But this is not justice

[Claudius Aston]

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[/html] The noises were deafening to Claudius even before the chanting began. The silence stretched on, enveloping everyone like the heavy mist. He felt the mist seep into his skin and he shivered a bit, wishing it wasn't quite so damp. The rain fell, off and on, and so he was mildly wet. His heart beat wildly in his chest as Maska spoke: part in English and part in Cherokee. This brought forth anger, for Maska knew many in AniWaya did not speak the tongue, but he still insisted in using it. Ceremonious words for a false ceremony. Claudius hoped Maska and all the guardians died.

A vicious smile flickered across his features before he frowned and looked away. As he heard the chants continue, he felt himself smiling again. Yes, he would be quite pleased if every single one of this stupid guardians died; while he thought he should feel some sort of kinship being from the same tribe, he felt like they had lost their rights to be called his tribemates.

Claudius trotted away from the group, hoping to slip out unnoticed.[html]

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