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IC: The sinewy figure of Maleficus Tyro slipped through the shadows, searching for a place of solitude. Upon sight of the old church of St. Ninian's, the tattooed stoat slunk into it, looking about at the abandoned building. For some reason, he felt his shattered mind come to a place of ease, though its blackness within still writhed furiously within. A paw reached out, feeling the old wood of a pew until the claws reached a hymn book, wiping the dust curiously, as if its structure was something of complete mystery to its holder. After gazing upon the book, the stoat simply set it back down on the pew, walking amongst the very building where Cluny the Scourge had once held camp with his many, many vermin.
The place was so mysterious. He walked over to the pulpit in front of all the pews, getting to his knees and touching the wood. He scratched a little with a claw, feeling the wood give a little. A peaceful feeling seemed to fall over him, if but for this short little while it may be, as he began to scratch out a small scene on the pulpit: one of three stoats (one a sinewy male, another a female, and the last a young jill) and a small cottage. Even as he scratched this memory into the decaying wood, the stoat felt for the first time in so long a tear slowly trail down his cheek.
"My dear Lillium….my sweet Accacia...." he said, his whispered voice echoing ever so softly in the empty church.