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The moonless night felt sharp as ice, like the very eyes of the universe were able to see through the thousand stars down to earth. It tickled uncomfortably the lonely hind's fur, it sticking up, making her look bigger than usually. She however felt herself so small and worthless, walking without mindful steps, climbing the mountainside towards the pools up on the cliffs. She needed to wash it away, she needed to get rid of the evidence. The smell of blood reeking from the cervitaur was not her own, but it was her own. It muddied her senses and thoughts, and left behind just an animalistic instinct, as she sulked further up. The path was familiar for her even in darkness and as soon as she reached the top, she almost stumbled down to the water, disappearing underneath the surface. After emerging, the air was filled with scent of the warm pool, but she couldn't bluff her nose. She still smelled the blood. Pedonhammas swam over the pool all the way to the other side, clinging on the

Part one: [IoS] Clashing Authority —-- ‘’You reckon I should’ve bit him on the face?’’ —-- Otso almost snorted out loud, his high-held posture almost crumbling and shattering to the ground after he stomped with his hoof onto the cold cavern ground, his head slowly tilting to face Peto. “I wish you had, however, Time would tell you to meet your demise in The Maw.” He replied, his whole facade shivering under his utmost care to not laugh now. “He had it coming at least… But no can do, when our leader sees the surfacer as a valuable addition.” What addition? Otso did not dare to dip into further detail, it made him almost gag as he turned his head to squint into the darkness of the cave. They had to return after all. “We can talk further in my quarters… For now, I wish to not risk bumping into The Fodder or any lower ranks…” - The genuine smile hid Peto's teeth, as she squinted her eyes in a satisfied expression. Otso was the closest she could call a friend inside the Waning Pendulum