12-10-2018, 01:24 AM
☁ Bucky Barnes; he had been one of Pierce's peers, once. They had joined Sunhaven at essentially the same time but life had evidently brought them in two very very different directions, one having completely moved clans (though that hadn't originally been by choice), and the other having taken over the other clan, which Pierce, if he was being perfectly honest, had had no idea had happened. He couldn't help but be slightly relieved that he had moved clans- he had never liked Bucky much; thought he was a bit of an asshole. Had he been wrong? Considering a few of his experiences back in Sunhaven and some things he'd heard here, he was going to go with no.
However, despite his dislike for Sunhaven's current leader, Pierce couldn't help but feel badly for the rest of the Sunhaveners currently recovering from the loss of one of their own. Back in his first clan, there had been attacks far too often, including captures and murders, and it could be rough, even if you didn't know the victims personally. When you're in a clan, it's kind of like most of your clanmates are a part of you, in a way, and you have a sort of responsibility to them- losing one always felt like a sort of failure to Pierce. That was only him, of course, and lately, he'd felt that sentiment beginning to fade.
Drawn over by the overpowering stench of blood, he approached after Susie, placing himself near Clarence, who was pretty much the only person here he'd really spoken to before. Pierce looked Bucky up and down, his gaze flicking over to the gruesome pile of flesh and bone at the other's paws. It could barely be considered a body anymore, only barely intact. Memories of clanmates and family bloodied and mangled resurfaced only momentarily, for Pierce pushed them aside and instead fixed amber optics upon Bucky. Not greeting his former clanmate in any way, the serval simply questioned, "So you have no idea how exactly they were killed?" Some sort of weapon could have been used, though it would take quite a bit of dedication - a kill fueled by raw emotion rather than a purposeful, planned one - to mangle a corpse in such a way with a weapon such as a sword or a knife. Most likely, the killer had been in the body of a big cat or canine, but even then, there was no way to be certain.
"speech"
However, despite his dislike for Sunhaven's current leader, Pierce couldn't help but feel badly for the rest of the Sunhaveners currently recovering from the loss of one of their own. Back in his first clan, there had been attacks far too often, including captures and murders, and it could be rough, even if you didn't know the victims personally. When you're in a clan, it's kind of like most of your clanmates are a part of you, in a way, and you have a sort of responsibility to them- losing one always felt like a sort of failure to Pierce. That was only him, of course, and lately, he'd felt that sentiment beginning to fade.
Drawn over by the overpowering stench of blood, he approached after Susie, placing himself near Clarence, who was pretty much the only person here he'd really spoken to before. Pierce looked Bucky up and down, his gaze flicking over to the gruesome pile of flesh and bone at the other's paws. It could barely be considered a body anymore, only barely intact. Memories of clanmates and family bloodied and mangled resurfaced only momentarily, for Pierce pushed them aside and instead fixed amber optics upon Bucky. Not greeting his former clanmate in any way, the serval simply questioned, "So you have no idea how exactly they were killed?" Some sort of weapon could have been used, though it would take quite a bit of dedication - a kill fueled by raw emotion rather than a purposeful, planned one - to mangle a corpse in such a way with a weapon such as a sword or a knife. Most likely, the killer had been in the body of a big cat or canine, but even then, there was no way to be certain.
"speech"