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[ Heart drabbles ]
“Zal!” The Space Wolf’s roar echoed through the corridors. He hated being this angry, but he had been more than patient, and enough was enough. This had to end. “ZAL!” He yelled again, stalking his way to Zalman’s room. The servitors were wise enough to stay out of his way.
There was a muted click as Zalman established the psy-link to Ranulfr’s mind, allowing them to communicate, and the other man looked up with some surprise as he was met with Ranulfr’s ire. +What is it?+
Ranulfr threw the fur blanket at his feet. It was covered in blood - just splotches dotting it, in small patches, but it bothered him all the same. “That isn’t mine, and it sure as hell isn’t Hati’s.” He snarled. “I told you to get your bloody cat to stop putting its kills in my room!”
Zalman’s brow furrowed, and he picked up the furs, examining the blood. +I have, I can assure you of that.+ He glanced to the small basket where Bastet slept, and sure enough, at the foot of it was a small dead rodent. There were a few spots on blood on the floor, but it was evident that the blood on the fur did not come from the cat’s kills.
The ship rumbled around them, and there was a sudden screech from the ceiling. Both Astartes’ eyes shot up to the vent, as a scratching sound began to echo out from it.
+I think you’re about to find out what’s bleeding on your blanket.+
