Illegal Magic

[Temma-Kati]

Okay, wow, that was embarrassing. 


Anyways, here we go! So sorry about that.... Give me a few moments to type up a responce?

 

[Temma-Kati]

Belle had been washing her clothing in a stream, the summer-warmed water flowing over her caramel-tan hands as she wrung the pair of jeans in the water. A few t-shirts and two more pairs of jeans were washing themselves along side - the warm violet glow suggesting magic.  The Mythical was lovely - her hair was unusually fiery red, typed back with a black ribbon. It easily reached her mid-back, straight and thick against the plain black tank top she wore. A pair of blue jeans hugged her legs, tucked into old, battered leather boots she had owned for years. A dash of freckles splashed across the bridge of her nose and across her tan face, accenting the strange color of her eyes, a tell-tale sign of a mythical.


Her irises were a pale violet, vivid and sharp with intelligence. There was a glamour she could cast to cover the violet hues with a smokey brown, but she rarely did while she was at home - a small cabin in the forest, miles away from civilization, and quiet. A wolf sat next to the doorway calmly, his tails wagging slightly at his sky blue eyes watched his master, the Mythical woman. 


Belle's first hint of a human was this wolf, who she called Indi. Indi had leapt to his massive gray paws, ears pricked, and whined softly. This caused Belle to look up, the glamour enchanting her eyes falling into place. She blinked twice to clear her vision, the clothes shooting from the water and pinning themselves on clothelines. What she saw when her vision cleared was shocking; her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. A young child, no more than five - crying and clinging to a horribly filthy comfort blanket, clearly starved, with bruises and cuts that's ere clearly infected all over her tiny body. Blonde hair an absolute disaster, her eyes puffy and red - Belle coul barely stand to see it. "Mama," The child sobbed, and that shook Belle from her stupor. 


"My child," She gasped, flying to her feet and grabbing a cup of water she had with her. She quickly knelt by the tiny, starving child, urging her to drink even as she sobbed with no tears - dehydration had canceled any water to be spared for crying. Once the water was gulped down, Belle helped the child lie down - the blanket flew with a violet glow into the stream, washing itself rapidly, before wringing itself dry. A huge, focused gust of wind dried it, and the child gripped it desperately. Her eyes were closing, which Belle knew was a bad sign. "Hold on, my child, hold on for me," Belle begged, her eyes closing as she spread her hands over the childs body.


A burst of magical energy radiated from her palms as pulses of intense violet light. Infections started to burn away - the childs soaring fever slowly started to decline. Belle muttered the old healing spell rapidly, hoping it would be enough to save the childs life. A deep wound across the childs face broke open once more to release the infection before slowly closing together again, healing. The process was painful, and the child started crying again in a high voice. Belle didn't dare stop the spell to sooth her, knowing that her energy would be drained faster with two spells at once. 

 

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Purposefully a being moved in the forest. The man was tall and slender. Shaggy hair brown hair reached past his shoulders usually. Today his hair was pulled up concealed under a forest green bandanna. His clothes were designed to conceal him from his prey.


His shirt was a dark green tank top. He had brown cargo pants and boots that were tattered. Berwyn has been a skilled hunter for almost a decade. He was battle worn and cold as a result of his plight. A scar spanned from his left ear to the corner of his mouth; it was hardly visible under his light beard. He had scars to his arms, legs and back. His hands were calloused and cracked.   


Berwyn stopped and reached into a small pouch hanging from his right belt loop. He withdrew a canteen and took a long swig. He then poured water into the palm of his hand, and splashed his grimy face. The man slowly lowered himself to the ground as he replaced the canteen, and grabbed a grubby piece of parchment. A photo of a female covered most of the paper. Berwyn had the picture memorized.


He closed his eyes and imagined, tan skin, long red hair, violet eyes.


When he opened his eyes he hungrily searched the page for anything he might have missed. Satisfied with the result he slipped the paper back in the pouch. He was even given her name Guinevere Belle, was his target. Berwyn continued his trek in the forest listening intently. After a few minutes he heard the babble of running water.


