03-03-2021, 02:08 AM
Death. Blood. Rot. The trio of scents hit Aurum directly in the face that day, the tiger having been heading back from a border patrol when it did. He had instantly recoiled, jaws parting and ears flattening against his head at the unpleasant combination. He already knew what was going on before Atbash's message reached him, although his heart still sunk upon hearing it. He had become well acquainted with death in the past, and he didn't want to deal with another loss so soon after everything had calmed down. However, he knew he couldn't just avoid the entire situation. So, with a heavy sigh, the angel moved off in the direction of the scent, finding that it wasn't long until he came across the small group.
The sight of Seven's mutilated body was enough to make even him pause, his gaze darkening with grief. He had little idea of what had happened to her, but it seemed as though he was far from the only one. With a heavy heart, Aurum moved over to where the girl's body had been placed down, pressing his nose lightly against her shoulder. He muttered as he pulled his head back, shaking it, "It doesn't smell like it was the work of The Pitt, or The Coalition... I think it was a more personal matter. But if there was another body... it seems she handled it herself." A heavy sigh left him, one paw briefly pressing against his own temple before he continued, "Moth... she'll be devastated..." He wished there was something he could do, but there was nothing to be done, at this point. The only thing left to do was to give her a proper burial. A proper Tangler send-off. He had really hoped that he wouldn't have to hold another one so soon.
The sight of Seven's mutilated body was enough to make even him pause, his gaze darkening with grief. He had little idea of what had happened to her, but it seemed as though he was far from the only one. With a heavy heart, Aurum moved over to where the girl's body had been placed down, pressing his nose lightly against her shoulder. He muttered as he pulled his head back, shaking it, "It doesn't smell like it was the work of The Pitt, or The Coalition... I think it was a more personal matter. But if there was another body... it seems she handled it herself." A heavy sigh left him, one paw briefly pressing against his own temple before he continued, "Moth... she'll be devastated..." He wished there was something he could do, but there was nothing to be done, at this point. The only thing left to do was to give her a proper burial. A proper Tangler send-off. He had really hoped that he wouldn't have to hold another one so soon.
— Reggan