what you want me to be || MURDER OF ROYALRIDDLER

[arcy]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim is ... used to blood and death. A lot more used to it than most people should be. It pervaded his childhood, loomed over his entire life. ... He's seen plenty of gruesome deaths, more so than this. It doesn't mean that it wasn't a shock, the blood and gore. The canine comes to a halt next to Feverdream, and a grimace pulls his expression.
.. He's not sure who this is. Jim has to, cautiously, approach the body to sniff it, and fights not to recoil against the death stench. .. A Tanglewooder, just under the blood and another group's scent. That he can recognize. He backtracks to Feverdream's side, ears flattening back as he frowns.
".. Someone will probably recognize them," He decides to Feverdream. His chest feels heavy. He remains composed, but there's a sort of .. sadness, upset, on his face. This was gruesome. Who the hell would do something like this? Because Jim has a thing to say to them. This was just .. cruel.
"Hey, over here!" Jim turns on his paws to shout. The blood scent would probably be covered by the mud after a certain point that his voice could, in fact, reach.

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