Berwyn crouched down as he neared a clearing. He grasped the bow he had strapped to his back, and got on his hands and knees. He crawled careful not to put too much pressure on his bow. When he entered the clearing he hesitated. Berwyn was on his stomach, on a large grassy hill overlooking the water. He was almost certain that he couldn't be spotted at this angle.


The man now reached into another pouch hanging from his right belt loop securing a small jar. Inside the jar was a deep purple concoction. The jar contained a poison called aconite, also known as wolfs-bane. It causes the victim to eventually succumb to asphyxiation. Berwyn grabbed an arrow from the quiver strapped to his back. He then dipped the arrow in the aconite mixture. He took a deep breath as he placed the arrow against the string of his bow and pulled back.


Berwyn searched the area for the familiar red hair. "Aha" He muttered under his breath when he saw her profile. He paused when he saw another smaller person come into view. Patiently, Berwyn watched. The rage engulfed him when he saw what she was doing to that defenseless girl. The read head was hovering over her.


The child was sobbing uncontrollably. She looked like she was close to death. She was severely malnourished, and also covered in bruises. Her blond hair in disarray. Berwyn surveyed the area around Belle. That's when he noticed the wolf. If he shot the woman first he would alert the wolf and might not be able to recover the body.


He sighed, he hated violence against animals but in this case it was necessary. Berwyn fired two arrows in quick succession. First he aimed for the wolf's hind leg. He then grabbed another arrow and laced it with wolfs-bane once more. Berwyn aimed his arrow at Belle’s neck. He let the bow string go slowly. He hear the arrow whiz past his ear and fly towards the red head. Berwyn noted the wind would probably carry the arrow to her shoulder; that didn't worry him because the poison on the arrow tip should render her incapacitated.


   

 

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The he-wolf howled in pain, sudden and sharp, that came from the arrow lodged in his hind leg. Massive paws arching through the air, he instinctively launched himself to his owner - too late. The arrow struck clean through the mythicals shoulder, and her silver-metallic blood soon covered her shirt. 


The wolf whipped around, yanking out the arrow from his flesh with a feral snarl. His eyes wild and enraged, he crouched and got ready to pounce the hunter, strong muscles rippling under thick fur. "No! Stay! Keep the child safe!" Belle ordered Indi, and he seemed to ignore her as he took a threatening pawstep forwards, snarling with the promise of death. "Indi! Stay!" Belle ordered once more, voice strained as she felt the wolfsbane seep away her powers - a little at first, but more each second. The violet glow from her palms remained steady as she continued her spell.


Indi finally let himself stand protectively behind Belle, who willingly kept her back towards the hunter as she frantically healed the childs every wound and disease, banishing parasites. The wolfsbane was doing more and more to her energy, seeping it away and making her lungs contract. Panic flared in Belles mind as she suddenly couldnt breathe at all, her vision fading. Her voice continued, even if her lungs did not - sacrificing her last breath for the young child. 


With a last, shocking black of violet glow, the child was whole once more. Her blonde hair was even smooth again, her clothing mended. Scars and bruises faded away into nothing, chapped lips were soft from hydration. However, the child was afraid, and rightfully so. "Find home," Belles voice was almost to strained to hear, ehr eyes loosing focus as she fell forwards. Indo howled relentlessly, prodding his owners cheek and neck desperately, whimpering with his tail between his legs. 


The child took to her feet, grabbing the blanket. She dashed into the woodd with a muffled sob of fright. Belle extended a hand, a final charm - the child suddenly turned, blasting through the threes in a safe route to the nearest human road. Without a second glance at the hunter, Belle gave up the fight - gave up trying to breathe. With tunneling vision, she decided it with best to just slip... away... peacefully.... So, with a hand pressed to Indi's side, who lay against her in grief, she let herself fall limp.

