THE DEVIL'S FIRE // MURDER

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PINK RIBBON SCARS

THAT NEVER FORGET. I'VE TRIED SO HARD TO C L E A N S E THESE REGRETS.

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// rushed so please lmk if i misread anything!

Getting better. That was what Titan was constantly striving for. No, not on terms of physical wellness, but in terms of mind. In terms of morality. He had told himself that he was no longer who he once was, and there was no way in hell that he would give in once more to his bloodstained tendencies. He had come to the Ascendants and was learning how to properly—normally—socialize with other beings. Titan didn't have to be what someone else wanted to be any longer. He was free to be his true self — and that was much more difficult than he could have imagined. But then again, it was hard transitioning from being a simple pawn in a wicked game to being an i n d i v i d u a l .

The lion was found standing there, directly in the back from the Cane Corso. He didn't say anything, not at first. His amber visionaries narrowed into slits as they darted back-and-forth between the scene of the crime. A body, blood, strewn entrails. This sight did not put Titan off; it was nothing he wasn't accustomed to already. His expression remained neutral, unmoving, unaffected. Titan's eyes locked onto the patches of gray fur that were gracelessly trailing out of the victim's muzzle, and he could easily put two-and-two together.

"What happened?" Questioned the observer, his tone borderline demanding of the younger Ascendant. He stood firm, noticeably a little tense and ready to move quickly should Lazarus react in aggression.