forum found family bullshit (o/o)

Started September 18, 2021 by Deleted user

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Okay sounds good.

Harpy made his way through the forest, looking for something to eat. He'd been on his own for a little while now, and he clearly wasn't doing too great for himself. He adjusted his beanie on his head, shivering in the chilly autumn breeze. It had been a day or two since he'd eaten anything, and it wasn't like he'd had anything substantial. Hunting for actual food wasn't one of his strong suits, but at eight years old, taking care of himself at all wasn't one of his skills either.
After a while of foraging, he found a bush that had some little red berries growing on it. Harpy pulled a few of the berries from within the leaves and stuck them in his mouth. They didn't taste bad at all. Not super sweet, but they didn't taste bitter, so he figured that meant they were fine. He ate some more, but paused when he started to feel dizzy and nauseous. He staggered, looking down at the slightly crushed berries in his hands as his vision shifted in and out of focus. "H-Huh…?" He drew in a harsh, wavering breath and dropped the berries, trying to hold his breath to keep himself from throwing up.

Ollie was currently trying to make her way through the woods, on the run from yet another local town that thought her to be a witch. But when she saw the child standing by the Deathberry bush staggering and looking close to passing out, she shook her head and walked towards him, if only to figure out whether he was going to die or not and in the case he wasn't going to die, use him to find the closest village that was full of superstitious twats. "Hey, kid, you alright?" she asked, voice rough and hoarse from the smoke after being nearly burned at the stake. She moved behind him to catch the child if he fell, even though she didn't really care whether he lived or died… is what she kept telling herself.

Harpy looked up when a woman approached him stepping away and looking nervous. His legs were shaking a lot, though, so he ended up sitting on the ground with a soft 'thump'. He gagged, and after a few seconds, he threw up the berries. He still looked pretty woozy, and he might be a bit sick for a couple of days, but with the majority of the poison out of his system, he wouldn't die. He whimpered softly and closed his eyes, rubbing at his mouth with one small fist.