//i'm feckin late but thank you!!

Honeyguide didn't have much of an attachment to that vault, not when from the moment he existed he knew those around him would fall to his claws. It wasn't a home when he spent every waking second planning their deaths, evaluating their skills just as his mother trained him to do, and, again as she'd taught him, he had made himself likable. He was sociable, charming, humorous. Everyone knew him, and no one had a harsh word about him, even those naturally cantankerous- except for one person, who had existed on the periphery of them all. A bit quiet, agreeable in his own way, more prone to walking alone. Nice when he wanted to be. He'd seemed impervious to all of Honeyguide's attempts to charm and beguile, barely acknowledging overt attempts at conversation, sparing a greeting and little more because somehow, he wasn't interested. The leopard knew he would be a challenge later, too.

So few of the others were. The stragglers -those last to leave the vault- were quick to fall prey to him, taken by surprise and betrayal. One he arranged a bit of a fall down the stairs on the hillside. A tragic accident. A few he lured away, offering to travel together, and later, he hid their bodies in the den of a bear.

Washington wasn't last on his list, but he was a little past halfway down a long charter of names. They weren't needed for rebuilding anyway, not when the world wasn't the shithole they were all told it'd be. Close, but not quite. No one would miss them when they were all gone.

Not him.

The leopard watched from high branches, quietly slipping from tree to tree, until the wolf below stopped at the border and sat, all polite. Honeyguide allowed him a few moments to settle into position before leaping down, attempting to drop onto the wolf's back, claws at his shoulders.
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Honeyguide did have favorites among the other dwellers- favorites the way Waylon preferred fish over meat. Some of them were a little more palatable, a little easier to play at joy and mischief with, but Wash hadn't quite made it onto the scale, mostly because the wolf had managed to keep to himself so well that what Honeyguide knew of him was mostly second-hand information. Or from watching. He did that a lot, admittedly, but it couldn't be helped when Wash had always seemed so determined to avoid him as much as he could. He watched him play, though he was always careful that they didn't go against each other in the shared sports. Always found a way of sitting on the sidelines when Wash was up, and went up when Wash was pulled out. Honeyguide kept to team sports- more bonding there, and the one on one sports could reveal too much, which his mother warned against.

The most reactions he would get were almost accidental, and gone in a flash, like he was berating himself for laughing at some dumb shit Honeyguide had done. He'd figured by then that it was sheer will and choice that kept Wash from liking him, which shouldn't have stung like it did. Honeyguide didn't care. He was going to kill him, and all the others, so it wouldn't matter what they thought or did. They'd be too dead and Honeyguide too busy with some other assignment.

For now, though, the goal was assassination. When the wolf dropped, Honeyguide rolled off, back on his paws in a blink, and he gave Wash time. Figured he'd allow him the dignity of dying on his feet. The leopard's expression twisted into a laughing smirk, blue eyes morbidly bright. "Still so cute when you're angry," he remarked slyly, all charm, though anything but in the way he began to circle the canine. "A real shame you have to die." He swept in again, this time attempting to swipe at Wash's side with his claws, spinning around to his other side to repeat. Not a quick death like some of the others had been, but he was bored, and if anyone would give him the most entertainment, it was Wash.
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