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[charrie graveyard]

★ THERE'S A THING CALLED LOVE THAT WE ALL FORGET, AND IT'S A WASTED LOVE, THAT WE ALL REGRET. YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE JUST ONCE, SO DON'T FORGET, FORGET ABOUT A THING CALLED LOVE —

He was a fool. A goddamn fool. Lyra knew it- and that was why she almost never left the boy's side, but in a moment of stupidity, she had left him alone. The german shepherd had been drinking again, a few empty cans of his favorite beer lying in a pile beside his bed. He wasn't really sure how he had ended up outside, wandering by the border but he was there, mumbling curses as he stared up at the stars.

It was here, in his slightly drunk and depressed state, that a familiar jaguar, adorned in tattoos, had knocked him unconscious, dragging him away to gods knew where. Lyra barely missed her companion as he was taken away, left squeaking in alarm as she made panicked circles around the bits of white fur left behind. This was her fault! All her fault! Oh, why couldn't she have been faster? Wherever Cass was... she hoped he was ok...

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #0FDDAF; font-size: 24px;"]— CASS ★

#psychosocial.

[Shininglight]

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Shining had stayed up again, of course. He hardly ever slept peacefully these days, not on his own. Not without the use of herbs to either help him or force him to sleep. It wasn't a good habit, he'd soon enough built up a bit of a tolerance, making their effects practically useless. But also a dependence would form, with very negative consequences should he suddenly find himself lacking them one night. Walking around helped- if Shining could spend enough energy, then maybe he'd pass out from sheer exhaustion.

His walk took him to the border, where the smell of alcohol was present. Not normal. Also unusual was the cries and squeaks of a rat, circling around... a tuft of fur? Shining slowly stepped forward, confusion in his eyes. Tabitha wasn't with him- she had already gone to sleep- so she wasn't able to help. "Friend gone?" Shining asked the rat, not knowing whether it could speak.

[RENÉ.]

[div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]René walked up to the source of the noise-- a rat, of all things. But, after rummaging through his mind for a few moments, the tom recognized the rat from somewhere.

The purple tom furrowed his brow. Hadn't this person just returned? If so, they were doing far from the best job from staying here.

Perhaps that was a bit rude. On the other hand, perhaps it wasn't. Regardless, René continued to look confused, almost as if he did not understand the situation-- although he did. One could ask why he was acting confused. Who knows for sure.
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[tori]

Apparently there was some trouble at home with...something. A group, a person, whatever it was, it wasn't going to end well. He knew that much. What he didn't know was who was gone now.

He stopped in place when he heard the rat squeaking violently, squinting down at the smaller creature. He couldn't see what they were circling around at first, gradually scooting closer to see, but keeping his distance in case the tiny creature reacted negatively. A bit of fur, huh? Fur...from someone....right? Was that what this was about? Fur was bad in a clump, separated from the body. But he didn't know who's fur this was. He smelled the alcohol, wondering bleakly if that had anything to do with this. But he stayed silent.

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[charrie graveyard]

★ THERE'S A THING CALLED LOVE THAT WE ALL FORGET, AND IT'S A WASTED LOVE, THAT WE ALL REGRET. YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE JUST ONCE, SO DON'T FORGET, FORGET ABOUT A THING CALLED LOVE —

Lyra, turning to Shine, would dip her head a few times, indicating that yes- Cass was gone. This was such a mess... why, of all the stupid animals here, did it have to be him? In a way, she almost didn't trust them to bring him back either. Perhaps she would take this into her own paws. Her friends would help her look for him- yeah... that seemed like a plan. Ears flattening against her skull, she would take one piece of the canine's fur with her as she scampered off into the night, not giving any Ascendant member a single sound as she left them alone at the scene of the crime.

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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #0FDDAF; font-size: 24px;"]— CASS ★

#psychosocial.

[BASTILLEPAW]

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

[b]"Damnit, Pincher," he grouched in annoyance as he joined them, scowling as he noted the scene and faint traces of Typhoon scent. Cass, he decided, watching Lyra bolt. Fucking hell. Bast let out a noisy huff and shook his head, trying to clear the superimposed images from his vision. "We'll have to go get him. Fuck."

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"I'm getting real fucking tired of the Typhoon's bullshit," the ivory fae hissed, arriving a tad bit late. Her patrol had started on the opposite end of the territory, and by the time she scented the Typhoon and Pincher, it was too late. How many members had been stolen away by the pirates now? She couldn't remember, which wasn't a good sign. And then there was the whole raid incident.

Fury unfurled in her heart like a sail made of fire. If she had the elemental, the grass underneath her paws probably would've began to smolder. Luckily, no water sources were close by, for they would've evaporated almost instantaneously. She could feel a war brewing on the horizon, and while she didn't like the idea, she wasn't opposed to it. She'd love to sink her teeth and claws into those fuckers.

Flicking her tail, her eyes graced everyone present. She wondered if anyone there (besides Bast) could actually fight. They needed to have a training soon... "This is gonna keep happening," she huffed to no one in particular. "Fuckers don't know who they're messing with." Her voice was scarcely above a mumble as she searched the scene of the kidnapping for specks of blood.

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