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Son of a whore,”
“You can’t blame a child for their parentage.” Shadows settled just a few steps behind the strange trio, Kelvin’s true form, arrows and all seeming to slide from darkness. His voice echoed just slightly with the hollowness of the dead, but the tone was quiet and had a hint of amusement. The phantom caught up with the rearmost member of the group with just a few steps, and he slowed to match her pace. With a sideways glance, he waved an armored gauntlet over the short woman’s satchel. The entire bag seemed to darken a shade, silencing the clank of metal for an instant before the sound returned, almost in defiance- his illusion fading. Kelvin’s head cocked in interest at that.
“Tell me,” his hand moved again, this time forming a slightly rippling bubble about the bag- only muffling the sound, instead of canceling it.
“Why are a demon, fairy, and human walking peaceably in the middle of the Deathwood?” His tone darkened slightly at the name of the forest. It was one of the few places that had mostly escaped the clutches of time, over the centuries. He had doubts that there was even a Demon alive that could remember when the first tree was planted.
“A bond was broken here, recently.” He turned his head to look towards a certain, cursed clearing.
“These woods were never safe… but some bonds should never be broken.” A chill touched the air for an instant as ice coalesced underfoot, before disappearing.
“A chain is only as strong as its weakest link, after all.”@Narcotic Dollie