WON'T MATTER TOMORROW ☆ o, missing

Quiet. It was deathly silent in the main cavern, around the area of where Fragglerock's nest laid. The pile of bedding laid undisturbed and abandoned, with the scent of the boy that had once inhabited it being a day old, at least. Unfortunately, it would be some time until the rabbit – or lion, depending on the day – would come to inhabit it once more, unless something was done.

That morning, a group of NPCs from The Golden Eye had left the territory, following after the scent trail that Fraggle had left behind. The day before, Fragglerock had told said group that he was heading out to explore, explaining that he wanted to see just a bit outside of the territory. The NPCs had initially been hesitant, but the cub had reassured them that he would be back soon, and that they could come after him if he wasn't back within a few hours. Needless to say, he hadn't returned within a few hours. In fact, the night had come and gone, and there was no sign of the pebbleclaw's return. So, the group of NPCs had set out, following the slowly deteriorating and stale scent trail of Fraggle as it led past the border of The Golden Eye, and into the neutral lands. It only seemed to keep going and going, until eventually it came to an end – but not where Fraggle was. Instead, the group found themselves frozen at the edge of a desert, the smell of another group heavy on the air. Nearby, Frag's scent lingered, along with dried blood staining the sand.

The rush back to The Golden Eye's territory was frantic, with the NPCs practically stumbling over each other as they scrambled to reach the rocky plateaus once more. The entire group was panting as they re-entered the main cavern, with many others nearby looking at them curiously, wondering what had them looking so panicked. There was a certain amount of hesitation on the air, before finally the leader of the small group of NPCs stepped forward. His voice shook as he called out, sounding anxious and distraught, "Arlo! Aesior! Everyone... Fragglerock is missing. He... he went out beyond the border to explore, and we were able to track his scent, but... someone took him. We got to the border of a desert, and there was... there was blood on the sand, and his scent led deeper inside. We believed that The Pitt may have him." It was dreadful news for one to deliver, especially when said NPCs were partially responsible. Still, it needed to be reported, or else there was a chance that Fraggle would never be returned. That he would end up another skull buried beneath the sands of The Pitt's desert.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?

"CALL ME MAVERICK"

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screaming and shouting from useless members really didn't help his foggy head in the slightest, especially about fraggle missing and blood everywhere. he had been with the group that recieved news from the rabbit that he wanted to go, but the guard had then made no move to stop him. let the boy think he can simply do whatever he wants and leave camp whenever he wants. serves him right to  be taken away.
cold as his heart was he still couldn't help but feel a tinge of worry-fraggle was still young, very young. frown creased his brow as he snarled for the npcs to shut the fuck up, then pinned one in place and shouted for another one to fetch arlo. "where at the desert?" came the harsh murmur, optics narrowing and venom dripping from his lips. best to get as much information out of them before the leader arrived.

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[glow=black,1,400]I'M MERCILESS ! — [abbr=CLEOPATRA "CLEO" THEMA, TALONGUARD (sHP), THE GOLDEN EYE, 6 YEARS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

"Didn't they say that The Pitt might have him?" Cleopatra answered Damion's question with a snort, frowning in thought as she watched the guy pin down one of the NPC's to shut them up. Honestly, the woman couldn't care less about what happened to Fragglerock - In fact, good riddance. Although she was curious about this group that the NPCs brought up; perhaps she would visit them later at some point. Maybe strike a deal with them, who knows?

"If they suspect The Pitt has the Herbivore -" Cleo went on in replying to Damion. "- then they aren't going to trespass. The territory belongs to them and quite frankly, I don't think its very smart to march onto enemy territory."[glow=black,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

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His gut twisted in two. At least, it felt like his, the hair on his back standing straight up. Slowly, the draconic spikes along his spine stood up as he stepped out of his den. Destructively cold anger swirled around his heart, and those red eyes of his were no longer kind and soft. They looked like a killer's, something that felt out of paw for Arlo. He spoke quietly, and yet his words carried across the cavern.

