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Post by cassiroll on Nov 25, 2015 22:15:45 GMT -6
The shifter flinched away from the suit of armor. It was clear to her now that trying to become friends with them wouldn't have changed this situation. They were far too rational for her liking; something as trivial as a relationship wouldn't have appealed to them in the first place. She'd have to be on her guard around the pixie... Zerah wasn't surprised at all with Celty and Oxy's response. Zerah looked back at the ground a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, I expected as much. I try to do the morally right thing and apologize. And it bites me in the ass, which I deserve. I was awful. But you know what else is awful? Lying." Zerah raised an eyebrow at Celty. "But you're right. I'm an asshole. But that changes today. I should start telling everyone the truth, yes? So I have a HUGE truth I need to let everyone know about us at the camp, Celty. Let's head back, then? It's time to be a good person." Zerah smirked. Zerah began walking back towards the camp, the sorrow he felt replaced with cynicism. If Celty really wanted to 'turn over a new leaf' Zerah was going to do everything in his power to help. Celty's eyes went wide and she was up on her feet in an instant, gesturing for Oxy to follow her as she turned and ran to catch up with Zerah. She whispered under her breath so only he could hear, her tone desperate and words rushed. "What, did you expect me to pat you on the head and say 'good job'? That stunt of yours just ruined us, and now you want to make it worse? You want to put a noose around my boys neck and hang him yourself?! Be mad at me all you want, but my son just lost his closest friend, he thought he was about to lose his mother to. He's not going to forgive you at the drop of a hat." She tried to calm herself so her emotions wouldn't get in the way of the issue at hand, even though they clearly were. "Look, I'll protect you on the battle field. I'll play nice and talk you up to the others if you want. I'll do whatever the hell you want me to, but that doesn't mean I have to god damn like you. Right now, if you do what you're planning on doing, she'll kill him. Do you hear me? She's going to kill my son." The worry in her voice was making it hard to keep her words at a whisper, and she was still trying to be vague incase any members caught bits of the conversation in the breeze. "Whatever you want--just tell me. I'll do it. But if you try and out her in front of all these people---I-I don't know what she'll do to him." Her tone was genuine now as she pleaded. "Do you want an apology? Fine, I'm sorry. But don't condemn my child. I just got him back...you can't do this him--he's an innocent." Oxy seemed a bit sad his help had denied, and he lowered his hand back to his side, pulling his cloak tightly around him. His eyes fell on the embroidery again on the corner and he seemed to get in slightly better spirits. "Furry will help," He said in a determined whisper. He noticed his mother waving him towards her and started to turn back towards the camp, but looked back at Manasa again, hesitating. "Sorry," He said a bit louder, motioning towards the cut. "Ma was...I had to..." He kicked something on the ground before scurrying away, seeming embarrassed about the whole mess. |
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Post by not u on Nov 25, 2015 23:39:06 GMT -6
"I'll be okay... more importantly..." Manasa looked down at the priest's hands, gauging whether or not any of her blood had managed to touch his skin. "My... blood is toxic to non-vishkanyans. I don't want any of you to harm yourself by touching it." Enoch inhaled sharply as he felt an acidic stinging on his fingers, tugging his hands back instinctively as some of the vishkanyan's blood dripped on his skin while he was examining her wound. Shaking his hand a few times, he tried to wick away the blood before looking down at his blistered fingers, somewhat fascinated by this revelation until the pain started to set in. Toxic?Looking to the others wearily he sighed in agreement, "Yeah, let's get going and get you patched up," trying to suppress any hint of pain in his voice. Keeping close to the others, he started trekking back towards the campfire. He was more than ready to finally get some rest. |
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Post by titee on Nov 26, 2015 0:02:11 GMT -6
Manasa frowned as she watched the child scamper away towards his mother. She surely had to find some way to patch things up with him when they got back to camp, though for now the pain in her arm was of her highest concern.
Manasa's focus then shifted towards Enoch. She looked towards his hands, trying to gauge whether or not they sported the similar blisters Daryn's hand sported after she had touched Manasa's blood. However, the time mage had moved too quickly for Manasa to make a proper assessment. Using a nearby log to steady herself, Manasa rose to her feet, still shaken from the whole ordeal, and rocked on the soles of her feet. When she found proper balance she began her trek towards the light of the campfire. Worry for particular members of the guild plagued Manasa's thoughts as she made her way back to the encampment half in a daze, her trance like state almost causing her to trip right over a certain fluffy healer's tail.
