When I fall apart, Promise in the dark The night drew on, Luce had been absent from his side for a bit now but he wasn't even sure of how long it had been. His eyes were narrowed as he seemed to stumble over his own paws into the sand. His head hung low and he was headed East. Or at least he thought so. What for? The words were mere whispers on the wind which brought him to a halt. His lips twitched as a low growl came up from his chest. His eyes were clouded. The glow of the smokes here wafted about and he wasn't sure how long he had been here but she had gotten more bold. Her red eyes were peering right back at his clouded eyes. His growl became a snarl as he snapped back at her. "Fuck off!!! You know exactly why bitch!" Her smug face was irking him. Luce was important to him and this damn demon was toying with him. He turned and shook his head, she wasn't worth his time. He was supposed to be going adventuring more with Luce, he had promised. He kept staggering forward and towards the way out, or so he hoped anyway. With no idea how long he had been in here he had no clue whether Luce was even ready to go on their next adventure or not. As he drew around another corner he came to a sudden stop. His clouded eyes widening as he laid eye on something he did not expect. A corpse. Oranges with white drew him to suddenly lurch forward. His mind racing. Blood there was blood, and so much blood. He sniffed it, Luce's scent, mingled with his own. He gagged on the sight, Luce eyes wide open, jaws agape screaming silently. He snarled looking left and right for whoever did this, then as he did his eyes landed on his own paws craddling Luce. Red, they were red. His eyes traveled up further, it was all over him. His jaws caked in it. His breathing was rapid. His reaction to jump back from the body and vomit. "Noooooooo! Luce! Lucy wake up!" His eyes were on her as he panted and a snarl began from his maw, he was the reason. He had killed her. He flopped back on his haunches as he began to let out what was probably one of the most heartbreaking howls he ever had, it echoing through the caverns. Walk, "talk", Think ooc: Luce is not actually dead, the boy is just hella hallucinating and the body is just a really old corpse of some kind of canine You'll be my nightlight

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Bellamy had decided to take a page out of Manea’s book and explore the locals near her pack to see what resources they might be able to take advantage of. Though she had only ever been to the Hallucination Caves on brief trips, during Samhain when the strange statues had popped up across the land, she was curious to see what might still be there. The woman had told her mate of her decisions to check the caves out, and he had warned her to avoid prolonged exposure to the gasses. They could be dangerous, after all. Bellamy wasn’t going to let a bit of potential danger scare her off, however. She hadn’t been exploring them for long when shouting caught her attention. Shouting in a voice that was familiar… Bae-Syl? Bellamy frowned, furrowing her brow as worry welled up in her gut. He was shouting, crying out for Lucette to wake up. Had something happened to her daughter? Bellamy broke into a run, coming across quite the scene. Bae-Syl was next to a corpse, begging it to rise. But the corpse, long dead and decaying, was not her daughter. It was a fox, and Bellamy arched a brow, but she could see how distressed he was. Bellamy approached with caution, her ears lowered as she called to the man. “It’s not Lucy,” She told him, if he was even able to catch onto her voice. “Not Luce. A fox. A long gone fox.” "Speech" 'Thought.'