He finds blood. He finds blood and for the first time in sweeps, maybe forever, it stops him short.
All he can see is the yellow, vision tunnelled in on that and that alone. He follows it like a star across burning across the sky, like prey through the city streets, like a familiar tail-fin on a watery horizon and his breath comes hard and fast as he runs faster and faster, caring less of the noise he makes who all the fuck might hear, because his moirail, his moirail is--
"...Signless? WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK ARE YOU ALL--"
There's blood. Yellow blood and there's the Signless, and Mituna there.
He's not moving. He doesn't have to check. He doesn't have to move to check he's seen a goddamn corpse before he knows what they look like and his moirail is not supposed to look like that but the Initiate's moving anyway. He shoves the Signless aside without looking at him and goes to his moirail, reaching, grasping, muttering his name and feeling the yellow slicking and coating his hands where he touches it, getting under his claws. His hands go shaking to the chain around his neck; he has to keep this safe, he can't let capitol take it, he can't let them take this if they take Mituna, if they don't give his moirail back, but they have to, they have to; his mind screams it while he winds the yellow-gold goat skull chain around his own necklace token, so it can't be pulled apart. And then he sees the rock. He lays Mituna back down and turns. He stares.
"You."
He rises to his feet and turns to Signless, teeth bared, his single remaining eye wide.
After Moirail Murder 1 (short thread for Signless)
All he can see is the yellow, vision tunnelled in on that and that alone. He follows it like a star across burning across the sky, like prey through the city streets, like a familiar tail-fin on a watery horizon and his breath comes hard and fast as he runs faster and faster, caring less of the noise he makes who all the fuck might hear, because his moirail, his moirail is--
"...Signless? WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK ARE YOU ALL--"
There's blood. Yellow blood and there's the Signless, and Mituna there.
He's not moving. He doesn't have to check. He doesn't have to move to check he's seen a goddamn corpse before he knows what they look like and his moirail is not supposed to look like that but the Initiate's moving anyway. He shoves the Signless aside without looking at him and goes to his moirail, reaching, grasping, muttering his name and feeling the yellow slicking and coating his hands where he touches it, getting under his claws. His hands go shaking to the chain around his neck; he has to keep this safe, he can't let capitol take it, he can't let them take this if they take Mituna, if they don't give his moirail back, but they have to, they have to; his mind screams it while he winds the yellow-gold goat skull chain around his own necklace token, so it can't be pulled apart. And then he sees the rock. He lays Mituna back down and turns. He stares.
"You."
He rises to his feet and turns to Signless, teeth bared, his single remaining eye wide.