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[center][size=6][emoji=crescent moon 2][b][u]The Nighttime[/u][/b][emoji=crescent moon 2][/size][/center] [quote=The Kill] [center][emoji=skull] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ [emoji=skull][/center] Winter nights can be incredibly still. A heavy silence hung about the clan and perhaps a cold sting threatened a blizzard not far off. And yet, that did not stop Melinoe from paying a fond visit to Visia, returning home feeling quite exhausted. She closed the door with a sigh, shutting out the world, the voices, deciding it was something to be dealt with another day. Now calm, she fell with a heavy slump into bed, letting the comfort settle... But not for long. There had been a slight shuffle behind her and it was no whisper. Such a surprise had been intentional, the dragon that had previously been unnoticed seized the moment of confusion and attacked; Melinoe let out a cry as her side was suddenly cut open. With one swipe from her assailant it was clear the fight was over, but a second and a third swipe followed to ensure the attempt was successful. Whispers unheard by the killer turned to agitated chatter and then to a chaotic mess of lamenting anger and fear. Despite it all, after the initial shock, Melinoe raised her head slowly to glare at the murderer with a fury as cold as the icy air outside. Her breathing grew heavier, but before she dragged in her last breath she managed to let out a snarl. “May karma turn those bloodied paws back at [i]you.[/i]” The killer stood without a word in reply for a while to watch Melinoe’s chest still, and then turned their head to promptly leave and quietly shut the door with a click. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Melinoe would be found dead by the clan in her den the next morning. Still. Just like it usually is on those winter nights. [/quote] [emoji=ping][b]What a Melinoe-choly ending.[/b] [u]Melinoe was a guard.[/u] [tl;dr: summary ] The killer snuck into Melinoe’s den and sliced her until she could move no more. [emoji=comment]The Voting starts now, put in your post who you would vote to exile as the Killer. You may also discuss or put in your assumptions/facts [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325]here[/url] until The Voting ends. And if you still haven’t joined the Discord, hurry and do so [url=https://discord.gg/XQpNSZ4]here[/url]! [emoji=snowflake]I’m changing this game a little by setting you all to play in the winter season and have the weather change, hope it’s fun :3 [emoji=snowflake] [emoji=gold crown]Flasha, you may appoint a Second-in-command, if applicable. [emoji=subscription update]@Winterrox66 @HolyShipper @Yakusoku15 @craftbaobao2 @MediaeLycan @Arilia @GayScreeching @Greyh0und @SoaringFlame @Darkmoonbreeder @banii @creationsWrath @Ragsy @ThanosBottomText @Relics [quote=Current Allegiances] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/201018/2a1e28e53104f214dfd369171d358f6f.png[/img] [emoji=gold crown][b]Leader:[/b] Flasha | Female | Spiral | Darkmoonbreeder | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/501#post_44945753]Link[/url] [emoji=silver crown][b]Second-in-command:[/b] N/A [emoji=deer skull size=1][b]Demon:[/b] Vars | Male | Skydancer | ThanosBottomText | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/507#post_44970607]Link[/url] [emoji=Coliseum Team][b]Warrior:[/b] Orias | Male | Tundra | GayScreeching | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/500#post_44944862]Link[/url] [emoji=rainbow star 2][b]Wizard:[/b] Vayle | Male | Skydancer | SoaringFlame | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/500#post_44944947]Link[/url] [emoji=ivy leaf][b]Silent Archer:[/b] Vidarr | Male | Tundra | MediaeLycan | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/500#post_44944973]Link[/url] [emoji=wind balloon][b]Traveler:[/b] Pumpkin | Female | Coatl | Arilia | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/501#post_44945001]Link[/url] [emoji=book 2 size=1][b]Travelling Bard:[/b] Sandy | Female | Snapper | Relics | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/501#post_44945979]Link[/url] [s][emoji=skull size=1][b]Spirit Medium:[/b] Melinoe | Female | Bogsneak | Winterrox66 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/501#post_44946185]Link[/url][/s] [emoji=net size=1][b]Hunter:[/b] Selden | Female | Mirror | craftbaobao2 | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/501#post_44946289]Link[/url] [emoji=left wing size=1][b]Hunter/Ghoul:[/b] Morrison | Male | Skydancer | Ragsy | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/502#post_44948729]Link[/url] [emoji=cloud size=1][b]Professional flyer:[/b] Visia | Female | Nocturne | HolyShipper | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/502#post_44949052]Link[/url] [emoji=ceramic jar size=1][b]Artisan:[/b] Ahtra | Male | Mirror | Greyh0und | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/506#post_44953998]Link[/url] [emoji=firework size=1][b]Shapeshifter mage:[/b] Gemini | Male | Coatl | Yakusoku15 | [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/506#post_44960851]Link[/url] [emoji=snowflake size=1][b]Winter Spirit:[/b] Glacier | Male | Spiral | banii | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/506#post_44966130]Link[/url] [emoji=magnifying glass size=1][b]Tracker:[/b] Freude | Male | Skydancer | creationsWrath | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/503#post_44949405]Link[/url] [emoji=familiar heart][b]Relations:[/b] Gemini x Vayle -> ? ? x ? -> Orias, Vidarr ? x ? -> [s]Melinoe[/s], Visia [ 5 Female // 9 Male // 14 total ] [/quote]

