Strength in Numbers (an original, collaborative RP) *DEAD*

Death Comes From the Quietest of Places (for people who cant continue)

This will be the very last chapter with a few of the characters in it.//

//the siblings of the deceased can RP their reactions if they'd like.//

Aurora strode silently through the pitch-black night, feet making soft footprints in the wet leaves that were quickly covered by the trane of her long dress. Panin was an idiot, so she'd come to this warehouse to do the job herself, you just can't trust men with these jobs.

She came to the door and gently pushed it open. A few of the specials had left on a hunting trip, but most were sleeping in the straw. A smirk played at the edges of her ruby lips as she opened the Anti-Void beneath them and they all fell through. She would visit them later, when she had the time.

A noise from the edge of the forest caught her attention, and she hastily left the clearing. A silver hairpin bearing the royal seal fell out of her braid and landed softly in the leaves as she stepped into the white expance of the Anti-Void to make sure her new guests felt at home.

//Points of interests:

1. Footprints

2. Hairpin//