WEAK AND SPINELESS ; disappearance

[MAUDE P.]

[LUMIA CIPHER.]

Lumia's last encounter with Maude had been... interesting, to say the least. The two of them had ended up fighting, but somehow the young Cipher didn't have it in her to see the other in a negative light. After all, Mia had been trespassing in an effort to grab something for Danny. Besides, when she had managed to knock the other's mask off, and had seen her face... something had happened. She wasn't sure of what, but all she could remember was her heart beating faster than usual as she struck out once more, bolting at the first chance she got. Although it had been a unique experience, and she had ultimately been intrigued by Maude, she had figured she would never encounter the other again. In fact, she had figured she wouldn't have to deal with the Coalition as a whole anytime soon. That didn't seem to be the case, however.

The feline had been doing one of her usual patrols around the gate when she paused, noticing that something was... off. Danny's scent was around, but it was growing stale as the minutes passed, and there was another familiar scent nearby. The Coalition. With that realization, Lumia was quick to investigate the area, coming across scuff marks from Danny being rammed into the ground, and then dragged away. With a feeling of anxiety raising up in her chest, the blacksmith turned and shouted, hoping to catch the attention of anyone nearby, "Guys! The... The Coalition took Danny! I think he's in danger!" Really, Lumia should've been able to pick out that the Coalition scent was Maude, in particular. In her panic, however, she didn't even seem to notice, merely focused on getting Danny back home, where he belonged. The privateer didn't even know where to begin, though... they would need a raid, wouldn't they?

☆ — something's going on underneath your skin

[ROXANNE R.]

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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'The Coalition took Danny!'  An ice sank into the wolf's soul.  A deep wrath that set seagreen hues ablaze.  Keona's steps were slow and measured, ears flat.  Listening but not quite... Hearing yet.  Nose flaring.  Pacing the length of the scene.  Checking for any iron in the air.  Any sign of blood.

Even without finding any... Lumia was right.  He was likely in danger.  And the fury of the fact settled into her core.  Enraged anyone would dare take Danny away from them.

Danny.  Who cried when he thought she drowned.  Who's howl had grown so much stronger.  Who she met under the table in a storm.

Her head moved to a small nod.  "We will," a quiet, icy echo of Roxanne's promise.  Withholding a deeper, more violent decree.  Keona would rip them all apart if she had to.

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