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Gladion | #D1D119

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[a_special_hat]

[Whatever Gladion had been doing (sleeping? Eating? Staring at the mural of his family in the living room?) it's being interrupted today by some UNHOLY SCREECHING coming from Mahmut's room. It sounds a lot like Iskender, except the golden eagle has always been very well behaved and doesn't really make this sort of racket for no reason.

And then there's Mahmut, backing out of his room with his arm cradled against his body, the sleeve torn and bloodied.]

Damn it. [...he wasn't usually the swearing type but well. This day is becoming a special sort of awful so.

And the fact that he has no idea why this is happening only makes it worse.]

Backdated to shortly after the werewolf event ended

[tendershepherd]

[It'd been a rough few weeks for all of them. Sorey especially had been having a rough time, the latest happenings with the werewolves being at the forefront of his mind.

After things seemed to die down though, and the wolves no longer appeared and those who'd been turned--or died--came back, he finally had a moment to breathe. It's with this thought that he finds himself outside of Gladion's house in Flavo. He knocks gently on the door.]

Hello?