Lunarre Watched The Bear Hellion Tear Into His Prey With Interest. It Was Rare To See A Kindred Spirit

Lunarre watched the bear hellion tear into his prey with interest. It was rare to see a kindred spirit who had retained enough reason to think about how it killed and who it ate.

Once the hellion’s prey was dead at his feet, Lunarre emerged from the shadows and called out.

“That was a nice performance, kid. Very nice.”

@snickering-kitsune

Would what he became be considered a blessing or curse? Perhaps both? He could hardly care as long as others couldn’t tell what happened to him. As long as he could still make business with them that’s all that matters right?

Over all it was…somewhat a blessing for him when it came to beasts like him. As he was now he could deal with them without them getting back up once more.

Curved claws easily tearing through a boar like hellion, momentarily baring his teeth as he brought the beast down before his arms fell by his sides. Breathing becoming steady in time he stared to the beast as it returned what it once was. Just as many others did when he killed them.

Looking to his bloodied hands once they returned to normal he frowned. “I need to get to a stream…” He muttered, not wanting to really smear the blood on his own clothing.

TOZ Alice & Wonderland AU

CAST LIST:

Alice - Alisha (duh)

Alisha’s older sister/ or mentor/ or mother - Maltran

Cheshire Cat (er, fox) - Lunarre

Queen of Hearts - Rose

King of Hearts - Sorey

Knave of Hearts - Mikleo

White Rabbit - A white Normin?

The Caterpillar - Edna

Mad Hatter - Zaveid

March Hare -  Eizen

Dormouse - Dezel

Duchess - Lailah

The Doorknob - Mayvin

That’s all I got for now!

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Sorey knew the oddness of the situation, he wasn’t going to sit there and deny that this was… wrong on quite a few levels. To think the shepherd would be brushing a hellion’s hair of all things, it was downright ludicrous. A circumstance that shouldn’t be and yet here they were. He was gentle as he could be, brow knit in careful concentration as he worked through knots. The fox-man’s muscles went stiff and the shepherd could feel the pulse beat of malevolence right on his chest. Creeping up his throat.

❛ I’m sure another shepherd would come along in that worst case scenario. ❜ Was it truly alright for him to associate with Lunarre like this? As if they were friends — companions? Hardly so, their very roles were against each other, but Sorey was not so easily dissuaded.

❛ You’re always free to leave, you know. I won’t stop you if you feel like you need to, but I also think that given enough time I can help you with… you know. The whole hellion thing. Just look at you, you’re not trying to chew my face off! I’d already call that an improvement. ❜ Though Lunarre may not be able to see it Sorey was grinning, waving the brush about for emphasis before returning it to the mane of hair.

The notion of leaving the group gnawed at Lunarre like the teeth of leeches and he could not dislodge them. It was clear to him now; leaving was no longer an option to consider, though it rightfully existed.

“No,” he said, more forcibly than he had intended. Calming himself, he continued: “I don’t want to leave. I can’t. I can’t be alone again - not like this, not with these thoughts...” Lunarre hugged his body, sickened by his own vulnerability but desperate to push down his own pulsing malevolence. 

“They’ll eat me alive.”

The offer of help stopped his descent, and Lunarre could suddenly feel the ground underneath him, the breeze and sun on his skin, the sound of the brush raking through his hair. It was a shock, like waking from a nightmare, but Lunarre could listen to Sorey’s words well enough.

Even now, the kid’s boundless capacity for forgiveness and empathy baffled Lunarre. He could hardly imagine a future in which this would ever stop being the case. But in moments like this Lunarre could almost believe in something intangible, that which Sorey and his friends fought for.

No, he wanted to believe in it, because somewhere lay the peace and contentment Lunarre yearned for, deep in his corrupted heart, where he knew that his strength was not the answer he sought, but only the undoing of it. The family and companionship that had so far eluded him suddenly didn’t seem so far away. It terrified and exhilarated the hellion in equal measure.

Even someone like me... even weak, could I...?

Lunarre’s reverie was broken by Sorey’s joke, and the hellion spluttered a laugh. With nothing in place to hold back, his lips curled into a smile. So the kid got his sense of humour. Lunarre was the last person who would have guessed. 

The grip of his uncertainty, shame and fear loosened, and the intensity of his malevolence ebbed along with it.

Without thinking, Lunarre turned around and put a hand on the boy’s head and patted it.

“You’re good kid.”

A couple of colour palettes! Symonne in ‘A Brush Filled with Moonlight’ (from color-palettes) and Lunarre in 'warriors’ (from spectrra) ~

I’ll likely be starting on the requests tomorrow - I have Divine Messenger to proof read, then I’ll likely do some writing 💕 Really happy with my progress today though despite it being a rough day!