038 [imprint/action]
[There's a spray of blood splattered on the pages of Ken's journal, the edge of the page marked by slashes in the paper.]
][In the shadows between houses 6 and 7, Ken's lying on the ground, eyes staring blankly ahead. Blood trails from the corner of his mouth--from broken ribs that punctured his lungs. One wing is smashed, an arm broken, skin broken in places from painful blows to the head and body. His fists are loosely clenched, just enough to trigger the mechanisms that extend his claws, and the blades are covered in blood and dirt.]
[He's not moving, not breathing. Not alive. And whoever did it obviously didn't care to make it a clean or painless death.]
[ooc: Yes, Ken is dead. Lulubelle got him. With extreme prejudice.]
][In the shadows between houses 6 and 7, Ken's lying on the ground, eyes staring blankly ahead. Blood trails from the corner of his mouth--from broken ribs that punctured his lungs. One wing is smashed, an arm broken, skin broken in places from painful blows to the head and body. His fists are loosely clenched, just enough to trigger the mechanisms that extend his claws, and the blades are covered in blood and dirt.]
[He's not moving, not breathing. Not alive. And whoever did it obviously didn't care to make it a clean or painless death.]
[ooc: Yes, Ken is dead. Lulubelle got him. With extreme prejudice.]