death has arrived

Her parents were gone. She knew Indigo would have let her stay if she'd asked, but she hadn't wanted to. Didn't want to speak; she was meant to be cold and unfeeling, not above such things...but parallel, out of reach. But it hurt all the same, an ache in her chest that pained her more than the healing scar hidden beneath her thick fur. But beyond all that there was a rage she didn't quite know what to do with, felt unwieldy in her grip- like a weapon she ought to blugeon someone with. And yet, if they had killed her Father, a talented fighter no less, what chance did she stand?

Seeking out Bjorn in the darkness of the crypt, she walked slowly, mismatched eyes taking a moment to adjust.

"If I join, would you kill someone for me?"