1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-09-28 08:57:56
"I had to hide slashes in my skin, while my sister was torn apart by those horrible people. I wish I had bled out right there, I wish I had been strong enough to pull myself forward and tear those people apart instead of sit there, weak and terrified." He growled, claws digging into the soil underneath his paws. "They deserve everything that's coming to them. Every. Single. Thing." "So, once again. If you get in my way. You will die. Even if you dont deserve it. Because they took away my only happiness." He didnt know why he had told him so much, but he didnt care. He wouldnt see him again after the last human that had killed his sister was dead. He'd be gone. Forever. Just another story in the book Quesnel will tell his children. |
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Posted 2022-09-28 18:37:21
If there was one thing he hated more in the world than injustice, it was being lied to. This side of Quesnel was very rare to see; this large man, quaking with silent fury, a ticking time bomb. He had only been this angry thrice before: once, when a merchant had slapped his mother because she insisted on five silver for a basket of fruit instead of the three he wanted, twice during a battle, in which Aurelien was knocked to the ground and spit on, and the third when he witnessed the brutal murder of a peaceful faun. He stared at the ground, not even noticing the sharp pains of his nails cutting into his palms. He didn't know how he would go about it, but he would enact his justice. How dare that wretched snake lie to him through his teeth! He had toppled a kingdom before (although, with the aid of a certain curly haired man), but he was stronger now. He looked up at Fable, his face eerily devoid of any emotion. Abruptly, he turned, and matched off into the brush, giant feet stomping down on stray twigs, leaving behind his prized possessions he would have to get them later but for now, needed to leave. "Cerise!" He called out in a booming voice, so unlike his normal soft-spoken nature. A few moments later, he heard Cerise crashing through the bushes, chest heaving and eyes wide. She had berry juice dripping from her maw like crimson blood. "New objective," he said, pulling his hair back and tying it with twine from his pack. "Kill that bastard king." |
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Posted 2022-09-28 19:22:52
But Fable followed after him anyways, staying in the shadows of the trees to keep himself from being spotted. He almost jumped out of his skin when the man yelled, the noise echoing through the trees. For a second he couldn't believe it came from Quesnel, he just.. didnt seem like the yelling type. His eyes widened as he heard what the hunter said to his companion, kill... the king? Why would he do that? They're of the same species and the king hired him.. Quesnel was surprising Fable left and right, and he didnt know if he liked it. |
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Posted 2022-10-03 07:09:42
He wasn't sure how he would accomplish this feat, but he would find a way. He always found a way. Suddenly, he remembered his items back at the little spring. He let out a sigh, rubbing his temples. Of course, he got ahead of himself. Again. He wanted to go back and get his belongings, but he had no time to waste. "Argh," he murmured, debating. Even this was wasting time. "Right. Important things. Go back," he said out loud finally, turning to stride back to the stream. As he went through his broken path, he felt a stab of guilt; these pretty plants didn't deserve to be trampled. He thought several sad "sorries" toward the flowers and mushrooms, before finally emerging at the stream again. Naturally, as if this day couldn't get worse, he realized that he had spilled his ink. All over the place. Including on his journal. He cursed under his breath, hastily sweeping some of the liquid away, staining the sides of his hands, but the damage had been done. Several pages had bled through, ruining some of his greatest work yet. He sat there for a moment, silently mourning all the time and effort he had put into those drawings. He sighed, flipping through the sticky pages. At least Daisy and Aurelian and his mother were spared. He would have to buy another journal soon. He ripped the scarce pictures remaining from their place and gently folded them, placing them in his knapsack. He gathered up his quill, the last of his ink, and his quill's case, and put them all away. Almost ready. |
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Posted 2022-10-03 07:24:13
He was afraid of him, because he was helping him. "You're supposed to take the king's side, so I can have a reason to kill you and get on with my life." His voice started shaking, a sheen of tears covering his eyes. Moments later, bones and ligaments shifted and he was a man again. He was holding Quesnel's shirt and... crying. He was crying. And he hated himself for this weakness. |
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Posted 2022-10-03 08:35:18
Did he have to have a reason for not killing Blue-Eyes? It just... wasn't his first thought. He didn't want to hurt anything that didn't need to be hurt. If they could be talked to, and understand in return, couldn't he at least attempt to convince them to go somewhere else? And why did he care? Because the king wronged me, he thought to himself, but the answer didn't sit right with him. Was that the reason? Sure, it was what he originally thought, but was it his motivation? His head spun like a whirligig in the wind. Quesnel flinched as Fable leaned closer, his teeth gleaming. "You're supposed to take the king's side, so I can have a reason to kill you and get on with my life." His voice shook, tears welling in his eyes. Wasn't Quesnel being here enough reason to be killed? He swallowed the lump in his throat, about to speak... but before he could, he felt the weight on him reduce significantly as the cracking and tearing of bones and muscles shrunk, and Blue-Eyes was a man again. He was clutching Quesnel's shirt, sobbing. What. Was happening. Quesnel felt himself start to panic. What was he supposed to do?? Should he say something?? Reluctantly, he reached one hand to rest on the man's back. He grimaced. This is so awkward what do I do how do you comfort someone, he thought worriedly. It was kind of getting uncomfortable, laying on his back. A rock was digging into his spine, shooting pain up and down his body. With his other hand, he heaved to the side, sitting up. His hand was still resting on Fable's back, and now that he was sitting up, he could wrap his other arm around him. It was so strange, to see him so sad. From the brief time he had known him, Quesnel wouldn't have guessed he often showed these sorts of emotions. Still, he remained quiet, still hugging Fable. He didn't know what to say, what else to do. He was never good at comforting; that was more of his mother's forte. So he just sat in silence. |