After a long day of training, Visia could feel the burn in her bones when she made her way to her den, finding her sister waiting for her in front of the door. She landed next to Melinoe, playfully hiding her sister under her wings before pulling back and inviting her inside with a good natured chuckle. They joked around and talked about anything and everything as Visia prepared some tea, the relaxing smell of daisies soon filling the room.

She yawned after she took another sip of her second cup of tea, feeling content as she felt truly relaxed in the presence of another dragon. As nice as it was though, she could see a glint of uneasiness in Melinoe's eyes. So, she asked. "What is it, is your mama senses tingling?" The confused expression on the other's face quickly proved her wrong, so she tried again. "You look like auntie when she watches me try a new move; you're worried."

As she finished her tea, she rolled over into her nest, still actively listening and replying to her sister. "You know," she said, half laughing "maybe we should move in together - we can sleep on a nest too small for the both of us, hah, just like the good old days." The suggestion was only a joke if her sister didn't agree. She rolled over to lay on her stomach, as she supported her upper body with her wings to look at Melinoe. "No chance tonight though," she said, stretching her wings. "I'll need all the space tonight."

She watched as the bogsneak washed the cups and laid them to the side, internally thanking her sister for doing so, knowing that she'd have to get out of the bed and do it before sleeping, if not for her. She raised her wings for one last hug before Melinoe left, not knowing that she let her sister leave to meet her end.

She woke with the first rays of sun, putting her goggles on and tapping on them to make sure that they're secure, and she was ready to face the day.
Or so she thought.
The beginning of the day wasn't the hard part, no. Fifteen laps before breakfast was usual, no problem. She didn't pay much attention to the clan that was slowly waking up, dragons moving below her, doing things that didn't interest her.

Feeling the wind under her wings, she flew straight up like an arrow, feeling the pressure on her skull. She stopped when she reached the height that she desired, and after a second's worth of wait, she dove as fast as she could towards Melinoe's den. Shifting her weight to her side, she begun spinning in air, and dove face-first into a pile of snow, knowing that the snow would soften her fall. Standing up right and shaking the snow off of her body, Visia placed her goggles back on her head, uncovering her eyes. She was ready to wake her sister up for breakfast.

So, she knocked on the door. And she knocked again. She briefly looked at the sun - was she too early? - and no, she was there just on time. With a heavy chest, she opened the door. Everything seemed okay for a second. Then, she saw Melinoe laying in her nest, with an unusual red covering her body and bed.

She leaped the distance between the bed and the door within a second, even her feet getting wet didn't stop her from reaching out to touch her. A heartwrenching sob left her mouth as she pulled her sister close, trying to close the wound to the side with her claws as if that would heal it, make it all okay, bring her back.

But it didn't, and she knew it wouldn't. With her hands shaking, she laid the body back on the bed, tears filling her eyes and sobs escaping her mouth uncontrollably. Mel was right last night, something was wrong. But normally when things got out of hand, they'd get closer. They'd stick together, and face any challenge head on: They were a team.

She held her dead sister's cold claw in her warm one, begging for a reaction that never came.

When the sun rose over the horizon the tundra felt his maw part in a yawn moments before he even registered he had woken up. Smacking his lips he slowly stood up, stretching out and curling his toes as he woke himself up with the familiar stretches. With the last stretch he heard a faint "Mrmph?" from his back, causing a small chuckle to fall from his lips.

"Good morning to you too, Abbadon." While talking was far from common for the small tundra he always made sure to greet his familiar in the morning with a warm smile and soft words. Smiling to himself he slowly pulled on his armor, strapping his sword to his side before leaving the den he shared with his brother.

The snow underfoot provided a pleasant sound to accompany his morning walk though he knew the chill was unwelcome for some, namely Abbadon, when the little owlcat snuggled further into his thick winter coat. Taking in a deep breath of the crisp air he felt his paws take him on his normal route through the clan and around the boarder.

