the end of the line

[Garnet Massacre]

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OoC: IC: She was still searching for her mother, though by now she was getting frantic. Everything had been all right and dandy until she had discovered her mother had disappeared. Garnet felt horrible, responsible, like it was her fault for not watching her mother more closely. She felt that because of all the time she had spent with Jazper, she hadn’t been able to keep her promise to Asphyxia. The coyote felt a sickening sensation in her gut; doubt, worry. What if her mother was hurt, or worse, because Garnet hadn’t been around to save her? To protect her, just like she had promised? Garnet snorted and kicked at the dirt beneath her paws. This was made slightly easier as the female was in Optime form, mostly because it gave her a better view of the land. She was looking for others, hoping desperately that they had seen her mom. Someone. Anyone. And she saw him, crouched over something; a wolf. The wolf with dusty-yellow fur and tear-marked face. A snarl came to her lips as the coyote marched over to the male, smelling blood on the wind. She raised an eyebrow as she spotted the bloody mass of black feathers he was eating, but didn’t let that stop her from calling out. ”Hey! Hey, you! Can’t find anything better than crow?”

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