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Yasha had gone against the principles. He didn't particularly care. Making his way over, Yasha sat near Redhood again, nodding. "I'll play."
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"Likewise," spoke Yasha as he approached. These posts were confined to being short and sucky unfortunately, as Kokoro was mobile and out of their usual habitat.
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"If you're up for it. Powers, or no?" Yasha drawled as he approached, six tails flicking behind him.
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"I can create a large grave, if you'd like." Yasha responded evenly, lashing his fourth tail and using elemental powers to clear a hole for the "pizza".
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What a shame. He liked his powers; ah, well. Yasha flicked his third tail and lunged forwards, his forepaws hitting the ground at Redhood's own and he brought his hind legs towards them, slamming them against the earth and springing upwards. This would admittedly expose his vulnerable underbelly, but it was worth the risk. Leaping clear of the other male, he arched and pivoted and wound up landing forepaws first at Redhood's right flank; then, regardless of how the other had moved he'd lunge again, jaws snapping for a shoulder, haunch, leg, tail or scruff.
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"Dead people." came the kitsune's comment, his words simple and blunt. No use sugar coating the truth, eh?
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"If you'd like, you can help me push the bodies in," spoke Yasha once he'd moved the earth, looking to Ravialle with handsomely bright turquoise eyes. He was feeling... Positive, today. Yes, it had been an eventful few hours.
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A voice reaching his ears, Yasha paused in his animalistic behaviours, turning his head after drawing it back and finding himself facing Callie. He was inwardly surprised that she had approached without him noticing; but then, he conceded, he had not been paying much attention to the world about him. The kitsune blinked once or twice, turquoise eyes whirling slowly, and he nodded his cranium in response to her greeting. "Hello, Callie." he responded. "How are you?" he was feeling fairly civil, though he could feel madness tugging at his skull, and he struggled to keep it at bay. Shifting, he moved to mostly cover his scar, fluffing the fur around its lengthy expanse.
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"Grave," Yasha muttered to himself. His powers were being exhausted, here! Alas, he did not comment on that. His expression was mostly unreadable though inside he was grinning, and he approached to move the earth and form a ditch. After that, he touched a paw to the ice to start flame to melt it, so the body would thaw and could be buried.
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"I'm guessing yourself," this was a female kill. A murderess had committed this; he could tell. Voice holding dry tones, the kitsune approached, using elemental powers to clear a large ditch, and then again using them to push the entire tree over into said ditch to be buried. It didn't particularly bother him; these kills were spicing up an otherwise boring day.
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A basic display of elemental powers. He'd done this accidentally, once, whilst young and learning the limits of his new abilities. Yasha touched his paws to the ice sculptures to try and engulf them in flame, so they would melt and maybe even burn the corpses, though he didn't know if the latter would work first time. All the same, he went through with it, splitting the earth into a ditch for the bodies if they didn't burn.
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"Congratulations, you're officially unoriginal." Yasha remarked dryly as he made his way over, again clearing a ditch with his elemental powers to push the bodies into.
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"So, a fancy grave? I can grow crystals," Yasha offered blandly, not particularly bothered that this was not an NPC. It didn't matter regardless of whether it was an NPC or an actual clanmate; they were all dead, in the end, yes?
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He appeared just as the last screams died away, and Yasha watched the ThunderClanners' devoured bodies slump in death, his turquoise eyes locked on the scene. This was a little better than the pizza, or the countless general murders -- it was a little more unique, and he could appreciate that much. "He already dug the grave for me." the gravedigger remarked. Now all he had to do was fill it in.
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"Alright, then." flicking his tail on command, Yasha glanced at his paws as the earth rumbled and caved in, a ditch for the body, a starting point for the grave. A grin twitched and blossomed on his face for a small moment, a rasped chuckle in his throat, but he forced it away. [b]"If you could just... Put the body in, that would be lovely. I can grow the crystals after that."
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"Well, why don't we?" was he a mind reader? No, but he could sense her anger and could easily guess the source of the rage that so evidently boiled within her. His eyes locked on her hate filled form, the kitsune approached Olive, turquoise eyes glinting and his maw curling with blue-green flame, his white fangs flashing in a madman's grin. [b]"After all, before he left, Nosferatu permitted raids and attacks. I've been multiple times; why not pay them a visit, mm?"
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Nice. Yasha yawned and watched Baywolf do his job, blinking. "Here, I'll make it pretty." he offered dryly, slamming a paw into the ground and having diamonds sprout from the earth, covering the grave formed by the female. Switching on the sight, the soul eater would search for the spirit of the dragon and swallow any traces, licking his jaws as a mist slid down his throat.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]"Here," Yasha remarked in his thousand-tone voice, finishing Hostesscupcake's job and simply having the ground rise further and completely cover the corpse.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;]Oh, a child! How sweet. He honestly couldn't care less about them -- he wasn't the typical individual with a specific soft spot for youths, he'd pushed his brother to his death when they were both wee children simply for power and he'd left his own children because he'd tired of the mother. Yasha did not coo over babies; he had different motivations for approaching meets and greets. Making his way over, the six failed kitsune flashed a white ranged grin; it was clear he had lost his cool, and today was an unstable day in his calendar. "Hello, darling. I'm Yasha." he purred. The recent murders had excited him, what could be say?
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