When The FOX Preaches,

                 When the FOX preaches,

                                                take care of your GEESE.  

shepherdiing:

Sorey’s gaze swings to where Lunarre points, having to squint and tilt his head a bit. ❛ A very fat one, ❜ he agrees after a moment of consideration before looking about at the rest of the puffy shapes in the sky. Nudging Lunarre he gestures to another one ( tickled that the hellion was playing along ).

❛ That one’s a pie! I wonder what flavor? Man… why do the clouds have to look like food it’s making me hungry. ❜

Lunarre can’t help but chuckle. He could have told the kid the cloud looked like Heldalf’s arse and Sorey would have agreed with him in his good-natured way.

“Same here. Ya know, I used to get into these crazy eating competitions with Boss - I mean, Rose - a few years back. I’d take her on again if... you know, we’re ever at an inn or...”

The hellion finds himself getting almost sheepish as he trails off. He isn’t comfortable talking about future days with the group so casually, not least because of how tenuous his position within it is. He’s grateful he’s lasted this long, all things considered. 

Fluffy fluff

thetraitordemon:

Seemed like his reassurance wasn’t enough for Lunarre. With the other’s comment a frown did appear on his face before he was given a good hit to the jaw, causing everything to go dark for him before hitting the ground.

Everything was a haze after that. But one thing was certain, he was being moved to a different location. Over the course of time Kimuri struggled to regain consciousness, letting a low groan leave him as he tried to make out just what was going on now.

“….what….?”

Lunarre heard the seraph’s groggy mutter and cursed. They weren’t out of the woods yet - figuratively and literally. Malevolence still clogged the air, though the heaviness had lessened considerably. Lunarre couldn’t take a chance. Further. Just a bit further.

He had a hill beyond the woods in his sights. Perhaps there they could breathe easier.

“We’re almost there, gramps,” he said. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

thetraitordemon:

Trying to grasp the situation Kimuri moved a hand to his jaw wincing on the pain as he tried to grasp just what was going on. Lunarre’s words barely registering for him. The air was getting less heavy meaning…they were moving away from the malevolence. But…

That wasn’t the right way. He needed to go further, a place with that much malevolence must have something related to what he’s looking for!

...Maybe...it was a risk he was willing to take.

Breathing deeper he looked to the ground as it moved. 

“…You’re going….the wrong way,” he muttered as he tried to steady is groggy mind. Internally wishing he had an arte to help himself right now. But healing wasn’t fully on his side.

It took Lunarre a moment to realise what the seraph’s words meant, and when he did, he exploded.

“You want to go back to the dragon?!” he shouted. “Are you fucking insane? No way in hell!”

Righteous anger. Lunarre knew the feeling well, but it was tinged with unease. He didn’t know if he could restrain Kimuri if the seraph got his strength back and decided to fight back. Right now his control over the situation was balanced on Kimuri remaining out of commission until they were far, far away.

Fuck. He hated this. Why was he going so far for one crazy old half-blind seraph? Since when had he lost sight of his vengeance? He hadn’t felt like this since...

“Just... shut up and let me concentrate!”

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