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Post by norimo on Nov 26, 2015 0:28:17 GMT -6
Ooro continued to eavesdrop from above. Her heart nearly stopped at Alroth's suggestion to... kill the child.
An outcast. The word pierced her chest. Ooro had realized due to her birth-race and behavior that she could neither fit into human or elven society decades ago. When the time came to choose between one or the other, the decision could not be made, and she abandoned them. Oxy was in a similar position now, one which could not easily be determined as good or bad. Though was it right to judge Oxy as a threat due to some uncontrollable circumstance?
"Human beings are simple, primitive creatures that live short lives and are easy to read. There is nothing to understand about them!"
She winced at the memory of her past demeanor. If she were to reject Oxy, she would surely prove that she hadn't changed all those years. Altheron had luckily outright objected the idea, along with the imp. Watching them gather up their words so effortlessly in a situation like this...
...Made her realize that the silence still brewed within. She was out of sight, watching and listening without anyone's greater knowledge. There were thoughts that raced through her mind, yet her mouth stayed shut, and her body out of the way.
A sigh escaped her, at least Enoch wasn't necessarily on board with Alroth's idea either. Though a violent opposition had risen from the other side-
Ooro considered herself lucky from the rest of the recruits. Her isolation had prevented any knowledge of those she loved being struck down by the fearens, and prevented her from growing attached to new faces. However, her attention shifted to the young mage calling out to the dancer- who appeared to be injured. The other recruits' began to gather round and talk of heading back to camp. As she watched them begin the trek back, Ooro hurriedly rushed through the treetops as to try and get back before anyone noticed.
She attempted to sneak around the group, and enter the arena from a different angle as to separate herself from them. She made her way back to the campfire- not paying attention to anyone in particular she sat beside. Her thoughts were in a jumble as she continued to mull over the possibilities of the situation.
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Nov 26, 2015 0:42:38 GMT -6
The shifter flinched away from the suit of armor. It was clear to her now that trying to become friends with them wouldn't have changed this situation. They were far too rational for her liking; something as trivial as a relationship wouldn't have appealed to them in the first place. She'd have to be on her guard around the pixie... Zerah wasn't surprised at all with Celty and Oxy's response. Zerah looked back at the ground a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, I expected as much. I try to do the morally right thing and apologize. And it bites me in the ass, which I deserve. I was awful. But you know what else is awful? Lying." Zerah raised an eyebrow at Celty. "But you're right. I'm an asshole. But that changes today. I should start telling everyone the truth, yes? So I have a HUGE truth I need to let everyone know about us at the camp, Celty. Let's head back, then? It's time to be a good person." Zerah smirked. Zerah began walking back towards the camp, the sorrow he felt replaced with cynicism. If Celty really wanted to 'turn over a new leaf' Zerah was going to do everything in his power to help. Celty's eyes went wide and she was up on her feet in an instant, gesturing for Oxy to follow her as she turned and ran to catch up with Zerah. She whispered under her breath so only he could hear, her tone desperate and words rushed. "What, did you expect me to pat you on the head and say 'good job'? That stunt of yours just ruined us, and now you want to make it worse? You want to put a noose around my boys neck and hang him yourself?! Be mad at me all you want, but my son just lost his closest friend, he thought he was about to lose his mother to. He's not going to forgive you at the drop of a hat." She tried to calm herself so her emotions wouldn't get in the way of the issue at hand, even though they clearly were. "Look, I'll protect you on the battle field. I'll play nice and talk you up to the others if you want. I'll do whatever the hell you want me to, but that doesn't mean I have to god damn like you. Right now, if you do what you're planning on doing, she'll kill him. Do you hear me? She's going to kill my son." The worry in her voice was making it hard to keep her words at a whisper, and she was still trying to be vague incase any members caught bits of the conversation in the breeze. "Whatever you want--just tell me. I'll do it. But if you try and out her in front of all these people---I-I don't know what she'll do to him." Her tone was genuine now as she pleaded. "Do you want an apology? Fine, I'm sorry. But don't condemn my child. I just got him back...you can't do this him--he's an innocent. Zerah burst out laughing, as though Celty told him a funny joke. He turned to her, not making any effort to keep his voice down, although still staying quiet enough for no one to hear him. "Woooow you changed your mind quickly. Weren't you just talking about how you were gonna tell the truth from now on? Why wouldn't I help you with that? I want to help you be a good person." Zerah scoffed. "I don't want your apology, I couldn't care less. I don't care if you like me either. The fact that I was actually sticking up for such a stuck up bitch is what pisses me off. I DEFENDED your son, yet you had the audacity to insult me, especially after you attacked me in battle. Do you not think before you say something?" Zerah raised an eyebrow at her, an angry scowl still painted across his face. Celty had said something that interested him, however. 