 

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Berwyn smiled when he saw his arrows hit their mark. Quickly he pushed himself into a crouching position. He watched silently as he returned his wolfsbane to his pouch. He surveyed the small area. There was no way to sneak down. The clearing was open with no cover so the woman could use the last of her energy to kill him. Berwyn decided to wait it out. After all it should only take a few moments. The man watched the wolf. He was not a monster. He hated that he had to harm an innocent just to put down an enemy. Berwyn slowly emerged from his cover and when he did he regretted it. 


He heard the witch yell something at her companion. Berwyn tensed as he fell to the ground on his stomach. He lifted a head to look at the woman. She wasn't yelling attack commands. That was odd. Berwyn slowly got back to his feet and watched with his head tilted slightly to the side. Usually Berwyn acted first and questioned afterwards because he was afraid if he waited to act he wouldn't have the time to survive or ask any questions. On this occasion, Berwyn couldn't stop himself from watching. If he didn't know any better it would seem that this witch was actually healing the girl.


Slowly Berwyn shook the fogginess from his mind. "No." He chastised himself quietly, "She's a monster who needs to be stopped." He rushed forward. "Hey!" He bellowed at the woman "Stop harming that child." Berwyn stood a few feet from the scene, upon his approach the girl turned into the forest and began to flee. The woman also fell to the ground, the effects of the poison exhausting her. Berwyn was relieved, that girl had finally broke free of that evil magic. Berwyn took a step back when he saw the little girl look back at the witch.  She looked clean, and healed. She no longer looked malnourished. Berwyn rubbed his fist into his eyelids. He was unsure if his eyes were playing a trick on him.  When he lowered his hands he saw a flash of violet. 


A clearing appeared for the girl in the forest. Berwyn was not usually curious by nature, but he did not like being duped, and he knew either the witch or the people who hired him were duping him.


When Berwyn approached the woman he crouched a few feet from her. He got the feeling that the wolf was pretty smart. "I can save her," he started feeling ridiculous that he was trying to talk to a wolf. "You need to let me near her or she will die" Berwyn continued. "I promise i wont harm her unless she harms me first" He muttered as he placed his bow and quiver in the grass in between him and the woman. He knelled on the ground with his hands palm up.

 

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Indo raised his head, his eyes filled with feral rage as he bristled. Slowly rising to his paws in a threatening crouch, he crept towards Berwyn with a tumbling growl deep in his chest. Massive paws leaving indents in the soft ground, his claws leaving gauges, his advance would have sent panic into any normal human. He sniffed at the hunter, his growl suddenly tumbling to a stop. 


His eyes calmed, and he ducked his head towards Belle invitingly, his ears pressing against his head as he gave a pleading whine. Belle was half-unconscious, her chest still without breath. Indo pressed his nose to the hunters side, whining louder, an urge to hurry. His eyes were filled with a strange wisdom, as if he understood every words and processed them with a human mind. However, he reached out with a massive paw and dragged the weaponry to him, standing over them protectively. He would not allow the hunter to approach his beloved owner with such items. 


Belle had slipped into complete darkness by now, her mind foggy from lack of air. She looked a corpse for all the worlds - skin paling and lips tinged blue, the only life seemingly be her fiery red hair splayed around her, a violent splash of paint. Her heart beat was fading by the second, and Indi seemed to sense this. His gave a loud whine and pressed his muzzle into Belles neck repeatedly, whimpering as he pawed at her uninjured shoulder desperately, his tail between his legs. Rasping his tongue over her shoulder in vain hope of helping her, he turned to Berwyn and gave another pleading whine. 


Please! He seemed to be begging, Please save her, please! I love her - please help her.... Indo went back to nuzzling her neck, his muscles quivering almost like sobs as he whimpered, laying on his belly and putting a paw on her unharmed shoulder - he was huge! Nearly the size of a great dane, his paw was huge against her slender form.

