.:*☆ BLOOD ON MY HANDS — RETURN

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BENNY G.

cosette's disappearance had been.. unsettling, to say the least. benny didn't want to believe she had disappeared as melantha or dante had. faded into irrelevancy like so many others that had since benny's arrival. unfortunately the fox had no leads as to where to go looking; though it probably shouldn't have been an excuse...

she was covered in blood. she was dying.

she's covered in blood.

he thought it was hers, it had to be. she didn't fight.

paws heavy, drowsy with lack of sleep and stress, stumbled toward cosette. had this been months before, where he didn't feel any attachment to her. when she was still a silly game to tease and play with; he would have been able to cover up his concern. now, though, it was written clear on his face.

"cozy..." benny murmured, muscles tense as he heard her tell of her capturers. he should have guessed, but he hadn't wanted to believe it. baby blues looked up from cosette to stryker, ears folded back. "I want the son of a bitch who did this to her." it was an indirect plea to march onto their shores and obliterate the ones who had done this. he could feel himself begin to tremble as his blood boiled thinking about what he would do to them.

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