STOLEN LIES || "Death" + Development

[ninazu]

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Snapping a snarl, the ardent pressed forward into the frail woman’s mind – it made no difference whether this feline was Rhiannon or Rhiannon’s killer. The ardent dared to do as she pleased, especially when she needed to be sure of someone’s identity. Without clairvoyance or a trustworthy member with the ability, peaking into the mind remained the best way to know. And when had Ninazu cared about personal freedoms, like privacy? If she knew how to wield her magic earlier in her life, her path wouldn’t have taken her on the medical tract.

Peaking into the memory of the snow leopard’s manipulations, the woman’s snarl faded to an expression of quite satisfaction. Her instincts solved this little problem; she certainly felt glad she thought to check, otherwise the group might’ve lost its only erudite out of reckless revenge. “You killed a useless slave on a hunch – I see nothing wrong with that,” Ninazu stated, glancing at Lucky to see if he understood the situation. Nobody called her Nina but Rhiannon; frankly, she’d probably gut anyone else that butchered her name; the marauder appeared clever, but she’d explain if he had his doubts about who stood in front of them.

Looking back to Rhiannon, the lioness suppressed the urge to sigh. If Rhiannon wanted to body hop, she had no problem with that – but killing her own snow leopard body in the process and picking such a frail sleeve? Rhiannon usually presented as intelligent – this whole situation, with its half-cocked plan and disastrous results, stank of dumb emotional bullshit. “It’s alright, we’ll get you back to the pyramids. Perhaps some hot chocolate or coffee will help?” she suggested, thinking of the best way to keep Rhiannon calm while they moved her to a better location – it wouldn’t make sense to let her freak out again and fight them on getting back. But with the smell of emotional bullshit in the air, Ninazu couldn’t properly guess how Rhiannon would react. But she knew that, if the feline blew up at her again right now, they’d need to drag her back – preferably not kicking and screaming.

// no worries, this is a late reply myself psh

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