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Iscariot · 09-27-2024, 07:14 PM

The feeling of being hunted, being tracked, being chased down... it was inescapable. Iscariot carried the weight on her shoulders, or at least, she had until now. Bringing trouble to the Syndicate's doorstep wasn't going to be on her head. She wasn't going to be the tipping point, the reason for them losing their foothold. A scorned traveling companion, a man who thought himself a lover, a man who meant nothing in the grand scheme of things... he'd been after her. He'd been after the girl, and he'd nearly gotten to her.

Nearly. Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, and Iscariot was similar only to the latter. Doubling back, she'd thrown the bastard from her scent and turned the hunter into the hunted. Bounty hunter by trade, it wasn't difficult, though the process was tedious. It had taken time, far more than she would have liked. Still, Iscariot wasn't going to be the liability. She'd handled things herself, and made short work of that greasy fuck when the time came.

Returning to the Syndicate after time had passed, slipping back into life as normal. Iscariot blends back to the world she'd left as if nothing was wrong, as if nothing had happened. Pretending nothing had happened, and that she's fine. Physically, she is. The girl simply takes up watch over the Sound in her usual spot, watching the Belugas within the Sound. A calf from earlier this year is looking far larger, far healthier than before. One of the older members of the pod trails behind, some of its vitality sapped away. Fidgeting idly with the wolf vertebrae on a newly crafted necklace, Iscariot simply sits. Watches. Studies.

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