'Whatever I want.' Zerah began to giggle again. "You know, you have nothing I want. After today, seeing you freeze up the way you did, there's no way you could protect me in battle. So here's the deal. You have nothing to offer to me right now, so if you can't come up with something that I want, I'm telling everyone in the guild about your little friend. You have one day. Get thinking." Zerah began walking further ahead of her, making his way back to the camp and sitting down by the fire once more, a smirk still covering his face. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Nov 26, 2015 1:26:13 GMT -6
Manasa's focus then shifted towards Enoch. She looked towards his hands, trying to gauge whether or not they sported the similar blisters Daryn's hand sported after she had touched Manasa's blood. However, the time mage had moved too quickly for Manasa to make a proper assessment. Using a nearby log to steady herself, Manasa rose to her feet, still shaken from the whole ordeal, and rocked on the soles of her feet. When she found proper balance she began her trek towards the light of the campfire. Worry for particular members of the guild plagued Manasa's thoughts as she made her way back to the encampment half in a daze, her trance like state almost causing her to trip right over a certain fluffy healer's tail. Rezza bolted upright almost immediately; his once tired, droopy eyes now alert. "Will you watch where the fuck you're going?!" He barked as pushed onto his relentlessly shaky feet catching himself with a rather unstable stance. Trying to keep his balance as best he could the healer turned around to look behind him. "What the hell happened out there?!" His mouth threw out the words before he really knew the damage, looking at the injured woman he noted that she certainly wasn't bleeding when they left. Ripping a small pair of leather gloves out of his pack Rezza opted to examine the damage himself. While it certainly wasn't optimal, having to alter a pair of gloves to accommodate his claws, he knew well enough from his training that examining open wounds on others was best to be done with as much precaution as possible. Holding the bottom ends of the gloves in his mouth he pulled his hair back tightly before jamming his hands into his gloves. He considered using one of his bloodied cloths to cover his mouth but decided against it so as not to waste more time. Stepping in front of Manasa he found walking to be much more challenging. His hands shot out grasping her arm firmly. With careful yet stern hands he rolled her forearm looking over both sides dutifully, giving her other arm a quick check as well. As he went Rezza attempted to hint to the woman to sit down. Backing away slightly his legs barely supported him, inhaling sharply Rezza delivered a question solely for Manasa, his face conveying a grave seriousness. "What is this?" He gestured to her arm. Turning his attention to the others he let out another question as he swiped at one of his puffy, red eyes. "And what were you all doing out there, did anyone else decide to get hurt?" Carefully removing his gloves Rezza threw them down and took up his staff, deciding to wait for an answer to one of his questions before issuing any more. |
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Post by cassiroll on Nov 26, 2015 2:05:51 GMT -6
"Woooow you changed your mind quickly. Weren't you just talking about how you were gonna tell the truth from now on? Why wouldn't I help you with that? I want to help you be a good person." Zerah scoffed. "I don't want your apology, I couldn't care less. I don't care if you like me either. The fact that I was actually sticking up for such a stuck up bitch is what pisses me off. I DEFENDED your son, yet you had the audacity to insult me, especially after you attacked me in battle. Do you not think before you say something?" Zerah raised an eyebrow at her, an angry scowl still painted across his face. Celty had said something that interested him, however. 'Whatever I want.' Zerah began to giggle again. "You know, you have nothing I want. After today, seeing you freeze up the way you did, there's no way you could protect me in battle. So here's the deal. You have nothing to offer to me right now, so if you can't come up with something that I want, I'm telling everyone in the guild about your little friend. You have one day. Get thinking." Zerah began walking further ahead of her, making his way back to the camp and sitting down by the fire once more, a smirk still covering his face. Celty winced and stopped walking, Oxy running into the back of her leg with a small 'oomph!'