A Beating Heart of Stone (Joining)

[ANIMA B.]

[COLOR=#FF6666]TAKE WHAT YOU NEED FROM THE DEAD

Oh, shit.

Somehow, the possibility that Vindicate Clemens could still be alive and could be here, amongst the groups, makes her feel sick. It is not the same way that she feels about thinking that her brother might still be alive, with the dread that makes her heart sink and makes her want to tear him limb from limb yet again, tear him to shreds and rip apart what little remains of his soul until there is no way he can come back. But she knows his curse, he will never die and never will she, doomed to repeat until there is nothing left but ash and dust, and even then they may not be released from the cycle. Such was the curse.

But this is not Vin, this is Vendetta. She faintly remembers him mentioning that he had siblings, but she doesn't think that they've ever met. And therefore, she believes with some lingering sense of hope that Vendetta has no idea who the winged panther is. If not, her day is about to get a whole load shittier and she's gonna be back to square one in terms of well, trying to get her life back together. Moving on was important, but how was she supposed to move on if things like this were thrown at her.

"Haven't heard of him, nah. Not been round here anyways." So she lies, blatantly, offering a non-committal shrug as an apology. "Someone might of, name's Haerii Blair Alae Anima - nice to meet'cha." It really isn't, but there's no point in acting outwardly hostile towards a stranger - especially one that she has something to hide from. 

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