I g(o)t the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles [CAPTURE]

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    Dystopia had also listed this place as targets, which means that they also had to be bad guys.


    It was ironic, this would be the second Deputy and second lover he had stolen from someone. What a small world this really was! To think that his whole corruption had circled around things so similar...but then again, he was so messed up in the head he might not even make the connection, however good a motive it may be. It wasn't planned nor was it anything personal really, Enigmaticsoul had just been lucky enough to pad by when he felt it was time to snag someone, and so away he went.


    Dragging the older male away from the boarder, the scent of The Exiles would be left with a pair of paw prints. Maybe if he was lucky no one would notice.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Mattys scent wasn't one to be forgotten. It wasn't just the fact that he was a clanmate and someone that had to be protected (as all clanmates do) but he was in a position that required a lot of presence. That and Tama was going to be furious. Anxious. The orange tabby knew it couldn't be good when he scented Matty mingled with the Exiles and strange pawprints. It didn't take a mastermind to put two and two together and realize that the Deputy had been stolen away. He lowered his head and bit his lip because he knew what it was like to be stolen away. He had been done in by a Commander of the place, Morbidrealities. And he'd never forget how her claws had sliced his flank and rendered him useless. How she'd removed every single one of his claws. He remembered himself screaming so loud that he was surprised his clanmates hadn't already come to the scene.


    Grimly, the sick Head Paladin stood where the crime had been committed and waited, head slightly bowed. He was a picture of stillness asides from the occasional judder of his body when he went into a coughing fit.


    TAGS — updated 08/27