He had grown accustomed to the sight of little paw prints leading through the clan, rabbits, mice, and other small creatures who made their own rounds in the night always left tracks, nor did the lack of paw prints from other dragons bother him. It was early still, no one should really be out yet, except for-

Looking up towards the sky he saw the familiar sight of a deep blue nocture spiraling through the air. Visia's right on time this morning. The thought brought another small smile to his lips, it really did seem to be a wonderful winter morning.

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He hadn't ventured much further around the border before another deep breath brought with it the faint coppery scent of blood, his ears twitching as a sob echoed through the empty clan. Without a second thought he turned and ran, a disgruntled chirp following his decision as his body twisted; Abbadon would have to forgive him later, for now he needed to see what the hell had happened.

His paws thumped against the ground, the snow crunching underfoot echoed in his mind as he ran, the scent of blood growing stronger the closer he got. He only stopped when he reached the open door, soft green eyes falling on the sight before him as the thick scent of blood filled his nose; blood had never bother him before but in that moment he wished more than anything that he could purge the space of that scent.

He didn't doubt that Visia heard him approach, but either way he entered slowly before speaking, voice carrying through the dark and cutting through the quiet despair. "May I look at her?" Even from there he was certain she was gone, but if there was even the slightest glimmer of hope that the little bit of knowledge his father had imparted to him could help, he had to try. He could only imagine how Visia felt in that moment, he couldn't think how he would react if the body before him had been Vidarr but he knew that he had to help in any way he could.

Flasha arrived on the scene, holding a long scroll.
"Alright people. Please, we must properly dispose of the body and begin our investigation. Visia, dear, I know how badly you must be grieving. Morrison? please, come with me. Orias, help us with the body? Visia, let me make you some tea first," she said fluttering into the kitchen and starting a kettle.

Selden stretched and rolled over, her eyes fixed on the entrance of her den. Still tired, she got up and walked toward it, when she noticed a few dragons standing near Melinoe's den. She decided to see what what happening.

"What the heck is happe- Oh my Icewarden, what the heck?"

Her gaze shifted to Melinoe's dead body. Selden's eyes swept over each wound, studying them carefully, her eyes widening with each second. She regained her composure and spoke again.

"Who did this? What are we going to do about this?" Her voice wasn't as steady as she hoped it would be.

She shivered, but not because of the cold. The tense air, the blood, the fear that there was a killer among this clan, standing in front of her eyes, ready to backstab anyone at any moment.

Selden shook those thoughts away, hoping that the killer was just some random dragon passing by, or maybe a beastclan. She hastily returned to the warmth of her den to process what had happened, avoiding each of her clanmates.

Inside her den where she could be alone, she began to think about the murder. Who would have a motive to kill Melinoe? Perhaps the killer thought of her as a threat? Did they just do it for no reason in particular? But who'd do such a thing? And go to the trouble of doing it in the first place?

Pumpkin was awoken by Pirouette's poking. Standing, she stretched and yawned. A look outside told her that she had woken a little later than Pirouette usually asked her to wake up at, which was probably why she could detect Pirouette glaring at her from under her mask. "Sorry..." She mumbled.

Fluttering outside and letting Pirouette settle on her back, Pumpkin saw many dragons crowding around Melinoe's den. Frowning, she flew in-and instantly saw what everyone were gawking over.

For a moment, her mind reeled. Melinoe, and the rest of the Clan, were already like family to her. Why? How could anyone kill her?

And besides...Melinoe was someone Pumpkin was very curious about. Someone who could hear the whispers of the dead? Well, the BeastClans might actually want to know more about it. That was not good...

Pumpkin glanced to the crying Visia. Since Melinoe was her sister, it was understandable that she was upset.

"Visia, I'm sorry for your loss." She started up, moving closer to Visia. "She'll be in a safer, better place now..." She tried to comfort the Nocturne.

The forest had been quiet. In the mornings, they always were, but today was exceptionally silent. The animals had been scared away... but by what?

Freude cautiously made his way through the undergrowth. Since dawn broke, he had been going along his usual hiking trails, following old animal tracks. An abandoned birdnest here, a rotting carcass there, a familiar scream of horror in the distance... wait a minute.

Flapping his wings, the Skydancer jumped up through a tree bough, glided between a short gap in oak trunks and sped into the Clangrounds with haste.

Quite immediately, the familiar smell of dead corpse, usually from the end of an abandoned animal track, hit his nostrils, mixed in with scents of blood. However, the dead-body stench was much stronger than usual. If Freude had not been used to finding dead animals, he would have recoiled.

Instead, he grimaced behind his mask, freezing two noseplugs for himself and walking towards the dens, nodding towards his fellow clanmates.

