An End to a new Beginning
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[07:11:58] Crow eturned to his tent with Hecate at his side, the sleen moving with the quiet confidence of an animal that had little interest in wasting energy. He had slept remarkably well at the inn with Neeve, which had done much to improve his disposition. Now, however, he stood before the entrance to his…
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[03:27:46] Crow stepped onto the docks of Selnar with the unmistakable air of a man who had slept too little and had even less patience to spare. The journey had done little to improve his mood, and the set of his jaw suggested that whoever decided to test it would be doing so at their…
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[02:31:42] Crow entered his tent, already looking forward to the few hours of quiet that passed for sleep in the life of a Killer. He had barely begun to loosen the fastenings of his tunic when something caught his attention. A smell. An unmistakable, rather unpleasant smell that had no business lingering quite so strongly…
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[04:27:45] Crow stood at the firepit. His eyes drifted to the candidate. There was something in his gaze that was already a warning. “Some candidates remember me very well … by the blisters upon their hands. Their obsession with fire. He would put some logs into place and lit up the fireplace. “You failed to…
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[02:08:36] Crow (melchior.wardell) had been watching. He had seen Arsus give the man a command. He had not intervened. There was no raised voice. No sudden movement. Only the quiet weight of his gaze settling upon the seeker. Crow’s eyes dropped briefly to the man’s feet before returning to his face. “You moved.” He allowed…
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[10:56:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) couldn’t help but to spy Kedja with something strapped to her thigh. Curious perhaps, or was it the strong pull she had upon him that made him approach her. “What is that?”he asks pointing to the dagger. If something rubbed him the wrong way it was a slave wearing weaponry. [10:58:48] KeDjA…
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There are some stories that end. And there are others that simply disappear beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to be remembered. For a long time, she was known as Amber. Before that, she had been called Raven. Nightshade. Synin. Niamh. And once, long before the years of collars, cities, captivity and loss,…
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[11:25:47] Crow (melchior.wardell) approached Hecate quietly, his thoughts still on what he had found beneath Kazoo’s collar. He reached into one of the pockets of his belt and drew out the old, bloodstained piece of cloth. He held it out for her to investigate, watching her reaction carefully. “Scent.” His fingers closed around the cloth…
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[01:16:42] Crow (melchior.wardell) entered the compound quietly, his attention immediately settling on Kazoo. He did not approach the sleen directly. Trust, he had learned, was easier to build when the beast was given a choice. Today, however, he needed answers. The injury needed proper examination, and the old collar beneath Kazoo’s fur had raised more…
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[12:15:33] Crow (melchior.wardell) took Hecate through her usual daily walk, allowing the great sleen to set a comfortable pace rather than pushing her. She had been fed beforehand, so there was little reason for hunger to dictate her behaviour today. That, however, did not mean he stopped watching her. Every so often he slowed, calling…
