Carolyn
"They won't just toss you in a cell? What else would they do, besides execution?"

*As the two walked towards the river, the treton would realize the similarities between the two. Two killers, fueled by hatred and vengeance against the Silnari. The main difference would be just how much better Ashnard was at it. Whereas he took it to slay as many as possible, as quickly and brutally as possible, Yakaiyo much preferred to extract pain from a single target.*

"Oh, I doubt I'll ever stop. What am I going to do? Settle down? Will do, just look away, please."
Fay
**"You see..."** The jackal shrugs, loosely spreading his arms and revealing the carapace he was still clad in from before. It *Looked* Like a plate armour, albeit of a sinister design, but if anyone got a closer look, they would be able to tell that something about it was *Off*. Scarlet intersections in joints pulsed subtly as if they were blood vessels, as if the armour itself was *Alive*. The spikes embellished at the shoulders, knees and back looked like charred, blackened bones, the crimson tint of a marrow pulsing within them. 
**"This... Is *Not* A type of armour anyone can craft. This is what happens to silnari prisoners that resist for too long."** 
The blades retract once more within the hollows of his forearms, and he brandishes his bow, sniffing the air around him for a trail to hunt. **"Thought so. I've caught the scent of a few beasts in the forest, make sure you are done washing by then."**
Carolyn
*The dark steel armor Yakaiyo once thought was simply a customized set of plate was not what she thought it was. It pulsed, with crimson arteries flowing through them. At that moment, she realized what the elves had done.*

"Wait. They put that on you?"

*The two soon approached the river. Yakaiyo unslings the longbow and quiver off her shoulder, loosening the sash tied around her waist and removing the short swords from it. She doesn't undress and enter the water quite yet, waiting to hear Revenant's answer.*
Fay
**"Every. Single. Plate. Grafted upon my skin, *Separately*. I do not know how long it took, or what sorts of sick sorcery they used for it. But it is no less a part of me now than my bones or lungs,"** The black beast affirmed with a bitter growl, fixing his cloak. **"In comparison to this, death by my hand is *Mercy*."**

He pulls an embellished arrow from his quiver, its shaft and blacksteel tip heavier than most bows would be able to effectively shoot, glancing towards the forest's entrance. **"When I find those responsible however, they'd *Beg* For a quick death."** His body arches upright to the side, still as death as he pulls the arrow string taut. He seems to focus for a moment, taking aim before letting loose, arrow tearing through the air with a *Hiss* 

*THWACK*

The distinct sound of arrow piercing flesh was followed by a weak animal yelp. And then, the Revenant makes a run for the thicket he shot towards, his form fading through the thick foliage.
Carolyn
"Grafted. I see. I see what they do now. Seems like they don't have any regard for anyone other than themselves, huh."

*The familiar sound of a bowstring vibrating and an arrow whistling through the air brought Yakaiyo's attention to the beastkin. It seems like he had hit something, signified due to a small yelp. Revenant left to catch whatever he hit, so the treton found this a good opportunity to clean herself up. Swiftly, she unrobes, letting the tattered black cloth fall to the floor. Then, her undergarments, leaving her bare. Gracefully, she walked in the water, taking no care to hide herself, and soon not even her head was visible above water, though the canifor would still be able to see her.*
Manuel
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