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derp! @__<;

Her body slumped slightly in disappointment, moody eyes watching the other. Pied was proving to be quite uninteresting, and maybe even borderline useless (at least to Zombie's selfish wants). Zombie didn't pick up on the fact that the white female hadn't said she couldn't talk to spirits, taking the answer to mean she had nothing to do with the supernatural whatsoever. It seemed that the essence of Bon Dye was truly dead and gone, that the eerie practices of the wolves within had left with Jinx and her inner circle. And yet Zombie remained, still honoring the blood oath she believed tied her with this forest and any that might still be living beneath the trees.

"Oh," she finally said. "You look like the others, so I just thought..." Zombie trailed off and shrugged. "What're we going to do if Jinx is really gone?"