[@shylarah]Orion had sent Cera home. No need to put her in harms way. He was wondering the streets, following Wolf's all-too-strong scent when he saw it. A body half-eaten. Any ghoul within five miles would have come to finish the remains, but they hadn't. Why? He took mental photos and moved on. The scent was getting stronger by the block. 

"Blankface." A voice said. Orion turned to see a woman behind him. She was short, and dark complected. Her hair was like a black waterfall, and she had features that only mixed ethnicity could hold. Hispanic? Italian? Probably. Her ghoul eyes were rimmed at the pupils with bright blue. He had never see that before. She was dressed quite casually, but her royalty was undeniable. 

"My Queen. A pleasure to see you after all this time. Things have changed?" His tone was pleasant, but his face was weary. There was no telling what horrible things she had gotten into. 

"I'll put this plainly.." she began. 

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Torn, broken, and bleeding from too many places, Orion hobbled up the steps and through the door of the warded safe zone the next morning. He collapsed onto the floor. The bones of his right forearm, lodging into the floor under his weight. They had been protruding from where they had originally been. Blood trickled from his mouth, pooling around his face. He only managed to say one word before passing out. 

"Cera."