discedo_logs | What do you call a group of ravens?

Who: Gin & Leanne
Where: Somewhere along that nice green part leading from Dissimulo to Discedo, maybe?
When: Not too long after Stocking's murder... shortly after Conan's begun his little witch hunt?
Rating: PG-13? There's a murder, but nothing graphic. Rappig abuse!
Summary: Gin ruins crows and ravens for Leanne, pretty much.
The Log:

Under the shade of a large, sturdy tree, there's a fearful little Rappig, pawing desparately at the mismatched bars of a makeshift cage; a cage made of bits of clumsily-chopped wood that the beast would have been able to free itself of, if it weren't also bound. Someone had trapped the pitiful creature, driven nails in the ground, and suspened the animal by all four hoofs, by tying them with rope wound around the nails.

There was no fire or anything of that nature around, so it could only be surmised that whoever did this to the creature had no intention of eating it and performed this deed out of simple cruelty.

Won't someone please help it?

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It doesn't take very long at all for the Heron Princess to not only hear and scent the fear of the Rappig but to come upon the scene. A quick gasp escapes her lips at the sight before her and she hurries to the cage.

"What happened to you?" Leanne coos at the Rappig, folding her wings against her back before looking around to find the nails and goes to try and pull the nails out. Try is the proper word as lets face it, her kind and clan are not meant for fighting and have very little to no physical strength.

If she ever finds out who did this, they are going to get such a lecture!

Initially, it squeals again in fear, thinking she might try to eat it, but her gentle voice calms it... only slightly. It's still making a lot of noise, vainly trying to free itself.

Keep pulling onto those nails, Leanne... the Rappig's whimpering and fearful squealing should drown out his near-silent approaching footsteps.

A sharpened metal blade strikes her from behind, across both folded wings.

She continues to speak to it and making cooing sounds trying to calm it down. Just how deep are these nails in the ground?! Leanne would have loved it if they could have been easy to pull out!

When she gets ready to start using her wings to help with the pulling, the attack happened and she falls down with a cry. What just happened? What is going on? Her whole body starts to shake a little but she doesn't look behind her just yet... Nope, gonna see if whoever attacked her is gonna let her get back up again. Though her world is starting to black out a little by now.

The terrified little Rappig squeals loudly again, before kicking and struggling against the ropes. It makes some pitiful sounds, trying to nuzzle Leanne with its snout in a small, sad attempt to give her comfort. It was still scared, but Leanne had shown it kindness and was now in a worse situation than its own.

Gin smirks, watching the quivering form before him.

He roughly grabs the end of one wing to force her up onto her feet, still facing away from him. He won't give her a chance to turn around and see his face.

A loud scream emits from her as Gin pulls a wing in such a manner. The nuzzle from the Rappig was welcomed as at least, the both of them understood what the other was trying to do.

Oh yeah Gin, have her free wing start flapping wildly in order to try and at least hit him with it.

She needs to escape and still save the little Rappig, the poor soul. And hey Gin, this is now Leanne using her strongest feature, her lungs as she just start screaming and crying out 'Help me's in her own lanuage. Hopefully someone can hear her and come to their aid.

The sound is louder than he had anticipated, shocking him into releasing her wildly flapping wing. He was expecting her voice to be a problem, since few sane people would sing in the situation she had, but it alerted him to the possibility, at least, that her powers might be based in it.

Unfortunately, he didn't know enough of anything to adequately prepare.

Perhaps it was a bit foolish to target her.

After pulling his fedora down and his popped collar further up to further obscure his face, just in case she caught a glimpse of him, he holds the weapon tightly and decides to make another attempt to kill her, by simply driving the blade in he chest, neck, spine, wherever it would go that would surely kill her. Even if the sound might distract him into missing.

If only Gin knew of the powers that a Heron's voice contains. Once she is free, the wing that he was holding dragged on the floor a little as she stumbles forward. She steals a glimpse backwards towards him as she stumbles to put herself between the Rappig and Gin.

Yay Gin! How do you like her set of pipes? Cause Leanne isn't going to stop with her screaming.

"BROTHER! LADY ILYANA! HELP ME! HELP!"

And in the midst of the screaming, she is trying to scent him so that she can at least remember his scent. She gains a scared expression at the sight of the weapon and Gin coming closer to attack. Something snaps inside of her and she goes to at least try and claw at his face before something sharp pierces her chest.

What?.... What was this sensation? She looks up at him but still stays in front of the Rappig, doing her best to protect it. She goes to cough a few times as blood forms on her breast. Why is her world going so dark? What... What is this? Is this.... Death? She continues to look up at him before darkness goes to claim her even more and she falls down, face forward, blade still in her breast as at last.... Death claims another.

The glimpse she stole would be black, ominously billowing out and flapping with his stumbling movements away from her. There's the lightly snapping sound of fabric. The long black coat is like a raven's wings and the sharp rim of a hat like a beak, in this area where any light there is is easily blotted out by the far-reaching branches and closely clustered leaves, his features would not be seen. What reflected light was a flash of long, silver hair.

He refused to speak in front of the others or utter a sound lest he be recognized by it, but couldn't help groaning in pain at the sound. Like every other vocal sound he emitted, it was deep and harsh. Hopefully, nothing to recognize him by, unless she was just as skilled at picking out sounds as she was at producing them.

He tried to avoid getting scratched, tucking his face further behind the collar, but she did leave a diagonal scratch from his cheek to his chin that bled. It didn't concern him much.

After she falls, he gives her a kick to see if she would react.

The rappig is oinking loudly. Is it trying to call for help as well? He coldly glanced at it, dragged the blade from her chest and, considering the cage had been lifted, drives it through its head to silence it.

What do you call a group of ravens?

Forever all speaking in Ancient Laguz

["such a lecture!" DEAR GOD, Leanne, so adorable. xDDD]

[She can't fight so at least she can give them a lecture or two! xDDD]

[SO CUTE. Why do you have to kill her, Gin?]

Because we are evil muns and enjoy doing this?

[.... yes. Also, she still wants to save the little rabbit-pig-thing, AWWW.]

[Yes, because it is a victim just like she is and every life is scared and all that jazz.]]

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