MINUTES OF SILENCE / IDK WHAT THIS IS

[HONEYGUIDE]

[align=center]

//i'm feckin late but thank you!!

Honeyguide didn't have much of an attachment to that vault, not when from the moment he existed he knew those around him would fall to his claws. It wasn't a home when he spent every waking second planning their deaths, evaluating their skills just as his mother trained him to do, and, again as she'd taught him, he had made himself likable. He was sociable, charming, humorous. Everyone knew him, and no one had a harsh word about him, even those naturally cantankerous- except for one person, who had existed on the periphery of them all. A bit quiet, agreeable in his own way, more prone to walking alone. Nice when he wanted to be. He'd seemed impervious to all of Honeyguide's attempts to charm and beguile, barely acknowledging overt attempts at conversation, sparing a greeting and little more because somehow, he wasn't interested. The leopard knew he would be a challenge later, too.

So few of the others were. The stragglers -those last to leave the vault- were quick to fall prey to him, taken by surprise and betrayal. One he arranged a bit of a fall down the stairs on the hillside. A tragic accident. A few he lured away, offering to travel together, and later, he hid their bodies in the den of a bear.

Washington wasn't last on his list, but he was a little past halfway down a long charter of names. They weren't needed for rebuilding anyway, not when the world wasn't the shithole they were all told it'd be. Close, but not quite. No one would miss them when they were all gone.

Not him.

The leopard watched from high branches, quietly slipping from tree to tree, until the wolf below stopped at the border and sat, all polite. Honeyguide allowed him a few moments to settle into position before leaping down, attempting to drop onto the wolf's back, claws at his shoulders.
[align=right][i]INFORMATION