MURDER MURDER & BLACK CONVERTIBLES | ascendants

MONROE

MALE — SUNHAVEN — WARDEN — HARD

There was a claim to having evidence and it was the fur. In a world like their own it could be inreliable as others could have cream and brown fur. Still they did have some type of evidence but the Warden was not gonna relent and his muzzle curled lightly as he dug his claws into the ground. His tense muscles were straining the gashes along his form and he wanted them to just leave and get away from them. ”I’m not takin ya word on this till I see it and the crime scene ya saw. Now I’ll ask ya again was there Sunhaven scent at the scene?” His eyes cut to the lion then and he moved toward her, finned tail lashing back and forth as he aimed to slap her face with his shark fin, more of an insult then anything. ”Ya don’t have a righ’ tae him unless Quantum says so now get off of him or I’ll make ya get off of him.” Turning around he looked to Bastille then and he wondered at why he let this one even come to Sunhaven if she wasn’t going to try and be civil about things. Death was harsh but attacking another group could cause more harm than the justice they were seeking.

#psychosocial.