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[center][img] http://i.imgur.com/HtvPRRx.png[/img][/center]The Mistress of the Manor had spoken, and with her words carried the unquestionable commands of her youth. Though as usual, she was caught up in her own little delusions of grandeur. There was indeed the mimicry of fangs, but what she saw as happy acceptance was, in truth, an annoyed grimace at the goal ahead. [color=ed1c24]“Yeah, yeah. Freaking taskmaster,”[/color] grumbled her accomplice before the darting shadow dispersed away to seek out his prey for fight and play.

It wasn’t a difficult mission, not when the newcomers were making a ruckus of the castle’s hallways. The fighting could have woken the dead with how much noise they were causing but the plant-like hounds that guarded this domain weren’t relenting. Mindless in nature and bestial in craving, they continued leaping away and snarling despite their dwindling few numbers. As it turned out, these intruders were much more powerful than the last batch, though some noted Caprice’s familiar scent, eyeing her up in their hollow holes for eyes.

[color=ed1c24]“Hey, you lot. You mind explaining what you’re doing here.”[/color] Upon the voice of their subsequent master, the hounds backed off; or rather, it was more accurate to say they rooted themselves in place, cutting off their motion entirely. Little remained of their pack anyway, aside from torn asunder and discarded thorn vines and bracken that littered the floor. [color=ed1c24]“Cleaning this is going to be a mess,”[/color] the voice continued to complain, marking its source to the end of the hallway.

There stood a [url=https://i.imgur.com/O44yzpp.png]man[/url] who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there, already weighing in the option of leaving Victoire to clean her own damn messes. [color=ed1c24]“If you’re going to come into someone’s house, maybe don’t make a mess on the front matt. And you!”[/color] The man pointed at Kanbaru accusingly. [color=ed1c24]“What did you say!? A butler? Do I look like a butler to you, huh!?”[/color] Even as he spoke the side walls of the hallway bristled with an angry red energy that raised hairs.

[color=ed1c24]“Oh, I get it. Yeah, you’re the ones who stole that dumb book the rabbit brat’s been complaining about. It’s dumb to break in again and think you can make off with more loot,”[/color] the man continued, unknowingly giving information. A missing item and a false accusation could only lead to the evidence pointing to their group. Perhaps. It was usually how these things tended to go.
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