 

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Berwyn grimaced as he extracted yet another item from his pack. This vile was dark, and it was marked with a green lid. He popped open this lid and approached the small woman. He hesitantly knelt so his lap was by her head. He frowned when he placed a hand behind her head. “This is an emetic. It will induce vomiting. She needs to throw up” Berwyn insisted at the wolf. He poured a small amount in the red heads mouth.


He put a finger under her chin and tilted her neck back urging her to swallow the medicine. He hated that he was the one who had to touch her. Even though Berwyn was not sure if this woman was absolutely evil, he still had the instinct to scrub his hands after touching her. In his world the power she possessed made her tainted. He didn’t want to nurse her back to health, but he knew that if he didn’t he would always wonder what happened with the child.


Berwyn tugged down the neck of his tank top. The shirt concealed two strands of rope. He took the rope off of his neck and placed it in front of the wolf. “For my safety I need to bind her. If she uses magic on me out of self defense I won’t be able to help her further. You have my word that I will not harm her.”



The large wolf could easily maim him but the way he was nestled into her neck assured Berwyn that he wanted her alive. Without waiting for a response Berwyn slid the woman on her side and began to bind her. He started with her feet, once they were tied together he tied her hands behind her back. Berwyn then placed her head on his lap her mouth close to the ground. He withdrew a canteen filled with cool water and set it on the ground, anticipating her to be sick. He then took yet another vile from a pocket in his pants. This vile was also filled with a dark liquid, but the cap was marked with a black top.  

 

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Belle's muscles were toned, lean under her skin - so, when she felt the potion finally urged her nausea, she managed to jerk away from the hunter and onto her knees, shivering as she inhaled air greedily between waves of sickness. Nothing came up but bile, showing that she hadn't eaten in at least two days. Indi whined loudly, ears pressed back on his head in relief at his mistresses breath.


However, the wolf did not approve of the rope around his owners hands. He bite at the bindings, but Belle shook her head once - he immediately back away, pressing his muzzle into her neck in relief. However, the toxin still wrecked through her body, her magic seeping away bit by bit. Her back to the hunter, Belle shivered uncontrollably as she still felt her life force slipping away even as air flowed easily into her lungs. The wolf sensed this, and whined loudly, frantically, winding around her body and sniffing all over, trying to find a way - any way - to heal her. He saw the second vile the hunter had, and gave a short, howl/whimper hybrid sound to plead for his owners life. 


"Indi, down boy," Belle said quietly, her voice tired and weak. He immediately obeyed, pulling away from nudging the hunters hand pleadingly and laying by Belle, his head resting in her lap. She didn't both with the ropes behind her back, letting her wrists remain bound without any struggle. Indo whined, his eyes closing as she laid onto his side, his ears lowered in pain as he smelled Belle's life slipping away. As she started to collapse, he jumped to his feet, letting Belle lean her body against his as he supported her dutifully. 

 

[AdnarimthεDovahkiin]

Berwyn watched the woman as she became sick. He was expressionless as he opened the black vile and the canteen. He mixed a few drops from the vile into the canteen and shook. Berwyn raised an eyebrow at the wolf as it whimpered. "It's okay." He consoled. 


Berwyn was grateful that the witch didn't attempt to remove her restraints. He could feel the cool steal of the dagger he had concealed in a compartment inside his cargo pants. If need be he could grab the dagger and have it to the woman's throat in a matter of seconds. 


Berwyn got to his feet grasping the canteen. "Indi is it?" The hunter asked already knowing the answer because of what the woman said to him "I have to touch her now. I need you to stay calm and back, okay?" He asked kindly.  He grabbed the woman's limp body and placed her gently on the ground. 


Berwyn gave Indi a hopeful expression when he stood over the witches small body. He had a leg on each side of her. He squated down and put the water laced with  brandy to her mouth. He then tilted her head back once more causing her to swallow. 


 He needed to take her to shelter. When he looked around he spotted her cabin not far away. "I am going to pick her up now" Berwyn warned Indi. He leaned forward brushing a strand of red from her ear.


