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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]He felt Katherine's nuzzle, more comfort flowing over his shaky body in abundance. As Cory inhaled he offered a nod to Katherine, or in his eyes, Tasha. The sound of Clown's betrayal threw his mood into a spiral as he shook his head in disappointment. How could he? It shook the male heavily, considering he himself couldn't stand traitors. But nevertheless, he had known Clown would've been here by now if he was here, so Tasha hadn't been bluffing. "T-That son of a ....bitch," he whimpered.

His head had been in a tornado of confusion and anger when Morbi spoke to him, but her voice stuck out like a sore thumb. Immediately the male acknowledged it, looking around in a daze to find his beloved daughter. The male had assumed that the ebony female had either left or passed away, which would've broken his already tattered heart furthermore. Tears threatened to well up in his eyes, but he refrained from letting any tears drop. Where had Morbi gone? The father looked for her frantically, but couldn't seem to find her. Frustration littered his form as he looked to Tasha, just barely catching the sight of Dystopia from the corner of his eye.

Her anger and joy was very evident to Cory. He could read her like a book, it had always been that way. So with pertinence to her emotions at the time he sniffed at her and smirked, reaching a frail paw out and attempting to touch her gently in comfort. Her tranquil but worried remark was very evident, and in response to it Cory just nodded, the same thing he had done to Nightflower to signal he had recognized they were there.

"S...Some-one...please...get my h--her...b sat....chel," he grumbled softly towards everyone there.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]Reiki.

He had wished and hoped for the male to be present at his return, but he was not. It has crushed the brutally injured ebony male, whom of which wanted more than anything to see his old friend. The tom had assumed that he was still here, but felt uncontrollably disappointed in himself for truly believing that he was still residing here. With him. As he inhaled softly and trotted over to the border, a sense of agony washed over him as he stood defensively, yet in a tranquil state, beside White silence.

"Hello Reiki."

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]Rage fueled Cory as Reiki was relentlessly attacked. He hadn't done anything wrong! How dare he attack his friend? A growl emitted through his clenched teeth at the Master of Warfare. "He didn't hurt anybody. He's visiting," he grumbled lowly, though made no move to attack.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]With a stone cold expression the male would trot forward, his neck twitching a bit. Despite his calm demeanor there seemed to be a near deathly hatred in his eyes. The agent of many names, Agent 47, simply offered a smile of courtesy and flicked his tail outward. What else was he supposed to do? He was an absolute mess of an animal. Even if this individual didn't interest him whatsoever, she may be useful for deals. He had to gain people's trust to survive.

For the spiky, clammy hands of hell, his addiction, consumed him.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]**tw for substance abuse/depressing thoughts**
Agent 47 was trembling horrendously as he made his way over to the border, barely touching the border of the unbeknownst territory. He had no home. Nothing to look forward to except the next high. Then the one after that, even if they were getting weaker...even if they were losing effect, they were worth it. That's what he told himself over and over again. That's how he kept his sanity.

His gaze was frantic and tufts of fur were missing about his body. The cheetah felt miserable. Absolutely horrible. The high was fading and he was panicking and depressed all st once, feeling nothing short of worthless.

Why couldn't it just kill him already?

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]News of Miles's departure didn't shock Cory whatsoever. After all, he'd done the same thing to his beloved Aria while she was impregnated. No, the daddy wasn't over the occurrence whatsoever. He couldn't care less that Miles had vanished, in fact he felt it for the better. The clan would be better off without a lying scumbag littering their lands. In Cory's eyes he was a traitor. Always had been.

And he wouldn't tolerate his traitorism anymore.

// ic opinions

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]Agent was nauseous. He felt like he was dying. That was the only way he could describe the massive withdrawal he was enduring. It felt like death. He was trembling horribly, his eyes wide and his feet restless along with his heart, which palpated faster and faster by the second. The addict, Agent 47, had no formal name. No way to identify himself except by a title and a number. But, even then, his identification barely clung to his memory.

"Agent 47...joining I suppose," he declared gruffly, allowing himself to cough a few times.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]Okay, so what if he'd made a show of himself in Windclan? Could he help that he hadn't got his hands on anything for days? Not particularly. It was costly to acclaim such things, and he didn't care that he was taking human lives. That was just the circle of life. Get screwed, get high, live a life. That's all the young warrior could do, right? After all, he was a broken case. A shell of his former self, so-to-speak. Not that he didn't hate being this way, but he figured it could've been worse.

He could be with...her still.

As he shuffled about to and fro, the cheetah found himself at Shadowclan's border. He'd been looking for this land, though foreign to his gaze. Though the male could've easily teleported here, he found it much more pleasant to enjoy the scenery and trot all the way here from Windclan. A dual alliance sounded to be working in his favor. More clients.

"Agent 47 requesting dual alliance? I currently reside in Vindclan as vell," he cried out into the distant land, just before letting out a rugged cough.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]The male ahead of him was a rather unexpected sight, which forced his stomach to churn more with anxiety. His gaze drifted to the ground beneath him as he nodded in acknowledgement to what he concurred from a simple glance. "Yea-No..No no, I'm quite alright," he murmured under his breath towards Rick before cautiously stepping over the border with shaky paws, feeling his stomach ache and burn with dissatisfaction.

As the female appeared amongst the group as well Agent 47 felt himself pipe up a tad, nodding slowly at her. What else could he do? It wasn't like he trusted the lot of them, but he had to get help soon. He didn't want to die, but at the same time...

He didn't care.

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]So many people.

He wasn't used to being around an abundance of people at all. Especially those he hadn't known well. In fact, he had only met two of the people he was currently witnessing speak. Were these people close? The Hitman, Agent 47, hadn't been certain whatsoever on what a real bond was anymore. The last bond he had obtained was...to say the least, the worse experience of his entire life. Now he wasn't sure what to do, or even say. As for interesting facts on himself, he felt there wasn't any. He felt that his entire life was pointless honestly. All the cheetah did was take up space and get himself in trouble, at least that's how he saw it.

Nevertheless, he supposed that gaining the trust of his peers would benefit him in the extended future. "Im Agent 47, j guess an interesting fact would be that I've observed almost every clan."

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[justify][fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px transparent; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 9pt; width: 440px;]"Escape," he muttered towards the older wolf with a solemn expression apparent on his face.

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