#that was like a SPED hack they tried to teach me that and ripping up paper id always eat the paper though

[maretriarch]

I should get back into snapping #2 pencils with my bare hands dozens and dozens of pencils

[umbralreignsims]

The darkest hour, is.

As the General walked into the room she demanded Allostad���s assistance, as he took off the meeting room filled with rapid discussion and souring rage. 

The room was divided in anger as Albalene stood up and was abruptly cut off from approaching Novero by Fanz. 

“Did you know anything about this?” He asked. 

“I don’t know, it seems like from what the magic box said it was you and your grody litter.” She spat as Daiyon had already approached Novero. 

“So Novero, I take it you are leaving for some thing pertaining to this little show?” 

“I don’t know what you and your little spies were hoping for, but if provoking us into combative action was your plan you can consider it a failure.” 

“Oh I would assume not, especially if little cubby gets lynched, wouldn’t that be atrocious? I think it would.” He snarled. “Imagine little Parda’s tears rolling down into the sea. Starting a war against me, how would the public view such a thing? spoiled spy gets hung for murders, angry god and group of similar murderers go out on temper tantrum?” 

“I haven’t the time for this Daiyon, I’d be worried for your little girlfriend over there than what I’m going to do.” She said taking her leave to quickly rally and contact her people. 

As she walked to the door her heels clacked louder as she sternly sped herself up to reach the nearest communication device. She wanted to believe this was his planning, all of this, but she knew better than to take things from a Daiyon at face value. Meanwhile Sinai was worried at the state of the council meeting, the chieftain attempting to reassure him. 

“You know for a man you certainly talk like a tent-hopping girl.” The snarling Albalene had pushed Franz way over the line. 

“WHAT.” He shouted as he unleashed his Umbral form. Horns protruded, his outfit changed as his shoulders widened. thick red eyes stared at the viking witch. 

“Oh, so you’re an it then?” She laughed as Franz roared and grappled her to the wall, the ensuring fight was lightning fast, powerful roars and sounds echoed the chambers. The Chieftain grabbed his Axe attached to his side. 

Statues fell over and dust and smoke came from the battered old walls. 

“Hit her where it hurts! that will teach her!” He cheered on looking at the Daiyon with a toothy grin. A loud gunshot broke the sounds. 

“I want everyone to break it up RIGHT NOW.” The general stormed in, lowering her firearm. “The next person to throw a punch or even a glare is being detained by Civic Defense, This emergency meeting of the Tribunal council is OVER” She yelled with diction and clarity. 

as the clouds dissipated there was a clear winner, as Albalene coughed and hacked she punched the ground in frustration as Franz walked away without a word. The chieftain took his hand and placed it on Sinai’s shoulder, comforting him as they would be the ones to let the lesser tribes not present of this occurrence. Bu as of now, there were more pressing matters. 

In east Union City, the streets were alive with rage, pent up anger and frustration, the Spy moved Mathias along the rooftops, eventually reaching the Civil Defense safety zone they had for the two to leave, the citizens ripped and tore the area, knocking down the old singing stones and pillars to break into the little area. 

The two officers could barely keep the people at bay. “RETURN TO YOUR HOMES!” An officer shouted, holding her gun steady. 

Mathias was truly scared, never had he seen such a group of angry and belligerent people. The helicopter landed, it was a different one than before, the spy attempting to move Mathias onto the helicopter. 

“We must go now.” He yelled. One Tribal wielding a sword as he approached and broke through the crowd. 

“There is the murderer who is that? Another victim? Or his master?” He shouted. The spy took deep those words and without hesitation looked Mathias in the eyes. 

“Forgive me, I must defame you in this way” He said pushing with a thrust, Mathias falling into the copter as the Pilot saw the Spy wave his wand, motioning the pilot to leave. And with the rotors hot, the craft left as he approached the crowd, Mathias scared and worried watching from the vehicle. 

“You have been lied to, I am not the killer, That was but a smaller leopard I had to save from your mob’s most violent.” He said as clutter and garbage was tossed at him. “I did nothing to this individual and you have to understand we are not the culprits, you have been lied to by fear and mongering.” The Tribal continued to wave his sword. The officer attempting to scare them back with their electric staff. 

“You heard it people! You are acting out of control, no better than humans of old and Tribals who stew in the muck, we had to evacuate that poor leopard, and this one is staying to try to talk sense into you.” She shouted, the crowd looking around, somehwat coming to the realization when a voice spat out once more. 

“LIES! That was merely his side bitch, everyone knows how the Order works, you cut up and helped drain those people and they gave you a helicopter and your own slave!” 

“That does not even begin to make sense! I implore you, we have done nothing! Please come to your senses, Lami lied to you all-” 

“HE BROKE THE LINE!” An officer screamed as the Tribal dashed. 

“Enough of your lies Soul drinker!” The tribal screamed with such vindication and self-justification he felt like a damn hero as the blade cut deep into the leopard’s flesh. 

The entire time he didn’t fight back, he did not raise his sword as the tribal kicked and stomped and stabbed him until his body moved no more, several officers and armed vehicles showed up, but the air was cold, chilling in the lack of thought, the tribal tried to rally the crowd. “THE BEAST IS DEAD!” He yelled, but people who were cheering quickly began to run away as the officers arrived. They attempted to rescue the poor Leopard who chose not to give in to their calls for violence, but he bled out into the grass. The MoonClipse medical officers could only make sure he was stable before succumbing to death. 

When the castle doors flew open, Parda has appeared in the foyer as she felt turbulance, though things had settled a while ago in the city, the helicopter had just landed. Bursting through the doors and falling to his knees Mathias broke down in tears. “Mathias!” He yelled running along the foyer to the sobbing leopard. 

He was but a cub again in his arms, the motherly instincts inside took over as he held the crying leopard. “I know, I know, cry it all out my child” Parda assured, tears slipping down his cheeks as he resonated with Mathias, nearly seeing what he experienced through his eyes. 

Though there was many things the Order educated Mathias in, things like these only so much knowledge could help, it was a horrifying experience, the running, the hatred and anger, all those putrid auras choking him. 

The morning sun was only a few hours away, but the damage was done.