"If I see anything like you breaking free from your bonds, or those eyes of yours open and change colors, I will strangle you." Berwyn muttered fiercely into the woman's ear. He wasn't sure if she was coherent enough to realise what he was saying but it made him feel better to have said it. 

 

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Indi must have heard his muttered comment - he seemed to roar with rage, his own eyes blurred with battle rage and blood lust, his entire coat of gray fur bristling as he lunged towards the man, jaws open, aimed directly at the hunters throat. "No!" Belle cried weakly, feeling her magic flood back into her system. With a sudden glow ion her eyes and on her palms, the roped snapped free and she threw her hands protectively in front of the hunter. Indi froze in midair, and slowly dropped onto the ground. 


Belle went limp again, shivering, looking at the hunter fearfully as she held her hands in front of her, palms at herself. Her weak posture was defensive, no chance at quick offense at this point. "No threat," She breathed near silently, her face still pale from near-death. Indo seemed to loosen from his temporary bonds - he whined in comaplaint, he sharp teeth still barred at the hunter threateningly. "Get out of here," Belle said, her voice growing stronger bit by bit. She was looking at the hunter, her violet eyes fear-struck but firm. "Your fellow hunters will know you helped a mythical if-" She broke off with a pained hiss, recoiling away from the hunter as pain lashed through her body.


Indo leapt in front of his owner the moment she broke free from the hunter, standing over her body protectively in a low, protective crouch. His blue eyes sharp with rage and blood-lust, his snarl was paired with a low, loud rumble growl. His claws left deep trenches in the ground, apparent as he placed one paw forwards - a threatening action. The Mythicals fiery red hair seemed to glitter as she tried to sit up, but she hissed in pain and squeezed ehr eyes shut, jaw clenched - Indi darted behind her, catching her before she fell once more. "The others will know you helped. Just go away, let me leave and find another home," She said weakly, her meager strength waning once again.

 

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Berwyn jumped to his feet withdrawing the dagger from inside his pants. It took him a few moments to realize what just happened. Did the witch defend him? Berwyn looked at the woman's Unrestrained hands. Berwyn took a defensive stance. He felt overwhelmed. 


Berwyn was not the type to be comfortable not knowing. He opened his mouth to question her. He was unsure how to begin. He glared at the woman when she told him to leave. 


He was so baffled he dropped his arms to his side. He saw her body rack with  pain and he instinctively took a step forward. Berwyn felt so conflicted. He hardly glanced  at Indo. She was right people would find out he helped. 


Berwyn turned and walked a few paces away from the witch. He paced back and forth. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Berwyn turned around and bellowed out the first question. 


"Why did you save me? I just threatened you!" 

 

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"Because we're all mortal, and we only have so much time!" Belle spat back with surprising spirit, letting her wolf nudge under her arm to support her weight. She struggled to her feet, almost stumbling - a weak flash of violet, and a sapling tree grew from the ground with G a milisecond, catching the Mythical woman. Clutching her abdomen, sharp pains darling through her body from the point, she lowered her violet eyes back onto the ground. "I don't kill people. My powers are for life - I can heal people. If i killed someone, that ability would be stripped." She said this quietly, slowly pushing from the tree. The wolf slung around her legs, tail swishing - his back reached above the womans waist.


"Now get out," the flaming red-head said, pointing towards the woods behind the hunter, her face tired and her voice reluctantly submissive. "I'll leave this place so you won't stumble across me again." She placed her hand on Indi's (I'm sorry, spell-check changes it to Indo and sometimes i don't catch it.) back, letting him offer himself as a balancing support. Then, Belle did something shocking, and a break to the sacred laws of Mythicals. She gave a Magical Thanks to the hunter.


She opened her palm, flat to the sky. A violet glow emitted from her palm, and dozens of tiny purple butterflies fluttered from the glow. The delicate insects fluttered innocently towards Berwyn, landing softly along his shoulders and arms. Then, they vanished one by one - each with a musical chime and a flash of purple light. Soon, the chimes fused together to create a lovely song of sorts, and the glittering lights faded away. The song ended, the butterflies were gone.


