LAST STAND // open + death

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    "If I fall I will Always
    Pick Myself Up Again"

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    Are The Ones I Set"

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    "The dawn... it's unbeatable at this time of year."
    Briareos mused as he rested on the balcony of the watchtower, his gaze resting on the streaks of red that scored the blue and grey clouds of the early morning. Breathing in deeply he then felt his muscles tense up as he sensed a presence next to him.




    "Oh, I do agree. Reminds me of a battlefield after I've had my fun."
    The sly tone came from the hellhound as he prowled up behind Briareos, the foul stench of the Cartel seeping from his pelt. Deathstroke had been unable to leave things alone, not forever, not when it came to RiddleClan.
    "Any famous last words?"
    He would then ask as he conjured up his broadsword before clamping it tightly in his jaws.




    The large mystical lion chuckled lightly as he turned around and focused his gaze on Deathstroke.
    "None, because I won't fall to the likes of you!"
    With a mighty roar the male turned and launched himself at the assassin.







    Later that morning




    The stench of blood lingered thickly on the air and it stained the courtyard over a wide area. The headless corpse of Briareos laid in the centre and told the tale of the brutal battle that had taken place. His head however was dangling from a rope from the watchtower, and smeared across the brickwork in big black painted letters these words were written;
    JUST PIGS WAITING TO BE BUTCHERED




    Deathstroke's scent would be easy to pick up from the scene, he was pissed everywhere that he possibly could too. A reminder to those who f**ked with him would get f**ked in return, and twice as hard.


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    Walter didn't know who Deathstroke was, so the scent of the killer would be unfamiliar to him. The scent of blood however, would not. He knew basic reading skills from his past because a friendly NPC had taught him. When the blood was smelled his head would jerk up. Oh no this couldn't be good. A little hesitantly the husky would force himself to walk to the scen, his eyes widening and a whimper expecting his mouth when he saw the scene.


    Headless briareos, blood, words, a head in a rope? Whatever had happened here couldn't be good. "Guys? Um you probably want to know about this... But if you're sensitive to seeing blood then don't come." the husky called out, shifting his weight to his other paw rather uncomfortably. What had happened to cause such a deed?
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    "That son of a ***** came back," Shadow growled, lifting her head and shaking it. Her eyes traveled up to the head, wings spreading as she flew up and broke the rope, taking the head and setting it by the body.




    With a deep sigh, she stepped aside, knowing Solarflare would end up here shortly, and the Archsage would be devastated.




    "We need to start cleaning this up," she murmured to Walter, keeping her eyes on the ground. "But leave the body for those wishing to grieve."


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    [color=white]"Oh. That's just lovely." Uphiria muttered as she made her way over, purple optics narrowed as she surveyed the corpse and bloody message. "I can clean up the blood if you want."


    She turned to Shadow. "Who came back? I don't know..."

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    Slipping next to his sister, Xabi cringed at the foul smell of bodily fluids. He wasn't really new around death, but the stench had gotten him everytime. The hellhound never knew the body before them, but he still stop and stared in respect. "How tragic, we should bury the body. It'd be rude to keep him lying here." The male tilt his head towards the other Riddleclanners, hearing them mention someone named Deathstroke. He wasn't familiar who that was, but Xabi figured he would know soon.




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    Cleaning it up, yes that would be good. Walter gave a small nod, starting to realize the darkness of what had happened. "Yeah we should clean it up." he agreed. But he wasn't quite sure how, it wouldn't be like cleaning a cut, you couldn't just lick this all up. "How exactly are we going to clean all this up?" the male asked, tilting his head a bit in confusion.
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