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RE: No Time For Games - Gent - Dec 28, 2015

Sorry, Gent is being more cautious than I anticipated him to be :c

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Simultaneously he was surprised and not as she exposed Kjors' crime, and his mind flickered back to the happenstance that the man had witnessed Tokino's death. Gent had to wonder if perhaps something far more underhanded than blatant revenge had taken place within the Palisade that day. Would that explain the ridiculous amount of friction he had received from the River pack? Kisla's indifference to the indefference delivered by her pet's actions?  Paranoid speculation held a wing-ding with residual bitterness within his mind, causing a clamour for his imagination as he could not fail to take the possibility into consideration for all it was worth that it might have been Kjors who had slain Tokino.


Yet this brought him closer to caution than abandon. While betraying the one-eyed man's whereabouts to this woman might cause strife without any backlash, the possibility was too great that things would go wrong and Round Stone Crest would suffer for it. The ground between the Baranskis and his own kingdom was far too shaky to risk with such petty motives, and so Gent did not speak. It could not be ignored, though, that if what she said of Kjors was true, then she deserved the information. What could she do against the more youthful male and his pack, Gent had to wonder, but would not ask. There would not be a single word further between them.


With sudden ferocity the beast's jaws parted, a snarl brutally rendering the air before the woman's face as he lept forward. There was nothing within his eyes but the empty soul of a predator, and he truly intended for her to believe that he might tear her to pieces should he catch her. This danger was only an illusion, as he truly did not wish to bite down upon her, and would not do so, feigning all of it in hopes of causing her to double back in fear, chasing her back upon the Palisade's walls and toward the East.


He could not be blamed for her fleeing in the direction that Kjors happened to be.

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RE: No Time For Games - Avari - Dec 31, 2015

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Quite the turn of events that had come about. In mere moments it had gone from an almost typical interrogation and exchange of information, and the next she was being lunged at by this fearsome beast looking every bit like he was about to tear her to pieces... kind of. There were distinct absences in the façade put forward that would have been more present were the danger anything real. She had dealt the insane before, those that turned on a dime from one mood to the next. They were different than this. They were more... legitimate with their threats.

Not that such would stop the elder woman from whipping around on her heels in an effort to escape, in a flash - albeit a slow flash, she turned and darted as much as her weary joints would allow her. The run, which was more like a brisk jog than an actual sprint, was more than enough to put the thoughts in her mind. Her mind skimmed back, to times in which she'd once ruled and aided accomplices in a way that was similar to this, with a flash of teeth and a chase that was more like a herd, steering 'victims' in the direction of their treasure.

The fact that this younger, fitter male hadn't actually come down and crushed her under his weight was more than enough of an indication to her, that such might have been what he was trying to do. She was far from dead, but she was no spring chicken, chasing her down would have been a cakewalk, but with this they had not so much as exchanged names, and there was nothing... at least not officially... for her to turn back and use against him should it ever be discovered who had pointed her, almost literally, in the direction of the boy she wanted strung from the trees.

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