Dipping her head, Belle turned to limp towards the cabin, flaming red haired dancing acros her back.

 

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Berwyn grew more and more confused by the minute. She couldn't use her power to kill? Berwyn stared at her when she used her power. He felt the sensation in the pit of his stomach, the fear was potent. His dagger cluttered to the dirt below him.


Was this a trick? It was so easy to trust her. Suddenly he was surrounded by butterflies.  They disappeared after coming in contact with his skin. He enjoyed the musical tones. Berwyn had an extensive log of a witches powers and this talent was not on the list.


Berwyn groaned as he took a few large steps forward. "Let me help you and I'll go when you've recovered. You are unusual and I need answers" he plead as he extended an arm to her. 

 

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Belle flinched away from his hand, expecting to be slain - even after he saved her life. "I am not unusual," She replied, her voice frightened as she steped away from him, lowering violet eyes to the ground. "Witches can only create life and health, or we loose our magic." She shivered a little at the thought of her magic - it was a part of her, a part of her that she couldn't bare to release. Especially loosin her magic to murder - she was no murderer. "But whatever," She mumbled, heading back towards the cabin. "Just don't touch anything glowing."


The oak door to the cabin creaked open on it's own, and a small wolf pup stumbled outside, yowling with it's tiny voice. Indi seemed to sigh, picking up his son with his jaw S clenched gently around the pup's abdomen. Still lending Belle his back for support, Indi made sure she was perched on her small bed before gently placing the pup in her lap. The young wolf wagged his tail, soft baby fur brushing against the womans bare hands as she picked him up to settle him in the crook of her arm. Indi had trotted over to an indoor growing box, with strange plants growing. Nipping a bulb of a flower from a far plant, he came back with the stem in his hand. "Thank you, Indi. Come rest," Belle scratched the giant wolfs ears before he jumped up onto the bed behind her, stretching out and curling around where she sat protectively.


The stem grew around the redheads wrist, the bud glowing faintly violet before it started producing a water-like substance, a milk replacement for the pup. He whined happily as she fed him, her finger absentmindedly brushing against his fluffy, soft belly fur. All around the cabin, things picked off the ground and surfaces with violet glows - wooden dishes clean themselves, stacking on shelves. Berries and fruits were canning themselves, no pressure canner necessary - herbs bundled themselves with skinny twine, hooking onto bars on the ceiling to dry. A wood staff rested against the wall, which was like a mirror to the night sky and galaxy - nebulas moved across the wall, pulling and stretching. The moon was bright, the stars twinkled - obviously magic. A violet gem was secured to the top of the simple staff, blazing light - Belle's magic.


"I've been here since I was fifteen," The mythical said, still feeding the happily wriggling wolf pup. "Indi joined be as soon as I came. I was surprised you found us only now."

 

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Berwyn followed the woman hesitantly. He was unsure if she was being truthful. Everything he had ever heard about witches was negative. He heard they were violent, and that they gained their powers from draining energy from things around them. 


Berwyn spent his adult life attempting to rid the world of that evil. He would have a hard time living with himself if what the red head said was true. All he wanted was to protect the innocent. 


Berwyn jumped when the door opened. Perhaps this isn't my greatest idea He thought. He walked in the small house a few paces after the trio. He just made it over the threshold when he stopped. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened in shock. Berwyn had never been in a magic users house before. 


He always assumed that they did things like non magic users. He felt simple minded when he eyed items returning to shelves. Dishes were being washed and dried. Everything in the cabin was tinted with a violet hue. 


Berwyn glanced back at the woman when she spoke. He noticed her nursing the pup with a plant and his confusion deepened. It took a few minutes for him to realize she addressed him. "I began on the outskirts of the forest..." He trailed off uncomfortably. 