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Posted 2022-10-03 09:13:34
He couldn't let them live any longer, he wanted to hear them beg like his sister had begged them. He wanted them to know that no one was coming to save them. When he reached the town, he jumped up on one of the houses. He let out a screech, digging his claws into the wood. The townspeople looked around before noticing him, and then all hell broke loose. People screamed as he jumped down and made a roar like noise. "Say your goodbyes, humans." He said, coldly before charging at one of the people he recognized. Fear and recognition flashed in the man's eyes as he watched the beast go for him. He reached for his weapon but it was too late, Fable was already upon him. Tearing flesh from bone and ligament from ligament. |
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Posted 2022-10-03 12:27:26
Quesnel let out a stream of curses that would no doubt make a sailor's toes curl. He ran after the bluish figure but quickly lost him in the brambles. "No, no, no," he muttered, looking around wildly. He clutched his head. "Ok, ok, think, Quesnel, think. Where would a human-hating shapeshifter go to enact vengeance?" He stood up straight, realization punching him in the gut, and he smacked his forehead. "Duh. The kingdom!" he froze in fear. "Oh, gods. The kingdom." He shuddered, before letting out a loud whistle, calling out Cerise's name again. She was always a fast creature, and soon enough, not a couple of minutes had passed before she barreled out of the trees, bags draping from her back. Even her saddle had been fastened on (dire bears always had such nimble claws). Quesnel patted her neck, before pulling himself up and onto her back. He leaned forward, clutching the long fur on her neck, before saying, "Blue-Eyes is going to the kingdom. We need to stop him before he hurts many more people. Think you can get us there fast?" The bear peeled her lips back in a grin before lunging forward. As fast as a horse but as strong as a, well, a bear, she tore through the forest, snuffling the air to stay on Blue-Eyes's trail. Quesnel leaned forward, steering her through particularly wooded areas by pulling her fur. They needed to move fast. "Please, gods, don't let anything be destroyed yet. Please, let me be able to stop him before he causes too much damage. And please, please, please don't let anything bad have happened to him." Why was he so fearful? Was he afraid for the townsfolk? Yes, but there was something else. Fear for the health of Blue-Eyes. He scoffed at himself internally. He didn't even know his name, so why did he feel so attached? This isn't the time, Quesnel. Curse this brain. |
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Posted 2022-10-03 12:53:05
He spun around, hearing someone coming up by the clanking of their armor. He cackled, teeth stained red as he bared them at the guard. "Come at me, Oleander." He said, staring his half-brother down. The man chuckled softly, pulling his shining iron sword out. Fable's eyes flashed dangerously as his toothy grin widened. "Come on. I dont have all day." He said, before he felt a sword pierce through him. He gasped, blue eyes widening exponentially. He turned and looked behind him, seeing the king's son other son. He coughed, a thick splatter of blood spraying from his mouth. He smiled slightly before gasping as the sword was pulled out, excruciating pain starting to bring him back to his body. He collapsed, "oh, gods.." He gasped out, his vision going blurry. |
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Posted 2022-10-03 18:57:24
He slipped off of Cerise, patting her shoulder, before sheathing his axe on his back, Cerise close behind. He pushed against the crowd, calling out Blue-Eyes's name. Or, rather, his nickname, he thought, almost bitterly. He probably didn't even know that was Quesnel's nickname for him. If only he had tried harder to learn his name... He passed so many bodies, slashed and torn from limb to limb. He tried so hard to ignore them and just keep moving, but the sight of their innards laying out for the ravens would be embedded in his brain for years to come. Rounding a corner, he found what he could only assume to be a marketplace; it was filled with now-empty stalls, with a wide dirt pathway and colors everywhere. This area was eerily empty, save for two men, and... "No," he said breathlessly, heart falling. Not Blue-Eyes. He hated this feeling of being rooted to the spot, even when he wanted to run. Towards the men, or away, never to see this place again? He wasn't sure. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity, just staring at the collapsed body of what he had hoped to be a friend. Confusion and despair were quickly overrun with rage, and he let out what could only be described as a roar. Whipping his axe off of his back, he charged towards the scene, Cerise close behind. But not towards the men, but rather, towards Blue-Eyes. All of his instincts were screaming to protect this broken little beast. He swung his axe in a large arc, baring his teeth at the young men, as both he and his companion stood on either side of Blue-Eyes, using their large bodies as shields. "Cerise," Quesnel said over his shoulder, voice rumbling. "I need you to take him and get him away from here." |
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