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@whalekeeper @rae @loopylin ok i’m back
Sniper
Gabriel walked around like he knew the place.
Sorta reminded me of, well, me during the war, when I was wanderin’ the old halls of my dad’s lab back on Staten, my earliest memories reactivated.
“Is this where you lived with that old man? Your master?” Lucy asked.
“This is where he found me. I had been bitten by a hydra, he stumbled across me looking for the person who was killing the monsters in the forest. I had a bad fever from the hydra venom, I don’t remember too much until afterwards.” he explained, starin’ through the window. A vase of flowers sat there, a type I’d never seen before. Their scent drilled into my nose.
Huntress looked around, takin’ specific notice of the neatly arranged knives and their half-woven sheaths. “Nice house. Simple, I like it.”
She looked over at me. “Sorta reminds me a tiny bit of our home. Well, our home the way it looks now, not when I first saw it. It was a mess back then.”
I growled. “Don’t bring that up, Jaylen.”
“It’s the truth,” she protested.
I rolled my eyes and studied the beast pelts on the walls. They didn’t look like any animals I knew.
“So are these the monsters you were killin’ when you got hit by the hydra?” I asked, lookin’ over at him and pointin’ back at ’em with my thumb claw. “Or are they normal animals from yer place?”
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
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Just to be clear, the flowers are bushes outside of the house. I don’t think I mentioned that.
Gabriel
“Was that your blood?”
Gabriel looked back at the rug, and nodded. He’d bled on the floor more times than he cared to tell her. He hoped she wouldn’t notice more faint stains.
“So are these the monsters you were killin’ when you got hit by the hydra?” Sniper asked, pointing to the animal pelts. “Or are they normal animals from yer place?”
Gabriel, silently thankful for the distraction, answered him. “Most of them are from the normal creatures I ate. The rug beneath you and on my bed are both from the same direwolf, a monster. Most other monsters have more scraggly coats unfit for anything, or scales.” Gabriel walked to the table, picking up one of the hunters knives. The handles were coated in fine, bright green and brown scales with a slight iridescent glint to them. Their formation and small size weren’t unlike a normal snakes. “This was the hydra.” He handed it to Sniper.
Every detail seemed correct, down to every little stain. But how? The only people who even knew about this cabin so deep in the monster-infested forest Gabriel had lived in were himself and his master. Hunters never even went there anymore, it was too dangerous.
Gabriel opened the window, leaning out and cutting a bundle of flowers. He clipped off the two-inch thorns before handing them to Lucy. “The monsters of my home hate those. Something about their smell I think. They kept them away from me in here.”
"Tell me is the world really worth saving?" -Everybody Dies by Rory Webley
Help Gabriel.He’d bled on the floor more times than he cared to tell her. He hoped she wouldn’t notice more faint stains.
Bruh
Lucille
Lucy took a deep breath of the flowers, and passed some of them to Mel. This sniff test required a two-person court.
While the adults talked, Lucy watched Gabriel quietly, then glanced around the room. She wandered around, analyzing everything, from the table to the many skins.
Something had spilled on another corner of the rug. She stopped, planted her feet on the floor, and pointed. “What about this blood?”
Mel
The rug under Mel’s feet looked soft, so she sat down on it and began stroking the fur. The voices from the others blurred together in an abstract painting behind her. Something about monsters and home. Her hand sank deeper into the fur and she found herself stuck in the repetitive motion of combing her fingers through it.
Lucy’s hand appeared, holding out a couple white and pink flowers to Mel. She accepted the gift and stared at them, taking in all the little details. Her nose was still too stuffy to smell the flowers, but they were very pretty to look at. Suddenly, she remembered something, and reached into the inside pocket of her puffy coat to pull out the yellow rose Lucy had given her when they’d first met. Unsurprisingly, the rose was wilted and slightly crushed. As she pulled it out, the head flopped, threatening to fall off the flimsy stem, and several petals floated to the ground. Mel stared at it with the same fascination as the new flowers. The yellow looked good with the white and pink. Still transfixed by her flimsy bouquet, Mel laid down on her side, cuddling further into the soft rug.
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Just in her own little world rn
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He’d bled on the floor more times than he cared to tell her. He hoped she wouldn’t notice more faint stains.
Something had spilled on another corner of the rug. She stopped, planted her feet on the floor, and pointed. “What about this blood?”
Lol, you can’t hide, Gabriel
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