. He rubbed his nose and frowned up at her, annoyed that'd she'd stop so suddenly. "Ma?" Celty just stood still, watching Zerah walk farther away towards the camp fire. If she could tell someone who knew something about magic, like Enoch or Rezza, they might know of a way to get rid of the witch. But the witch would never allow that. Oxy would be dead far before the question could leave her lips. It was funny how now that she actually was completely willing to share one of her secrets, her hands were completely tied. There was nothing she could do. She looked down at Oxy and picked him, trying to put on a brave face. "Oxy, how would you like to start again?" She whispered a bit earnestly. "We could leave here and go somewhere else. Make new friends. Would you like that?" Oxy seemed confused by this. "But Ma," he scolded her. "Mana and Alth are here. And Enoch and Galy. And Nora. I don't want new friends." Her heart melted at his words. He'd found people to be happy with. And if they left, who else could they go to? This was the first group they had come across that hadn't resigned themselves to death. It had been their best shot. And now it was over. She looked around at the others in the group, sighing sadly. Would they take care of him once she was gone? Or would they cast him aside? Her entire purpose was to save him, to protect him, and even giving her whole life she couldn't do that. She was a failure as a mother. Losing literally everything, and all she'd done is made things so much worse. She rubbed Oxy's hair, her expression of fake confidence weak. "If mommy went away, would you be alright, little one?" Oxy's eyes went wide at this and he clutched at her cloak. "Went away where?" He said desperately. "Where are you going?" "Shhhh," She whispered. "I'd be alright," she lied, "and you'd see me again. But you could stay with your friends then. You wouldn't have to leave." "I want to go where you go!" He demanded. This talk was upsetting him greatly. "Why?!" Was the only question he could bring himself to ask. "Zerah is going to tell about Clarissa," She muttered. "And they won't want me to stay anymore if they know I lied to them again." "Then tell the truth???" Oxy said, exasperated. "I...can't." She sighed, frustrated. "Oxy, this is big kid talk alright? I can't tell them. She won't let me. So I have to go. It's as simple as that." "...I could," Oxy said. "I could tell them." Oh, he better not."No-no," Celty said in a hurry, "that won't work, little one. She's afraid of them. She doesn't want them to know." "I don't like her." He said simply. I don't like you either, you little ass."No--Oxy, no. You can't. Promise mommy, ok?" Oxy stared at her silently for a moment. She couldn't quite make out what the expression he was making meant. "Ok, I won't." Celty sighed in relief. "Good, good. We'll work it out, alright? We'll figure something out. Don't worry." "Ok," Oxy said with that same unreadable expression. He leaned his head against her shoulder and they continued back to the camp in silence. You do know those people will kill you if they know I'm in here, right? Snatcher Witches aren't exactly known for being loved, Clarissa sounded quite a bit bitter about this. I say we kill the imp. I can make it look like an accident. I'd be easier.Celty ignored her, she wouldn't consider having to resort to that. Fine, then you've got another problem on your hands. If you can't persuade him, then we're doing things my way. Whether you like it or not. |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Nov 26, 2015 3:32:13 GMT -6
Altheron had been standing near the middle of the group, staring at the ground. He'd been shaking through the entirety of the quarrel, not just from the crisp chill of the nighttime air, but from the mark the armor and the imp's words left on his conscience. While it was true that a better life could be found on another plane- he'd know that more than anybody- no innocent should be killed for being different, even if they may be a.... monster. His mind immediately went back to the voice's story- the blurred images of the angry mob chasing the woman it called "stupid". Once again he heard their cries. Kill it! Kill the spawn! She's over there! over and over until the thoughts seemed to envelop the shaman's very being. "How could anyone...... the child.... is pure...", he muttered softly to himself.".. I am pure..... ... I think." 'Shall we go back. I want to know if Osseus is fine and..' A sad look crossed her face, 'It is not like they will listen to what I have to say. I guess it is for the best.' Altheron snapped out of his slump when he noticed the small elf calling him to leave the forest and head back. It was then he noticed that the others had begun their leave, with Alroth and Zerah already too far from his reach for him to ask any more questions. He let out one last shudder before scooping the girl back up in his arms and making his way back to the camp. |
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Post by melty on Nov 26, 2015 3:54:22 GMT -6
Luair was relieved to be back at camp. When she thought to what she had discovered, she felt regret to ever leave the camp in the first place. At least she could see how Osseus was doing. On their arrival she spotted him; now fast asleep. She let out a giggle, happy to find somebody resting. She looked up at Altheron, who appeared shaken up by the events.
