Rae:

Quote:[trigger warning: gross stuff, eating dead bodies]


I'm meaner than my demons.

Running, always running, always making sure her feet were moving because she was always so tense always so anxious that there was some shadowy beast waiting to bite her. It was instinct, as natural as eating, and so it was something she had never questioned. It was who Rae was, in all her doubtful glory. She could never change that part about her. She was certain of that now, and it was something she'd never fully come to terms with. Why was she like this?

Rain wouldn't be too far off, she could smell it on the air, carried by an ominous wind. You can't keep that pace up for ever, baby doll. Heavy, heaving breaths escaping her as she came to a halt, thin limbs quaking under her weight.  Breath Rae, what the fuck are you doing, who the fuck are you running from? Everyone. Her brows furrowing together as she gasped out a choked hack, drool and spittle collecting on the ground as she looked on wide eyed. Gotta knock a little harder than that, her lips twisting into a tired smirk.

One moment she could be at odds with herself, and then in the same breath got about life like everything was at least 'normal'. Nothing was normal, nothing would ever be normal. Not in here, with these people, and this smell of rot- Speaking of which, head lifting to a decaying corpse that half lay draped on a rock. Carrion for the maggots that already feasted upon whatever or whoever it might have been. "Pathetic." Her voice sharp, cutting through the silence, tail raising behind her and fur bristling. For whatever reason he mouth watered, but she'd ignore... for now.

That corpse would never be her.

Amen lets out a sigh of relief as a few strays here and there approached, but the feeling of relief was soon ushered away as they began to ask questions. Of course, she was prepared for them- a weary glance was offered to Eve, who answered each question to the best of her ability, and to Francisca, who spoke bluntly and didn't skirt around the point.. like she would.

"Yes, we're.. welcome to take anyone on board who is interested in going back home with us. You're not obligated to stay, of course! You're always welcome to return.. ah.. home.."  although, she looked around the wasteland and gulped. Was this really home to any of them who came? Not that she could judge them for making due, but..

"Well.. the knowledge bit.. the specific knowledge bit can be answered by someone other than myself, as I.. I understand what it is we're looking for, I just can't put it into words, you know?" and that was something Deimos could do, or perhaps Franky and Eve would want to take over that part, but she suspected the kingdom's weird daughter had a better way of phrasing whatever it was they needed.

"If you're still not sure you want to come back with us, I suggest staying behind. We're.. on a tight schedule, you see? I.. We need to be going back home, and it's quite a trip, but we can chat a bit more on the way, how's that sound?" a paw reached up to nervously brush back stray hairs along her head, petting back her heavy ears as she grinned her awkward smile. "I'll even escort you back here when we're done, unless you choose to stay.. but please.. if you're willing to come along, we'd like to be out of here and back on the road before the sun sets."

And it was setting soon. Not that she wanted to rush them, she would've liked to stay out of Gemini for a bit longer, stretch her legs- search for Alteron to find Eira- learning about those from the inbetween, but ah..

Amen stands, dips her head and proceeds to slip past Eve and Franky with her father's light steps. She fumbled this expedition, and she couldn't bare to look at her companions, let alone speak to them. The little ghost hunter had hoped to find more than passerbys, but alas, anyone would do, for now.

ZASHA:

Quote:ooc;
the whole family is encouraged to post and meet the kids, and i guess... smelly sunblink can post shatter in here to thrill kill these kids
just let the lil babs post first, after that there's no posting order!

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Daddy was dumb, said that I’d be something special

The crackling of fire echoed throughout the abandoned cathedral, among her piles of fur, where smaller piles of flesh and fur nestled close to mother and father alike. The Dragon Mother had become more reclusive as of late, and Zasha had followed, staying by her side and only leaving to bring her food and water. Incubus and him taking turns offering their bodies for warmth and support. Zasha laid behind her, head draped on her back as that singular tired eye watched them. They were far larger now, yappy and full of character, he'd remembered the night they were born. The stench of iron, foul and unpleasant, but with it brought life.

He had been there for the birth of Atlas and Oktober, he regrettably was not there for Adrian, Juni, and Kiefer. The trio handed off to him unceremoniously, the mother dead in a ditch somewhere, but he was thankful he'd been here to see all of these new little lights. A low whine caught in his throat, far too content watching them and simply laying here, but he knew that their mother would want them to make an appearance. Shifting with a huff, he'd be slow to rise, nuzzling into Azuhel's neck fur, he'd nudge each tiny, chubby body with his snout.

Zasha's gentle nose boops would be relentless until the children finally stirred, offering each a kiss. "Up up up! Gonna get up up UP!" He called to them, his voice rasped in a hoarse tone, and if Inc was near by and would allow, he'd nuzzle his nose into the other as well. "Going outside, OOOOOOO AAAAAAAAH!!" He'd say in exaggerated tones, if only to get them to move faster and wake up a bit more.

The male usually took up the reins of mother hen, he was worse than a bear when it came to children. All those stories you hear of mother's doing anything for the children, you could equate it to this father. He might have been tired, but he had enough energy to love his children and take care of them the best he could. Each child deserved that same love. He'd nudge any stragglers as he walked them through and out of the cathedral, mindful to stay close to the vicinity, they'd come to a very small clearing speckled with sunlight and wild flowers.

"Rosie! Griff, Shy Shy, Ren, Faye Faye, Artie! Stay close!" Their father would call, ears flicking back, for the love of god and his goddamn nerves. Listen kiddos. Even with that one eye of his, Zasha kept his head on a swivel, bouncing from one child to the next. They were new to this world, good and pure, and his sweet little babies. Nothing bad could ever be allowed to happen to them.

"Outside is soooo fun!!! OOOOOO AAAAAAAAH! Look at the fun!!! LOOK!"

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