwise). There was no movement, no stirring of leaves, to signal that the stranger had any plans to show themselves. It seemed as if they would just sit in the darkness that the bush provided and make snarky remarks.
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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Sweeney hadn't even noticed the other until she spoke. His hooded eyes widened and his lips pulled back in a snarl as he swung around, brandishing a razor. He was so tempted to slit her throat, right then and there, but she didn't seem too concerned by the fact he was carrying around a dead body, one that he obviously murdered. His hackles still raised, he slowly let down his razor, cautiously eyeing the Cartel Vanguard. "And what would you suggest I do with it?" He snapped.


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    ( here i go again with the late replies ;o )
    Nuriya stepped out of the bushes, boredly eyeing the razor. She had seen many things worse then that during her time in The Cartel. It didn't scare her, not one bit. She felt confident enough that she would be able to dodge any attacks he made and escape before he could harm her. She would fight if needed, but preferred not to so as to keep her pelt clean. She hated when it got ruined. [b]"Well, there are lots of ways to dispose of a body. Throw it in a river, burn it, bury it, all those common ways. Or you can have fun with it - chop it up and feed the pieces to their friends and clanmates. Disguise it in some kind of food and watch as they eat their friend while marvelling at the deliciousness of it."     She had heard of people eating other animal's corpses before, so why not that? It was a fun twist on cannibalism. "Or you can hang them up in their clan's territories. Fill their insides with candy. A sick game of pinata. Hang the bodies, or parts of them, up in your living quarters as memories. You can go a lot of things with corpses if you get creative."
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