<br/><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, Bhaltair, and Tsuki.<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Perimeter Sense:</span></em> Vitani and Slash. <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/>"Yeesh, Mataro looks p***ed."<br/>"Hanarabi looks wrecked."<br/>"And I look FAB-!"<br/>"Shut the f**k up!"<br/>"Oh shut the front cave!"<br/>"Kekekeke, what? I thought it was funny."<br/>"Clever Ingyanga, that one. I find it hard to believe he's starting to make friends. After all this time?"<br/><br/>Mute hadn't much time to give <strong>Jadene and Bhaltair</strong> the appropriate amount of thanks for their support; what with his sparkling beepers and wiggling tail. In fact, there was little doubt in his mind that he really owed these two a favor. It seemed Pecado's entire family shared the connection of his brutish temperament. And, well, even with the fresh concern of their return on his mind...he was glad he didn't have to face their wrath alone. Even if, by some recollection given by his guilt, he deserved it.<br/>In truth, he definitely deserved so much worse...but for some reason, his newfound friends did not seem to agree.<br/><br/>Would it have been the same f they knew?...'<br/>...no...not likely.<br/><br/>It was here, a familiar voice carried along the air. A gentle gale picked up throughout the Kiowa densite with the flush escapade fit for royalty. The golden glow once entrapped by fluffy sky-cotton began to slowly peek through it's captor. It's rays gushed through the cracks like fresh wine between old wine skins. And they kissed the faces of the canines below. They kissed <strong>Tsuki's</strong> face. And for Mute, it was more difficult to tell if her lovely voice caught his ears or if her arousing scent with some alien clash strung his nose to her first. However, her apology of niceties fell deaf to his ears half-way through the sentence. Her words quickly muddled. It was something like tangled vowels underneath the fall leaf brush. To be sure, he was confident that her voice was still comforting in some manner. But his nose couldn't ignore that previous alien clash that became all-too familiar once his romantic daze ended.<br/>His sense of smell drowned out his ear for a moment. Nothing less than what could be labeled "<strong>Zuya's</strong> stink" pelted his snout as Tsuki resumed talking to him. It caused Mute to flinch for a moment. Something about this newfound fact caused his heart to ache. It took a moment, but Mute collected his barings in time for his fellow Ingyanga to ask him if all was well.<br/>Really, it wasn't. But there was no way Mute could communicate that to her...not in the way he wanted to.<br/><br/>He did his best to smile back at her. In fact, he wanted to smile at her the way a husband would greet his beloved wife after a long journey from home. But he fell short. His amber orbs stung, so his maw picked up the slack by overcompensating with a cheery smile. Only the tip of his fluffy tail managed to wiggle for her. "H-hello Tsuki." He'd poise his stance in greeting for the newest arrival in the group. However, to be truthful, how was he going to tell her that Pecado's siblings were now out for blood. Mataro was much more intelligent and unfeeling that his late brother. But Hannarabi was certainly more prone to fits of rage and bullheadedness. Both vowed to return...as for when, who was to say? Today? Tomorrow? <br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...I see them, my silence beckons them, yet they do not come.</strong></div></div>