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In the deep dark woods a whisper spreads from monster to monster and in no time at all it reaches the ears of a certain rabbit; loss was no stranger to this beast who'd seen dozens die and failed to save a dozen more, but while normally they were prepared for it it seems the they were especially fond of that old mutant enough to even merit a personalized response. Later that evening as the first stars begin to shine a lone mutilated corpse crudely dressed to resemble the intended recipient makes it's way towards Moxtli pulsing shadows beneath it's skin forcing it to continue it's march long after the body should have failed

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It’s intention? Merely to bring Ten-Ino a very strongly worded letter.

“Do not dare disgrace him with your vague allusions and half-hearted threats; the mutant you slew had a name and it was Light Delarosa. A Knight of the Shadowmire with more honor and integrity than the entirety of you pathetic Demon Hunters put together.

Do not consider him to be just another inconsequential sufferer of your juvenile homicidal urges; where you are just some sad little boy clinging onto the title of Demon Hunter to try to give yourself some worth Light lived an entire lifetime as a fearless warrior, a patient teacher, a caring grandfather and the closest friend I’ll ever have. For ninety years he gave everything he had to his people and asked for nothing in return but to find a glorious end on the battlefield facing a worthy opponent.

Instead he found you.

A cowardly little ambush predator who would desecrate his body, name, and spirit then seek respect you did not earn. You cannot use his fate at your hands to sow fear in us when his life will inspire the generations to come; in his memory we will fight our foes boldly, protect our people unfalteringly, and stand against the entire world if that is what must be done to claim our place in it.
To you he is just another victim but to us, his people, he is now and always will be an Icon.

Meanwhile you? 

You are no different than the messenger now; a dead man walking.