What is going on, and why do I smell death outside of the forest? He signed with his claws.

(Also: I'm moving into a new house. I might be busy for a while, but I'll try my best to make time for this.)

His brothers quiet footsteps had not woken him, they usually didn't. Vidarr had an incredible ability to sleep like a rock around those he trusted, and be able to awake to the slightest odd noise. He also, after getting used to sleeping in the trees for nights on end, struggled to sleep in proper beds, so chose to hang a few branches to form a platform around where his bed would be. A larger area was visible in the centre, and little bits of his fur were scattered around, most likely from where they had been pulled off from sharper branches. He didn't mind; it was more comfortable like this! If someone looked closer at the pile of branches only he could call a bed, they would see an elevated area with a bird nest inside it. The look was completed with a few feathers, but it didn't look like it had been used in a while.

Finally, the Tundra made a quiet snort and blinked open his eyes. He listened for a few moments, but could not hear his brothers sleeping breaths or his familiars chirpy snores. Neither could the soft footfall of the warrior be distinguished. Having no choice but to wake now, he pulled himself to his feet and stretched. Putting on his healer's bag (gifted to him by his Pa) and his bow and quiver (from his Father), he moved quietly outside, but not before grabbing a pair of apples; It was custom for the brothers to go on patrol each morning, one going around the boundary one way, and one going the other, meeting in the middle and having something to eat together, and then continuing on.

His feet crunched in the snow and he grinned despite himself. Winter was one of his favourite seasons; new species of plants and animals flocking to the warmer areas of woods meant a lot of time spent researching and recording them.
And then he stopped smiling and cocked his head at the ground. Odd. There was his brothers footprints, slightly deeper due to their new winter coats, but there was eight other sets of footprints. No, wait, those were his brothers again, coming from another direction. They were wider apart, so Orias had been running, but what too?

Looking over, he saw Melinoe's den, crowded by 7 dragons as he suspected. A few hung outside, but the rest were squeezed into the den itself. Darting quickly over himself, his paws faltered inconspicuously as he saw how little room there was in the den. He'd always hated small spaces, preferring the wide expanse of forest, but now was not the time to get what he liked. He pushed the panic back down his throat and pushed his way into the den.

His eyes searched for a moment before resting on his brother: That brought some relief. He quietly pieced his way towards him, trying to quell his heart hammering in his chest. It was very dark.. and cramped and small.. but the door was farther away than he thought he could run. He finally reached Orias' side and, with a shuddering breath pressed himself quietly beside him. He only glanced up at his older brother for a moment, before smiling slightly and looking at the late Melinoe.

I'm sorry for your loss. He signed to Visia. He was unsure whether the Nocturne could understand him or not. He hoped, if it was the latter, that his features would say what he needed too, but again, he doubted. He was still trying to calm himself, and that might show instead of his sympathy.

@GayScreeching @HolyShipper

Sandy’s day had started as usual. She was an early riser, and so she had been awake in the crisp hours of the morning, enjoying a warm cup of tea on her front porch. The chill in the morning air caused her breath to fog up as she sipped. After the usual period of silence, she saw a blue streak dart through the sky, right on schedule. Visia. She smiled, although she doubted that the nocturne could see her from there. In quite possibly record time, the athlete finished her laps and dove back down to the ground, towards her sister’s house. All was going as it usually did.

But then the sob rent the air, causing the snapper to drop her teacup in shock. Had that been Visia’s voice? Her cup shattered into millions of pieces, but that wasn’t important right now; she could always buy a replacement from Ahtra. No, she had to find what had been so tragic that Visia, one of the strongest younglings she had ever met, would sob so violently.

Sandy was by no stretch of the imagination fast. She had risen from her seat and begun moving towards the clan immediately, but she was a heavy snapper, not to mention she certainly was not as young as she once was. By the time she reached Melinoe’s den, it seemed that half the clan had already arrived. The thick stench of blood now hung about the air. Body. That much she had heard Flasha say. Her chest tightened when she walked into the cozy home and found Visia, poor Visia, clutching her sister’s lifeless form. She didn’t cry, but her breathing certainly became heavier. Who would do this?

Immediately, she wanted to help Visia in any way she could, but everyone else seemed to be doing just that. She noticed Flasha making her way to the kitchen, but with an abnormal speed for herself she intercepted the spiral. “Flasha, dear, let me make the tea,” she said smoothly, her deep voice audible to the much smaller dragon over the chaos. “The clan needs a leader right now.” With that said, she turned into the kitchen and began brewing some warm tea.

(I vote for Morrison now because I don’t know how active I will be later)