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set after the conclusion of this, tags for reference (except Dragomir who is by his side) but feel free to hop in!

That. . .had not gone how he had expected.

Hubris was a hell of a drug. Verx had gone full Icarus in his position of power at Rusalka and had been taken down by the first challenger to face him, someone he barely knew. Furthermore, he was injured considerably, bleeding from several wounds, and there was a marked hitch in his step as he got the hell out of Dodge. He wasn't gonna be a subordinate, not in that place. Fuck that noise.

If you get sick of this place, too, grab @Erzulie and the kids and come find me, he said to @Rosalyn while passing her, perhaps overestimating their relationship. She probably was just as sick of him as she was of Rusalka. But he'd miss the russet woman, in body and in mind, and he did hope she took him up on the offer.

C'mon, let's go, Vercingetorix said gently but firmly to @Dragomir, nudging him away from whatever he had engaged himself in. He thought he saw Aure and Isi together nearby, and lifted his head, staring over at them. We're leaving. Let's get the hell out of here. He didn't altogether trust her to follow, nor with the care of his daughter, but there was little choice. Herding Drago away was going to be tough enough; obstinate Isi was another challenge altogether.

One large, one small dark shadow flitted from the Sound, heading for the open field. It was only when he caught sight of the bleeding forest up ahead that he began to slow his step, panting, beginning to really feel the pain Aningan had wrought upon him. His brow furrowed, he turned to Dragomir, a sheepish expression on his face.

Sorry about that, he offered weakly. It wasn't much, but what else was he supposed to say? Just as with Icarus, there was no fixing his brazen, spontaneous act.

since your names mess up the formatting tagging here @Aurëwenn and @Isilmë