LA DEVOTEE — o, dead body

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Must have deserved it. Amaranth stiffened a little as she heard Argus' words, although the smell of the corpse as it swept away in the waters wasn't pretty either. Amaranth didn't seem like the kind to kill a guy - she didn't get it, why she did it. Maybe because it wasn't her. "Your turn?" what could that mean? Who the fuck was that?

It wasn't really in her blood. Or maybe it was, but she didn't think either of her parents were the kind to kill in cold blood, even if Roosterteeth was an asshole. But Aurum wasn't - her other dad showered her and Edgar in doting, loving praise. So why did she feel so cold, like everything in that moment was wrong?

Hearing Pinch behind her, her blood ran cold. Truthfully, she didn't think they did anything to her, did they? she vaguely remembered the Tanglewood member or wannabe... diving towards her. But they were dead now. She'd killed someone. She didn't mean to kill someone. What the fuck was going on?

"They... they were from Tanglewood," she mewed, although her voice was uneven - someone else had just been using it anyway, hadn't they? still feeling deathly cold, Amaranth slumped down into the shallow waters, her belly fur becoming wet as she slumped down. "I-I-I... f-fuck," she was sounding more like her brother by the minute. Spit it out, Ammy, spit it out... "I ne-never meant to... kill someone..." her voice trembled as she started to cry hollowly, staring at the charred remains still left. This wasn't her. This didn't feel like her.

"Speech,"