"I don't think it was very wise to let him outside the territory." Those were the first words out of his mouth. His cruel gaze shifted towards the NPCs, before back towards the collection of members before him. "I'll be having a discussion with those responsible." He stated, Arlo's words a cold promise of punishment. His eyes closed, some of his fur laying down but the spike remained active. Thoughts started to circle his mind. While Cleo was right, it wasn't a wise idea to march onto territory bigger then theirs, they couldn't leave Fraggle there alone either. Arlo exhaled through his mouth, eyes opening.

"We'll be going after him, but as a small concise squad. What little I know about them, I know that the majority if not all of the groups on this island will not harm a child." Arlo said. His words were cool and calculated now, some of that anger ebbing away. An exhale left him. "We go in and negotiate first. I have no doubt they'll hand Fraggle back over." He stated.

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[glow=black,1,400]I'M MERCILESS ! — [abbr=CLEOPATRA "CLEO" THEMA, TALONGUARD (sHP), THE GOLDEN EYE, 6 YEARS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

"Other than they live in a desert and are a larger group? Not sure." Cleopatra replied to Sethiram's question regarding what they knew about The Pitt. Ears flicked as Arlo approached, with Cleopatra watching the tom closely. "I will be going." She declared, not offering a chance for Arlo to argue - or at least, she didn't think he should argue back with her.[glow=black,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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The cries of the desperate NPCs reached his ears, his skin pricking beneath his fur. Fragglerock. His son. He wasn't his yet, but that boy was his son. Stiff the legs that followed the group in, his eyes narrowed and tail lashing. He doubted he'd heard right. They let the child go out on his own, even with a child's promise. Fraggle was a child and trusted others too easily. A child was decisive until it became scary. There was no new trace of his son in camp. The fur along his spine was twitching and ruffling, cold gray eyes darkening the further he listened.

He could feel an anger, a rage that boiled deep inside his heart, roaring and beating through him. it was vicious as the instincts he held in check. His body might be smaller but he'd been a soldier and a guardian of the god of death. The wars he'd long left behind itched under his coat. They'd taken his son, the one person he should be able to protect. They'd taken an innocent child, even if he had gone to their border. He couldn't calm the flame of rage in his chest, narrow slitted pupils holding Arlo in their view as his tail lashed.

His words weren't necessary. He didn't need to be allowed to go. This was his family, a person he was sworn to protect. If he was told to stay behind, he would ignore such an order. He would go by himself if forbidden to go. Pebbles rattled around his paws, Gladiolus flowers exploding into life upon his shoulders and around his paws. "I'll move alone if I'm made to stay behind." he attempted to announce. It wasn't a threat - it was a direct promise.

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✯ — MALE. THE GOLDEN EYE. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.

"CALL ME MAVERICK"

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"thema, shut the hell up." came the snarl. she obviously had no regard for a fucking clanmate whatsoever. what live was hers worth if she didn't care about one of her own? optics  narrowed as they locked in on her throat he turn turned as arlo approached, looking rather scary. the hellhound released the npc and stood next to the vanguard with a snort, running a  bloodred tongue over crossed jaws, nodded to himself as everyone gradually expressed interest to join the patrol to get him back. "i'm not so sure it's a good idea we let cleopatra come, arlo." leant over to murmur to the feline, tail flicking and digging grooves into the ground. "i fear she might strike a deal with the pitt and use 'helping fragglerock get back' as an excuse to scout them out. i'm coming too."

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[glow=black,1,400]I'M MERCILESS ! — [abbr=CLEOPATRA "CLEO" THEMA, TALONGUARD (sHP), THE GOLDEN EYE, 6 YEARS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

The snap Damion shot at her came as a surprise, with Cleopatra blinking for a moment. She was surprised that the hellhound snapped at her in such a way, since he never really seemed to care for Fragglerock too much, either. But maybe that was just her and her lack of paying attention to the rabbit-turned-lion. "I'm just saying that its dangerous to go into enemy territory on your own, especially if its always been proven that they'll attack." Cleopatra tried to defend herself with a shrug. She, fortunately, wasn't able to hear the murmur Damion spoke to Arlo, though she didn't like how quiet Damion was speaking, her eyes narrowing into slits as she watched the canine.[glow=black,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]