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[align=center][align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: times new roman; color: black;"]Oh, this was going to work very well. Cap was walking over, was talking to him, like he was another clanmate. He didn't seem to be bothered too much by his outer shell, the one that had just an inkling of his inner workings. The cruel, creepy smile still remained on his bone face, and he nodded towards the jungle, his tail swaying behind him. "It's not far in, but its a little trek. And of course, nothing will happen with me around." Decius loved telling little white lies.

Except, they weren't white, they were black and malicious, painted with venom that would kill the innocence in Cap's mind. Primus turned, waving him towards the jungle, walking to the place he had in mind. His ears twitched as he walked. Yes, he would paint him red, carve cruel things into his skin. His red eyes flickered with anger, and betrayal. This was for Deldrach. She would see it coming, he knew that she would.

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