He cleared his throat as he emptied a few items from his pack. He placed the canteen and a roll of bandages on the floor in front of him. "You need to drink this every half hour. I can also bandage you up if you are too weak to heal yourself" Berwyn muttered. 

 

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Belle was quite for a moment, eyes falling back to the wolf pup. He had released the plant, which she set to the side. He was peacefully asleep in her arm, snuggled against her. Carefully moving her hands under the pup, she set him in the bed next to her - he curled into a little ball, but didn't wake. "I..." She trailed off, glancing over at the hunter with a puzzled expression.


"I don't understand. You had at me at deaths door - why'd you save me?" Her speach was strained, hinting at the pain she still felt. She took no move towards the items at the hunter's feet - she didn't want to show how weak she was, didn't want him to stay. She was afraid of him. "After all, a mythical is a mythical," her voice turned bitter, and she looked down at ehr hands, clasped in her lap. "And we all deserve to die, even those who can't hurt anyone."


Her green eyes didn't look back up - she was simply too scared to see his reaction. She fully expected another arrow in her chest, that him bringing her back was just to re-watch her pain and suffering. Her mind flashed over to the wolf pup - one hand reached out to him, smoothing his fur with a few gentle fingers. He snuggled around ehr hand, whining lovingly in his sleep, tiny tail beating a bit. Indi huffed from behind Belle, curling around and setting his massive head in. Her lap adoringly. How could such a woman - with such a gentle touch - be a killer? 

 

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Unsure how to respond, Berwyn shifted uncomfortably. He ran his hand across the back of his neck. "The girl was able to run away" he started. He began to pace as he wondered how to word everything that was running through his mind. "When i had you in my sights, she was malnourished...she was barely able to stand. I thought you were hurting her, so i tried to stop you" Berwyn sighed. "You have to understand, for as long as i can remember you have been the enemy. I was told you all needed to be wiped out. I was also told that you did heinous things to get those powers" his eyes narrowed when he thought about all the things he had been told. 


"You cannot possibly understand the confusion I feel. This is the first time in my life that i am doubting my instincts, because the instinct to save you could have cost me my life."


Berwyn jerked open the door to her cabin and bolted out of it. He could feel the panic rising in his chest. He started to gulp in air. His adrenaline was beginning to fade, and he started to notice the gravity of what he had done. He could not return to the order now. He glanced up at the sun, and knew it was sometime in the early evening. He left for this mission at sun up. He should be returning anytime now. His father, and all of his brothers were in the order. Not only was he truly alone for the first time, but by this time tomorrow the order would send a search party after him. Berwyn fell to his knees by the stream and dipped his hands in the cool water. He formed a cup with his hands and brought the water to his face. I could leave now. He thought as he brought more water to his face and drank. 


But at what cost?


He knew he had questions for the order that needed answered. Berwyn also knew that they would be answered with a blade. The order was little more than hired swords, they did not need to know why a target needed to be killed so most didn't ask. Berwyn sat and crossed his legs. He scanned the forest with his trained eyes. "What have i done?" He asked aloud. 

 

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"Rough position, huh?" A droll voice said, and a young boy plopped onto the ground besides Berwyn. He groaned, stretching long and yawning - in his mouth were sharp teeth, like a wolves. "I'm Indi - well, part of Indi. My wolf version is much more comfortable for me. Ah -" He let out a foul word casually, swiping a spider from his arm. His eyes were a vivid violet, like Belle's.


"Anyways, y'know what you did. You saved a lass's life, and you did good. Now, lemme explain how I'm here, 'Kay? So, about a year ago, this was my body. Shocking, I know - not very impressive. But I was curious so I wandered into the woods and stumbled upon what should really be your target - a vampire. Next thing I know, I'm half dead and Belle's there, standing over me and doing her best to heal me. She could only transfer part of my mind into another body - and there just so happened to be an alpha wolf not far, fallen off a cliff. Now, I can only project this form just a short while - thank god too, I hate being human. Honestly, i'm so slow and clumsy."


