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    Flinching as the sound of the rope hit his ears, Alfred closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep, shuddering breath. He swallowed nervously and reached for the other rope, closing his eyes and yanking it in half. The snap seemed quieter this time as he was used to the first one, but all the same, he despised it.


    He found the body while on a walk, just laying up against a tree with their paws tied up above the head. Now that sounded strange at first, unless you just knew the sh!t people pulled. They had lacerations everywhere he could see, long and deep and still leaking blood by the time he found them. They weren't that cold, so he assumed it hadn't been long since they'd been tortured. Definitely tortured, bled out through the slices in the skin.


    He could see past the blood, turning auburn fur scarlet. Fox. Female. Didn't know who got to her, though. He didn't try to figure it out yet, there was nothing to see here aside from the obvious, blood and body. He got her down at least, sitting next to the body for awhile just looking blank. He seemed to be pretty protective over a corpse, like there was something he wasn't saying. Truth be told, there was something he wasn't saying.


    He knew her. Knew her for years.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;line-height:110%;text-align:justify;font-size:10.7px;font-family:verdana;]the familiar scent of blood and death mixed with that of a stranger couldn't worry fiore, who was rarely worked up about anything really. but still, the black feline moved to investigate. all he'd been doing was eating brownies like he often did, so surely it wouldn't hurt him to move along and see what was happening. but then he also scented alfred, and knew that he'd been beaten by the bodyguard, who was already standing beside the form. he also recognized the signs of torture, but he didn't really care. he couldn't even recall whether they'd been a member of colouredclan. he was just surprised that alfred hadn't wandered off instantly like he would have. he took a couple of steps forward, although he made them relatively audible before halting behind alfred, looking from him to the corpse. was alfred a necrophiliac? oddly enough, that was instantly what jumped to mind. perhaps he'd been taking some dirty quizzes online if that was all that came to mind. "hey, al. gonna' move sometime soon?" he just reckoned that he'd check for the sake of it, even though he didn't really care. but someone out there would probably wish to arrange a funeral excluding fiore himself, and alfred almost looked like a guard dog in his position.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]The vixen was no more than a mere npc, in his perspective. It was a vixen, swathed in blood, though Nighttales certainly couldn't recognise them. Instead, he merely drew to a halt by Fiore. Of course, the loss of an npc wasn't hardly as crippling as that of a comrade, but whilst he had seen various prior, he still happened to feel the inclination that something could have been avoided. It wouldn't eat away at him for too long, like other things, but he happened to realise that fact immediately: initially. "Huh.. There's no scent." The serval would resound, heterochromatic orbs shifting between the corpse, and the pair of living silhouettes. "Except our own, of course." He'd add, before returning his gaze fully to Al. "You alright, Alfred?" They seemed substantially.. detached from it all, after all, and such was somewhat concerning.


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    In fact, he was incredibly detached. The arrival of Nighttales and Fiore did somewhat snap him out of his daze, and he finally glanced over to the both of them with blank blue eyes. No words were exchanged, and instead he stood and began to pull dirt away to dig a lonesome grave. Right then and there. The blood that hadn't dried was crawling over to him, slowly seeping into the white fur of his paws. It mixed with the dirt and made a small patch of mud as he pulled more earth aside. Still, no words.


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