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Arrow was not...useful. Now anyone could lie through their teeth and say she had worth in the long run, or meaning to the whole of Tanglewood, but at the end of the day she couldn't keep up with nor compete with the other residents, whether they were just strong, knowledgeable in medicine, or had useful powers at their disposal. Arrow had nothing. Not even the ability of flight in the case of Stocking and Ophelia. She was, to put it bluntly, the most useless member of the group.

And that was probably why she lost.

It was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, one of her isolation walks to wrestle with her self doubt when she had a run in with some...stranger. Not one of the usual joiners no, this one was a threat, and of course the confrontation caught her, the one person who couldn't fight off these seemingly paranormal beings. There was a struggle, of course, even with that in mind Arrow was not one to roll over and accept defeat. But even with her stubbornness, she was simply outmatched.

All there was left was some claw marks in the mud and a small splatter of blood where her head collided with the ground.

Morgan was more or less on the complete opposite side of territory when the attack happened. Sensing Ophelia in the middle of nowhere worried him as he entered town, so he headed her way with his mask and armor at the ready.

...

"Ophelia!" Appearing behind the winged feline after a few short minutes, the dog's nose twitched and picked up the distinct stench of blood. He followed his senses to the fluid, picking it up with his powers before noticing that a faint aura emanated from it. The aura had mostly faded over a short time, but he recognized its unique shade in a matter of seconds. "Arrow..." Morgan gasped out, looking back at the only other Tangler in his vicinity. "Have you seen her, Ophelia?!" His mask melted from his face to leave an expression of pure anxiety. "What could've happened? Why? Why weren't we here...?"

being a medic and a cannibal meant he had a heightened sense of blood. it drove him mad, almost, to smell blood and not find its source and treat it- or lap it up. as he approached the smell, he could hear voices blurring together- delilah, vigenere, morgan... and a lot of others. if both morgan and vigenere were there, it meant it was serious business.

"what is it?" the manx retorted, clearly arriving late to the scene. "search patrol? for who?" then the smell hit his nose. it smelled like... arrow, but she wasn't in the crowd. "was it arrow? jesus christ," he asked, gritting blood-stained teeth. "i sweat to god, if another clan took her..." malphas' voice trembled.