WHO LIVES, WHO DIES, WHO TELLS YOUR STORY ; missing discens

[MAUDE P.]

[SÉAMUS]

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☠ | Séamus Ó Faoláin

The Irishman had not been looking for anyone, as he padded close to the borders.  He did however, pause at a strange mixture of scents.  Palm Glades, something less familiar and the faintest hint of blood -- a combination that made the faerie uneasy.

Séamus stalked the area with perked ears, following the trail to the edges of the border.  Seagreen eyes narrowed in thought, recalling that despite the past moon's quiet, the Palm Glades did have enemies.  Frowning, the wildcat quickly returned to camp, deciding to call the alarm once he found out who had gone out with who.

"Mazekit and Medusa have been taken.  I found signs of a struggle."

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

[DRAYDEN CIPHER.]

[glow=white,1,400]CLINGIN' TO INSANITY ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

The Glades certainly had enemies, though Drayden had never really heard of them other than a few whispers here-and-there. He knew them by their name only, not their scent. Hearing Séamus's call, Drayden came limping over, his head tilted before a look of shock covered his face as the news reached him. "You didn't catch any sort of scent left by whatever captured them?" He asked, frowning.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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A kidnapping? Here? She supposed nowhere was truly safe, she ought to have learned such a lesson now, but still. There was a uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her she could have been one of them, she had been in the right place at the right time and was standing here to comment on the missing. It almost made her sick, lightheaded and dizzy. Her ears lowered down against her skull, almost totally flat as her eyes widened. "We have to go after them! Wherever they were taken to!" Was it that simple? No, of course not, and she knew that...kind of, but the logical part of her brain was buried deep beneath her worry.

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[WINTERHYMNS P.]