What In the Name of Perytons? (Christoffer)

[Cymopoleia Aureus]

If I fall back down

you're gonna help me back

---up again*

Don't worry about me, I'm gonna make it alright Got my enemies crossed out in my sight I take a bad situation gonna make it right In the shadows of darkness I stand in the light You see it's our style to keep it true I've had a bad year, a lot to go through I've been knocked out, beat down, black and blue She's not the one coming back for you She's not the one coming back for you*

Cymmie walked through the herb grove with strength in her stride that even few men could match. She stalked like a predator, though she didn’t necessarily feel threatened at the moment, she was just always in that state of constant alertness. Prepared to spring on whatever dared challenge her and her power, but mostly dared think to harm the Village. So she moved with purpose, constantly pacing and seeming agitated by something. She just couldn’t figure out what had her in such a tizzy today.

The wolf inside her human mind was ripping at its mental cage, and she couldn’t help but groan as she felt the pelt ripple to life underneath her skin. Pushing through just a tiny bit before she forced the Beast back down and bound it tighter into its prison. She glanced up, looking at the small grove. The heady scent of rosemary and some herbs that she couldn’t name, as she had never gone through the training for it, rushed into her senses as she took a deep breath. The wolf seemed to calm for a few minutes, the familiar smell of lavender inducing that relaxation into her brain as her muscles unclenched.

Cymopoleia watched over the weaker gatherers as they gently clipped some plants here and pulled up roots there. Her emerald eyes smiled slightly even though her lips did not. She felt as if she were useful here, she never felt useful up on the platforms trying to delegate. Her Beast side was a dangerous thing to try to contain and it almost always wanted to be in Forest. She touched the two curved daggers at her side and closed her eyes, for just a moment. Yet within that second of darkness, there was a soft yell of surprise and a crashing sound.

Cymmie glanced up; over at the creature that had plowed it’s way out of the Forest’s depths. A huge peryton had plowed over a young teenager and was about to rip into the female’s neck when Cymmie threw a dagger straight at its head. It turned just in time and with a screaming bugle disappeared back into the brush of the overgrown undergrowth.

The Idol watched after it, confused, perytons never appeared this close to the Village. What was going on? People were already converging toward the girl. She wasn’t hurt anymore than a couple bruises and scratches. Cymmie however was concerned with what was happening inside the forest. Whatever was going on was getting worse.

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made by jinx of adoxography and GS

[Christoffer Lindström]

He shouldn't be out here. He had work to do, so why had he ventured out of the safety of the dining hall? Why had he dropped what he was doing just to go farther away from the village than was in his comfort zone? Oh, that's right. Blue eyes narrowed at the small boy he was chasing. Pale hands reached out to grab him, only to come short. The tips of his fingers barely brushed past the fabric of the child's shirt, resulting in an annoyed huff from the teenager. Of all days, why did his brother have to run off while he was working? He really should get Elis a babysitter. Surely someone was more qualified to watch him while he was working... No, no, that would not do. It was bad for him to think this, but he didn't trust anyone else to look after his little brother. Call it whatever you wish--paranoia, brother complex, etc.--he would not let someone else watch his brother. It was this mindset that caused him to chase after the boy as soon as he darted after some butterfly or... Or something. He didn't know what had caught the boy's attention, having been working on preparations for the evening, but it must have been something 'important'. Elis never left the dining hall while he was working.

Christoffer let out a huff, pushing himself to run faster. Little kids were fast... Or, perhaps he was just a little out of shape. Shaking his head, the blond had to slam on the breaks as a yell reached his ears. It was enough to cause his brother to flinch and trip over his own feet, falling flat on his face. He slowly made his way over to his brother, picking the boy up. He wiped the dirt off the boy's face along with the few tears that were beginning to spill out of his eyes. Cooing to his brother, he allowed his brother to bury his face into the crook of his neck. It was a good thing he did that as a short skirmish unfolded before them. Christoffer couldn't help but watch, blue eyes wide. Was that a Peryton? Why was one so close to--oh... He was in the Herb Grove, wasn't he? Glancing around, he confirmed his suspicions, but he did not bother to try and flee. It should have been the first thing on his mind, to get his brother out of there, but it seemed like the green-haired woman had it covered.

He stood there awkwardly, adjusting the weight of his brother in his arms. What should he do? Leave? Or stay for a moment more? Elis was already crying, the hybrid beast was gone, and... Crap, he still had work to do. Oh well. They already know I went out after Elis. They can just think all they want until I get back.

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