<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">)+( <span class="bbc_u">Mute</span> )+(</span></span></strong><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Furtive Spook</span></em><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></em> Main Densites, Kiowa Territory.<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Company:</span></em> Jadene. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Perimeter Sense:</span></em> Vitani and Bhaltair. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Rank:</span></em> Kiowa Ingyanga <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Theme:</span></em>...<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong> "I see them, the souls that struggle with the dark...</strong></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UC3G1Iem.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>EDITTED ON 7/28/2019</em></span></strong><br/><br/>"I cannot help but wonder what Mute keeps in his den."<br/>"What den? You mean 'burrow?'"<br/>"Ha! More like dirt hole!"<br/>"I bet he hides bodies in there"<br/>"Bodies? Of what? It's only big enough to fit him!"<br/>"You don't know. There could be anything down there."<br/>"He's an Inyanga, dimwit, there's only herbs down there. The same with any Ingyanga."<br/><br/>Mute was rather caught off guard <strong>Jadene</strong>was so quick to naturally form a barrier between him and their new uninvited guests. He felt his heavy heart give a few thumps that rose in his throat. Why was she doing this for him? No way was her paw actually hurt; but she was foolhardy to try and dissuade Pecado's siblings. However, in the same notion, his heart sank like paws in the swamp. He felt awful for not being the one to protect her first. It wasn't fitting for a gentlebrute to let such a charming fae put themselves in harms way like this.<br/><strong>Jadene</strong>had only bothered to talk to him today, but she was proving herself more and more the sweetheart.<br/><br/>"<strong>Bulls**t-</strong>" Hannorabi sneezed; scoffing at <strong>Jadene's</strong> attempt to stop her advances as she loomed closer. However the sound of her name being called by her older brother stopped her in her tracks.<br/>"<strong>Hannarabi. Manners, please.</strong>" he scolded sternly; earning a menacing growl from his sister. "<strong>Jadene, surely any other...<em>more qualified~</em>...Inyanga will do. We just need him to settle a private~ family matter. You understand.</strong>" Mataro would communicate with an aristocratic air about him. However, his eyes only focused their steady glare when the huntress made herself clear that she wasn't interested. One of the flunkies made a comment about a "brat" causing the other to snicker. However, <strong>Bhaltair</strong> was soon on the scene. Help was here. And it was just the distraction Mute needed. Upon reaction, the two goons moved to block <strong>Bhaltair's</strong> chance at advancing forward. "<strong>That's close enough, butterball sitter. This has nothing to do with you.</strong>" one of them growled.<br/>It was here, Mute's lightbulb went off. And a gentle pawing against <strong>Jadene's</strong> back leg to get her attention was carried out to notify her of such. He had an idea. He gave her a sincere smile and a wink before turning around and crawling into his burrow. And this, Hannarabi didn't like at all. "<strong>Listen, Jadene! We aren't asking. And there are four of us and only two of you. I'm only going to tell BOTH OF you one time: GET. F***ING. LO-!?</strong>" Hannarabi's anger was becoming less and less contained as she marched right up to <strong>Jadene</strong>while puffing her chest up! She'd share her fiery glare with <strong>Bhaltair</strong> as her two underlings lowered their bodies and bared their teeth at him. A fight was imminent! When, suddenly, Mute's head popped back out of his burrow. A rather simple smile on his face, as his mouth openly chewed on some strange purple root. It was fat, and rather pasty in complexion. Hannarabi couldn't finish her sentence as her head turned to him to identify what the hell he was doing.<br/><br/>And that...was what the clever Inyanga wanted.<br/><br/>"<strong>No, you get lost.</strong>" Mute thought affirmatively before spewing out this mix of purple saliva from his mouth into Hannarabi's eyes. The violet spittle coated her face, and gave her reason to pause. Well, only a moment's pause. It didn't take long before the intense burning sensation 'took root' per say, in her eyes. A rather unlady-like screech escaped from Hannarabi's eyes before she dug her face into the dirt and snow in a vain attempt to get it off. Out of confusion, one of the goons abandoned his position and approached too closely, and he too receives a face full of spit. And, same as Hannarabi, it only took a moment before he squealed like a stuffed piglet and ran into his teammate in a panic. It was here, Mute took a moment to lay the purple herb off to the side and give <strong>Jadene and Bhaltair</strong> a look of confidence. Meanwhile, Mataro in his bewilderment had to run up to Hannarabi and bumped sides with her to get her to lean on him. He'd direct the other goon to do the same for his partner to get a handle on him. "<strong>To the river, quickly!</strong>" he'd bark his order before giving the huntress, sitter, and Kiowa's spook an icy glare. "<strong>Very clever Inyanga; but you've only bought yourself some time. We'll be back to get what we want to know. That's a promise, Mute. And Bhaltair nor Jadene will be able to save you.</strong>" Mataro would threaten as he and his group left to lick the wounds from their embarrassing defeat.<br/>And though Mute knew Mataro was telling the truth; he was truly glad <strong>Jadene and Bhaltair</strong> didn't have to get hurt for his sake. He took a moment to sit upright next to the autumn coated huntress and pant with satisfaction. He'd give the cream colored sitter an apologetic look for what almost transpired. After a moment's thought, he'd glance back over to the "injured paw" she had raised earlier to buy him time. Thoughtfully, he'd give said paw two licks; kisses of appreciation performed in the same manner a mother would of her child's scrapped knee to make the pain go away.<br/><br/>Then he'd look up to her with a sheepish smile, his ears lowered. "<strong>There. Better?</strong>" Mute would add a questioning look to his smile; curious to see if the "treatment" for her "injured paw" was satisfactory. However, in addition, he wondered how he could ever thank her for all she had done today. And now he owed <strong>Bhaltair</strong> a favor too.<br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...I see them, my silence beckons them, yet they do not come.</strong></div></div>