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[TIMBRE.]

"you would listen to a dead man, killed by his own husband for truth?" Timbre cooed softly into the well of the day. The lion slinking deeper into the grotto that he found the group secluded away into. Black fur bright and slick with the blood of a recent kill. "Johny has every right to be mad, that is- if his words are true" It was interesting, how everyone quickly took the side of an already once over deadman. What did he have to loose in this interaction? Nothing, save for gaining his old rank to throw the blame. But Chaz could be tricky, it could be true. hmm

Soft red eyes looked down at the pinned guru. "I say we kill the both of them, for the trouble this is. We have mother." The lion offered up, stepping next to ninazu. A soft chuckle escaped him at Chaz's desperate pleas, eyes flashing in want- to act, to dismantle the other's own words and story but - oh Chaz was doing it to himself here. "That wasn't an explanation Chaz. Why don't you tell us what happened hm? Start from Johny boy's own death. Remind us how he died, dear guru."

His own memory was shoddy at best, and he could use the referrer. The guru mourning? Timbre couldn't honestly remember a time that the healer wasn't the way he was now, a blank face to the name. Drugging and healing in equal measure his clan mates. He looked towards ninazu, a silent question- did she remember it?