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[b][color=ed1c24]Direct Mentions:[/color] [@Flood], [@TheWindel], [@Lonewolf685], [@ZAVAZggg][/b][/center]
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Jukati pondered alone, inspecting the ravaged furred corpses of the wolven guards as she only vaguely listened to the commotion revolving around Ignis and the interrogation. At this point, Ratiq was already back to normal size to comment on the Fallen Angel's torture methods, squirming at his vicious and brutal tactics.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Heh."[/color][/b] the oni scoffed as she fumbled with a decapitated canid skull, [b][color=ed1c24]"He be light on his lickin'. If I were doin' it I would've pummeled his' shit and break his kneecaps already."[/color][/b]

Of course, Ignis would halt Azrael's assault and let the bloodied wolf back into the shadows of where it came. He ordered those interested to follow him towards the rest of his pack, before wandering off towards grand plans of making their prison into their fortress of operations. He even offered to those interested to help with preparing the foundations. The oni had little interest in idling here or groveling towards this wannabe ruler though. She wanted to get out of this miserable prison as soon as she can - and quite frankly she wouldn't mind ditching the group entirely for freedom.

However, she was within interesting company - enough to make her at the very least content with her situation. After all, she was still aching for a fight. Perhaps the wolf would lead her towards stronger opponents for her to beat the shit out of. She craved blood and ultra-violence; to hear bones snapping, tendons ripping, and canids screaming. She tossed the wolf skull back and proceeded to follow the sounds of the wolf's retreat into the dark hallway.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Gonna track down the damn mutt,"[/color][/b] she announced as she continued walking, [b][color=ed1c24]"Be back lata' with a necklace of warden teeth."[/color][/b]