Rene'ilyah
Kryamn Forest - Campfires
All this time Renee had been silent to herself, even when their group fused with the Rythe's. Absentmindedly, she wondered where exactly the other Ethereals are, particularly the one she personally knew: Uriel. The archangel who inspired to draw, to learn art, to find her passion. She had been silently listening to everything around her, from the small whispers of the woods, the crackling of the fire, the playful conversation between the forest girl and Ratchel... all the while she was drawing silently on her sketchpad, of the couple she had seen in the far corner, away from the others.
Cazimir and the faery girl. he was amused, probably a little baffled too, of the way the two interacted, especially with the way Cazimir was reacting to her.
Is he actually smitten? Her thoughts was broken off when the lycan interrupted them and a scene ensued, ending with four people leaving camp, and her an unfinished artwork.
Sighing, she stood up and walked over to Ratchel, who was left by the forest girl, and is now alone as well. Of all people except Cazimir, this warden was actually the only person she had some comfort talking with. She couldn't tell, but she imagined Ratchel must have been pretty worried, so Renee held her shoulder and told her. "Better not follow them into the dark. I've never been into Oblitus, but I know danger when I see it. The Ethereal is with them, they'll be alright." Regardless, she drew a quick sketch of a bird in her sketchpad and summoned it, whispering to the small golem. "Find and get them back." the bird chirped and flew towards the direction the others took and she watched it fly out into the distance, fairly secure that it will finish its job and come back.
Sighing a little bit, she sat next to Ratchel. She continued working on her sketch on Cazimir and his current girl, trying to finish it by memory, although there was a lot of things in her mind. "Say, Ratchel." she started, as she was shading the embers of the flame, giving it a lifelike quality, despite being monochromatic. "Have you ever heard of another warden named Rikbiel?" This was a question she's been wanting to ask her since they've met, and especially so after she killed his undead corpse. Her eyes narrowed sadly as she worked on her piece.
Father.
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Cazimir Heskel
Kryamn Forest
The kiss was intense, primal, magical, and he loved it, at the same time hating himself for loving it. He gave in. He was so relieved his curse didn't kick in at that moment. But this was only the start on a slippery slope. He knew. It was only a matter of time. She cradled his head, told him not to worry, but she didn't know the whole story. She didn't know his curse. But then she started mentioning her vision of the future... and he got confused.
That's right. he realized. In the future she saw they were lovers. There was no bloodshed. It worked. And yet doubt and trepidation filled his senses. Should he risk it? Should he risk her life?
Hell no. But she didn't look like she'll give up. He needs to tell her. The truth. His curse. His mother's death. Everything. What made him this way, what molded him this way, what a monster he truly is. And maybe then, he could convince her to leave...
The thought was a painful stab in his heart. He knew a single fact, but he refused to acknowledge it. Because if he did... then Imo will be---
"The forest mean no danger.. It just want to be safe... Do not harm it! It did nothing! You bad! You all bad!" a voice of a child...
Lisa. He turned, a little startled at her appearance, only to realize she has been throwing sticks and that Imogen was protecting them with her barrier ability. Cazimir stood up, messed his own hair like he's going crazy, and regarded the child. But it wasn't just her. He felt another presence nearby, it was of the Ethereal. "I didn't know our disappearance would even compel you to go out in here. I've always thought Ethereals are smug archangels who only really cared about themselves and their reputation, you impress me." he said in the general direction he felt the presence from. Rythe was getting close, he could easily hear the remark. As for the girl, he walked towards the tress she's on. The air turned cold, the gusts of wind basically frosting. He made the trunk freeze and made it incredibly slippery, causing the girl to stumble an fall. As soon as she did he held her wrist, probably a little too tightly. What can he do? He was pissed off by the interruption. He needed the moment, he has no time to deal with brats. "I'm sorry to burst your bubble. The forest might be friendly to you, little girl, but it will swallow everyone else all at once if it could. It did nothing, you say? Ha! Tell that to the other corpses that's probably littered around this very place. You are naive, Lisa, this place you call home is a fucking graveyard." he knew. He had lived in Oblitus for years, he knew the cruelty of these forests. He knew. He let go of her and pushed her a little as he did so. "Open your damn eyes. And... don't follow us anymore." From his feet the ice started, crawling over towards Lisa and chaining her feet to themselves. The ice was cold to the touch, but not too cold that it was uncomfortable, he made sure of that.
Then he glanced at Imogen. If he'll be honest, he wanted so damn much to just freeze her wings and legs with ice and immobilize her where she stood, then make Rythe bring her back to safety. But he knew as soon as the ice melts, she'll be looking for him again. She was
that stubborn. Cazimir turned back to Rythe as he slowly emerged from the trees, giving him a serious look as he walked back and held Imo's wrist. "I promise on my life, I will bring this girl back to camp, back to safety. So can you please give us a few moments alone?" his voice was respectful and yet pleading.
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