Sapphire sat with the two wolves, her hand anxiously running through the fur on Huntâs neck as she watched the woman take care of her brother. She knew he was in good hands but she couldnât help but worry. He was her brother after all. If something happened to anyone in her family it would break her. Her love for her family was one of the most driving parts of her.
The brunetteâs attention was snapped to focus on the masked face of a man who sat on the floor next to her. Hunt let out a low growl of warning as he glared at the man, but his growl was cut short as Saph flicked his snout.
âBe nice Hunt.â Sapphire warned him before focusing on the man as he began to speak.
"I know this must seem like the strangest time for me to ask but... where did you get your hooded cloak from? It seems like it's really warm and well made and the shade of red suits you nicely." The man commented.
âWell normally my family says Iâm not supposed to talk to strangers, especially men. But you clearly are trying to distract me from what is happening with my brother so I will break the rule this time.â Sapphire mentioned, facing the man.
âBreak it this time!? When do you not break the rule?â Hunt commented causing Sapphire to give him a look which he just returned. Once Saph refocused on the man she smiled her usual smile.
âWell, ya see. It was a gift for my 12th birthday. Since I had decided to take up hunting my mom made it for me. It is unique to me but it also kind of matches my brotherâs. Though his is basically falling apart now. But it was basically like my family finally accepting they could not turn me away from being a hunter! It is one of my favorite things behind my family and Hunt, and the other wolves, and Uncle Bobby of course.â Once she had begun talking, she just began to ramble on. Saph opened her mouth to talk again when she heard her brotherâs voice. She snapped her head in time to watch him break the table and fall off of it. Then she heard him mention Wendigoâs and her eyes widened as her thoughts began to race.
Sitting back on the chair next to the table, Rowyn watched the man. Watching his color and his chest. Making sure he didnât turn blue or get any paler and making sure he was still breathing. She could care less for the blood still on her hands. Sheâd wash them soon enough, well that was her plan. The demon wanted her to do something else of course.
âYou should just lick the blood off your hands. Then you will finally know how delicious mortal blood is.â The demon purred in her mindâs ear.
âYou and I both know that I am not going to do that.â Rowyn whispered under her breath in response to the disgusting idea of the demon. This was an all too normal idea of his when she ended up with blood on her hands. His newest thing for her to try was blood. Seeing as the last time he had possessed her body, heâd forced her to eat raw meat and well. It didnât turn out too well for her. It made her very sick and she wanted to get angry but she couldnât as doing so would just give him control again. Something she did not want. The demon had then decided he needed to get her used to blood first, because of course logically she needed to like blood and be used to it before she could eat raw meat. Not that raw meat could just be bad for her in a different sense. No the demon wouldnât listen to that reason.
Turning her gold eyes upon a blonde woman, she watched as the woman placed her hand on the injured manâs forehead and muttered words. The only ones Rowyn could make out were âpowerâ and âheavenâ. The woman and the words made the demon within her uneasy and even Rowyn uneasy. All things holy only hurt Rowyn because of the demon so priests and churches and the such had always had her uneasy.
âI donât like her. Too holy. Kill her before she becomes a problem. Kill her.âRowyn ignored the demon as it began to practically chant for her to kill the woman. Something Rowyn refused to do. As the demon within continued to chant, she watched on with golden eyes as the woman looked disappointed after saying her words. She wasnât sure what she was trying to do but it seemed it hadnât worked or just didnât have the effect she wanted. Rowynâs attention was snapped to focus onto a younger man with red hair as he spoke.
â...âs good work miss. Iâll...help I guess? Get clean bandages and what not as you need them. Got nothing else to do and it seem a bit unfair to leave you taking care of the injured on yer own.ââOh. Uh.. thank you.â Rowyn hadnât ever had anyone compliment her healing so it was weird and new to her, leaving her not sure how to respond, she did however know how to respond to the rest,
âThere really is no need for you to help. Iâve done this for quite a few years on my own now. I can handle it alone. But.. uh⌠thank you though?â She thanked him not sure if she should, so it came out as a question. Rowyn was used to working alone. To being alone. Help. Well sheâd never had it before so she wasnât sure she really needed it. She was sure she didn't want it. She wouldnât say that of course. Saying so would be rude. Being rude could mean losing potential customers. No customers, no income. No income, she was back on her own fending for herself and well then there was no chance of ever ridding herself of the demon.
Before either could speak another word, the injured man woke up and introduced himself before flirting? Did he really just attempt to flirt when he was still so pale and weak? Well, that was certainly different but honestly he was a hunter, so not too surprising to the girl. What was surprising was the table breaking, the man falling and his face⌠landing where it did.
His face landed face down in her lap.
Rowyn froze, shocked and entirely unsure of what to do. The position, though in public fully clothed and well theyâd only just met, seemed very much so like something meant for private. Between two people in a relationship nonetheless. All Rowyn could do was sit in shock as her face slowly grew redder and redder. His comment on wendigos barely phasing her. All the while her demon was shouting obscenities in her brain, saying how only he was allowed to do such things to her and such.
She wouldnât lie, sheâd been feeling it too. The same uneasiness that Taran had been feeling. The forest felt off. Sheâd been in it before and today the feeling was wrong. As she listened to the man explain that not all she requested might be fulfilled and as he introduced himself, she shifted from one foot to another. Celosia was well aware she might not get everything she wanted, sheâd try.
When Taran told her they couldnât be there anymore right before a scream rang out from the village, Cel couldnât agree more. The fog that was seeping from the town into the woods towards them held a feeling of power and danger. A slight itch to help those in the town sat in the back of her mind as she took off running behind Taran, barely able to see him as the fog was on either side of her and nipping at his ankles. Celosia kept reminding herself that there were only hunters in town now. That
her town was dead, gone, destroyed. She closed her eyes and let out a breath before reopening them as the itch faded and she began to run faster.
Celosia had to skid to a halt though as she watched a man come running out of the fog straight into Taran. She noticed the man was a hunter and her guards were up immediately but she made sure to not use any magic as she approached and held out a hand to Taran to help him up all while eyeing and watching the man closely. She was unsure of what to say in the situation. Celosia had no interactions with hunters except for spotting them and hiding from them. She decided to let Taran handle the situation all while she kept an eye on the area around them as the fog grew thicker. Her eyes flicking from area to area to the mystery man back to the areas around. Her ears listening out for anything suspicious and her magic warming her body just in case. The fog was dangerous but the man was too. Cel had yet to determine which one was more dangerous though.
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