'Altheron, are you alright?' she asked. She thought him to be the smiliest out of the bunch, so this was quite the change. 'Let us both get rest, it may help you feel better.'
Luair wasn't too sure about the last part.
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Post by not u on Nov 26, 2015 4:25:35 GMT -6
Enoch carefully wrapped his hand up with the cloth strip he'd ripped as he walked back to the campfire, putting pressure on the blistering area and tying off the makeshift bandage. He worked quickly and discreetly, trying to keep it as concealed from the dancer as he could. It wasn't worth causing her any sort of worry or concern. As they finally returned to the camping area he paused, keeping an eye on Manasa as she made her way over to Rezza before branching off and resuming his spot at the campfire. At least there's one less thing to worry about, he sighed in relief. His head was spinning, and he forced himself to tune out his surroundings for a moment as he sorted through everything mentally. All the new conflict and chaos, and all the new information he needed to take in was completely overwhelming him. The divide between emotional bias and objective rationale was becoming blurry, and that mushy confusion left behind caused him nothing but frustration. "And what were you all doing out there, did anyone else decide to get hurt?" Carefully removing his gloves Rezza threw them down and took up his staff, deciding to wait for an answer to one of his questions before issuing any more. Enoch glanced down at his wrapped hand. He was already embarrassed that he'd been so careless, and especially after they'd woken the healer up so suddenly, some minor burns weren't worth getting worked up over. "I don't believe anyone else was injured," he replied. He wasn't sure what else to say about the situation or why they'd all gone out into the forest that wouldn't be a waste of time, especially with an injured teammate. The priest sighed and leaned back against his pack, trying to relax his nerves and his racing mind as best as possible. There was no way he'd be able to sleep with his thoughts running at a million miles an hour. But with so many new issues brought to the table, sleep would most likely be easier said than done.
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Post by schribbit on Nov 26, 2015 4:31:43 GMT -6
Daryn numbly looked over at Enoch and noticed his face twisted in worry over what had just happened. She looked down to see his hand clenched, wrapped in a cloth.
"Even after healing up over that battle," she said with mouth full of berries, "Ya still look like shit. What's with the hand?"
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Post by not u on Nov 26, 2015 4:40:58 GMT -6
Daryn numbly looked over at Enoch and noticed his face twisted in worry over what had just happened. She looked down to see his hand clenched, wrapped in a cloth. "Even after healing up over that battle," she said with mouth full of berries, "Ya still look like shit. What's with the hand?" Enoch smirked wryly. "I feel like shit," he responded before glancing down at his hand. Not exactly the hand causing that but... Tugging on the knot, he pulled it loose and unclenched his fist, showing her the blistering that had started to form. His mouth wrenched up a bit as he spread his fingers, immediately realizing stretching the skin was a mistake. "No big deal, just a bit sore is all," he explained, grabbing a couple of berries with his free hand, more for stress relief than sustenance at this point. |
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Post by schribbit on Nov 26, 2015 4:48:05 GMT -6
Tugging on the knot, he pulled it loose and unclenched his fist, showing her the blistering that had started to form. His mouth wrenched up a bit as he spread his fingers, immediately realizing stretching the skin was a mistake. "No big deal, just a bit sore is all," he explained, grabbing a couple of berries with his free hand, more for stress relief than sustenance at this point. "Oh gross, that looks like- hey, what the heck?" Daryn grabbed Enoch's wrist to get a better look with the dim campfire light. "That looks like you got sprayed by Manasa's blood. When did this happen? Here, wait a second-" Daryn emptied out her quiver once again, holding the arrows in place as she'd done earlier. The only thing left inside it was her tin of ointment- there wasn't much left due to general use over two weeks, she needed to make more- there were a good few uses left in it. She put the quiver down next to her not intending to put it back on for the rest of the night. "Here-" she said again, opening the tin herself and holding it out in a way he could help himself easily. "This should ease the burning. Anyway, how did this even happen?" |
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Post by not u on Nov 26, 2015 5:14:26 GMT -6