He reached up and scratched vigorously at his head, a faint growl rising in his chest. "Anyways, here's your confusion of your little cult of hunters filled out to a T - there's two kinds of Mythicals." The wolf boy held up two fingers, his nails black claws. "One - you got your humans with powers, like my girl Belle. They are pretty much harmless, even helpful. Their magic is born in their blood with them, and will be revoked if they kill in the name of violence. Now, there's your true dangers, the creatures you so-called hunters ignore. The Fallen, actually - they aren't Mythicals. The Fallen are the Mythicals that have killed for the sake of bloodshed. Vampires, Evil Spirits, Werewolves, the whole gaggle of fairy tales. Those are the one's you should be hunting, not the kind spirits like Belle. But if you do go after my girl, i'll rip your throat out." He added casually, scratching behind his ear. 


"Yeah, you won't be welcomed back home, idiot. You're gon' get yourself killed. Come back to Belle, she can protect you. Now, lets go before the rest of your god awful cult comes back. Belle can answer anymore questions." He heaved a sigh and gave a sarcastic little wave, then he seemed to melt. Where there was once a boy, there was now the wolf. He gave a pointed look to the hunter before standing up and trotting back towards the cottage.

 

[AdnarimthεDovahkiin]

Berwyn leapt in the air after a boy appeared beside him. Berwyn took a defensive stance with his fist clenched. The boy was too familiar with him, and inside his mouth was a row of sharp teeth. Berwyn sighed after the introduction. He shoved his fist under his armpits and stood with his arms crossed glaring at Indi. 


He couldn't help but roll his eyes in frustration. Everything about this wolf and his master was unnatural but the worst of them were those eyes. Berwyn looked everywhere but into those eyes as he listened. He snorted after hearing about vampires, werewolves, and other things that go bump in the night. They all started as 'mythicals'. 


The most comical thing about all that he heard was that Berwyn actually believed it. He threatened Belle and she did not see


raise a hand against him. Was it because of what she would become if she ever hurt another creature? It took a few moments to realize that Indi was no longer talking. 


He followed the boy back towards the cabin, unsure what would become of him now.

 

[Temma-Kati]

Indi let a howl, short and sharp, as he trotted back towards the cabin in wolf form. Inside, things had stilled - Belle too. She was now laying on her back, the wolf pup safely curled on her stomach asher chest rose with shallow breath. The gray wolf form that made up Indi carefully jumped up, stretching out alongside Belle's body. Her flaming hair was splayed around her, giving her a fiery halo.


Indi prodded her neck with his muzzle and growled, waking her eyes. As the mythicals eyes opened, the house came back to life. Mostly just the herbs - they were dry now, powdering themselves into vials of oil and transforming into colorful potions. They gave a sweet scent to the small area, the healing magic being created leaving its smell. As they finished, the vials dropped into a small bag. It must have been magically deepened, because dozens upon dozens of potions had already been set inside, clicking gently together. 


"I'm surprised you came back," Belle said, pulling herself into a sitting position, her hand going to the wound in her shoulder as she winced. "Glad though - you would have been killed. Thank you, Indi," She stroked the massive wolves head, and he growled happily. "If I were you, hunter, I'd get ready to travel a good distance. Thankfully, I have a friend who can help us out."

 

[AdnarimthεDovahkiin]

Berwyn felt the pressure of the unanswered questions on his lips. He couldn't help but to survey the red head in a new light. Berwyn shoved the optimism down to the pit of his stomach. 


After Belle's suggestion, Berwyn did a mental check of his belongings.  His bow and arrow were lying outside the cabin along with his dager. A few of his items were strewn upon the floor of the small house. 


"First please let me bandage you up?" He asked as he stooped to pick up his canteen and bandages. Berwyn felt ridiculous offering to help. He was unsure of her ability to heal herself. He was not even sure how his poison would effect her. Berwyn usually didn't leave magicals alive this long. 


Berwyn took a few steps forward. He stopped a few feet short of Belle and titled his head inquisitivly.