02-20-2009, 08:49 PM
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The wolf was a sniveling little coward. He would pose no threat to him, even if he wouldn't leave. Though if he seriously tried to interfere with the investigation he would scare him off. Hopefully it wouldn't come to actually hurting him, but no one had ever died of a broken finger. He did his best to never hurt civilians, but when they wouldn't stop pushing him sometimes he had no choice. If they wanted to obstruct justice then they would have to deal with the inevitable consequences. The foreigner continued to shadow him and yelled something at him again (if one could call that a yell), but Onus did his best to simply ignore it. As long as the annoyance kept his hands to himself he could watch and pout all he wanted. His mind ticked as he stared at the limbs. Left. Left. Why the left? Obviously the killer had had some reason for it, no matter how insane it may have been. Perhaps...they had lost an arm? And wanted to take it from others, even though they were dead? To a normal mind it wouldn't make any sense, but to the mind of a mass murderer it probably did. It was only a theory though, and one he wouldn't stake the whole case on. An idea came to him. Masked eyes turned back to the whimpering man. Was he a member of a pack? Those that lived here should be notified that a killer was on the loose. He could easily do such a thing himself, but perhaps if he could explain it he could get this guy off his back. "Pack? You live in a pack?" The chances of him understanding were slim, he knew, but he didn't know how else to communicate. "Should warn them. Whoever did this is dangerous."  |