"Oh gross, that looks like- hey, what the heck?" Daryn grabbed Enoch's wrist to get a better look with the dim campfire light. "That looks like you got sprayed by Manasa's blood. When did this happen? Here, wait a second-" Daryn emptied out her quiver once again, holding the arrows in place as she'd done earlier. The only thing left inside it was her tin of ointment- there wasn't much left due to general use over two weeks, she needed to make more- there were a good few uses left in it. She put the quiver down next to her not intending to put it back on for the rest of the night. Enoch raised an eyebrow and watched as she examined his hand, taking a moment to process what she just said. "Wait, how do you know about--" He paused as Daryn loudly emptied out the quiver, watching her take out a tin of some sort and open it up. "Thank you." The priest gratefully scooped out a small amount of the ointment and applied it to the blisters. There didn't seem to be a ton of the medicine left and he felt a bit guilty to be taking from her limited rations. As he coated the blisters in the ointment, he found himself involuntarily sighing in relief as the burning began to subside. "That helps a lot, thanks," he replied, waiting for the topical creme to soak in before wrapping it back up. "Back in the woods, Manasa was injured and cut on her arm. I didn't realize..." He chuckled a bit. "Rather, I didn't think, and I went to take a look at her wound and got some of her blood on my hands. I've heard some tales about the Vishkanyan, but it didn't even cross my mind in the heat of the moment. She's with Rezza now thankfully." He glanced across the campfire towards the healer's position before looking back at Daryn. "I'm surprised you know about the blood. How did that happen?" |
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Post by cassiroll on Nov 26, 2015 5:23:10 GMT -6
Celty carried Oxy over to the fire, not looking anyone in the eyes as she carefully set him down. They were as far away as they could be from other members of the guild while still feeling the fire’s heat, trying to avoid more questions and confrontations. It was late, and the mother was exhausted. “Ma,” Oxy whispered. He still seemed decently awake despite everything. “Don’t go to sleep.” Celty smiled at him and lay down on the ground beside him, the crackling of the woods filling her ears and soothing her a bit. She wasn’t sure if she even COULD sleep. “We’ll be alright, Oxy. They won’t pull anything for now if we stay quiet. And I’m…” her eyes drooped a bit, “I’m just really tired…” A few moments later and she was completely asleep. Oxy pushed himself up and stared at her, head cocked. Her eyes opened again a few moments later, the witch staring out. “I suppose I can’t try and run away anymore,” The witch grumbled, referring to the previous weeks where Celty had woken up farther and farther away from camp everyday. She’d had many short and awkward conversations with Oxy during these trips, trying to convince him that he was still his mother. But he’d picked up on it pretty fast. She looked over at him, annoyed. “You’re a little too smart for my liking, kid.”“Let Mama sleep,” He replied. “She doesn’t need it. Well, her mind does, but as long as I’m here my magic will keep her body sustained as long as I’m in it.” She tucked her hands under her head and stared up at the stars. “These nights are when I get most of my hours in anyways; don’t want to waste them---What the hell, I shouldn’t be telling you this.” She grumbled, rolling onto her side. “Why do you hate me?” Oxy asked curiously. “Because you’re annoying as hell,” She muttered. “Why won’t you let Mama tell?” He tried again. Clarissa turned back over and glared at them. “Because they’ll kill me, alright? I didn’t make it all these centuries by shouting to people what I was. This woman is my only host right now. I can’t escape to another if she gets killed. I need another goddamn contract.”“They didn’t kill me,” He said simply. “They’re idiots.”“Why’d you only have one body when Mama came to you?” Clarissa turned away again, seeming irritated especially by this comment. “Because I didn’t need another one,” she whispered. “I was fine with her.”“Why?” “Don’t you have someone else to bother, you little brat?” The witch hissed. She pulled herself into a ball with her back to the boy. “Go do what your mom said—make friends. You sure as hell need them.”Oxy seemed satisfied enough with the conversation. He got to his feet and made his way to where more people were, planting himself next to the lady with the strange ears (Ooro). “Hi,” He said with less confidence than usual, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t know you. We should be friends.” He was incredibly blunt about this, unaware that Ooro had been in the woods watching the scene unfold. |
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