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

Charon, closest to Ayon out of all her younger siblings, felt terribly off the last few days - and she doubted all of the bad voodoo came from the blasted meeting. She still remembers Prestige's broken body, seeing it whenever she shuts her eyes for even a wink; she feels less safe in the mansion than she used to. Like Night, she spent most of her time now in her room with the door closed, reading by candlelight and desperately trying to rediscover the power that brought lightning to her paws. She also grows colder to those outside her family, and especially to the Simul Stamus; she holds Jiyu personally responsible, as the guard.

Spotting the small kitten heading towards her - in the direction of the kitchen, as far as she can tell - the young cheetah's fur fluffs as she remembers his face at the meeting. And she knows, in her bones, that he isn't alright; like how she knows that Ayon isn't alright.

"Night, were are you going?" she asks him, wandering over to his side. Her gangling legs make even her slowest walk far outpace his, so she slows to a snail's pace to walk beside him. Oblivious to his three-day disappearance, she nevertheless knows he is haunted by the meeting, and so she attempts to comfort him with a touch to his shoulder with her fluffy tail. As his older sister, she wants to help him.

TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM

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