forum "I wouldn't date you even to save my life." "What if it's to save someone else's life?" "That person better have no loose ends to tie up." | OxO (Closed, stalkers welcome)

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(I chuckle Like Anna Herondale from Chain of Gold.)
(I grin Who said anything about books? I'm talking God, from a Biblical or Torahcal sense. Abraham's God.)
(I laugh Part of the reason why he was banished?)
(Christina is very happy with herself right now lmao!)

"I know I am. But you're a stuck-up shit-stained vainglorius shitcabbage." Christina replies mildly.

What a bore. . . she thinks, now ignoring him. She looks at the entrance and sighs.

"Look. I took the time to get us out of there. At least stop being such a pain in the ass. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have already done so." she huffs.

(Chain of Gold? Hmm… I don’t think I know that one, but I’m curious)
(I noticed, lmao!)
(Lmao, I just noticed your username change! I know the feeling, lol!)

Jonathan couldn’t come up with a comeback that didn’t involve violence, but he definitely glared at Christina.

He rolled his eyes at her words, scoffing.

“By getting us out, you mean jumping out of a ten-story window. I am not afraid of death, yet you could have chosen anywhere else than the damn window. Also, I’m actually a very generous and laidback individual, yet you… you bring the fucking worst out of me. Trust me when I say that I have not wanted to hurt or kill anyone in decades, up until I met you,”he hissed.

Jonathan then stood and headed outside. The hideout consisted of three small huts set in a triangle. They had been in the northern one. He was heading for the southwestern one, which had a trapdoor inside leading down to a former animal hole that Jonathan had turned into a cave. There were supplies in there, and Jonathan severely needed a lunch, and hopefully some privacy.

(Cassandra Clare. I say this by way of explanation)
(I chuckle True.)
(I nod Oh. . . interesting.)

Christina smiles politely, knowing it would just piss him off more.

She shrugs. "It was the quickest route."

"'Laid back?' 'Generous?' You are neither. You helped that man with a revolution, after all. And he banished you for giving him what he wants. To me, you all sound like of petty children fighting over the best horse shit to bathe in. At least I don't betray the people close to me." she snarls, sounding for all the world like a pissed Ahkrethian with how low and grating her voice was. "I, the person who hates you more than any other, have staked my life and reputation to keep you alive for half a day longer. The least you could fucking do is thank me, you ungreatful shitstain."

She doesn't follow him as he leaves.

(Ah, okay, thumbs-up)

Christina had been right, because that smile nearly had him shrieking again.

Jonathan scoffed,”Quickest way, my ass.”

Christina’s words hit a very tender nerve, and Jonathan nearly lost control. And, the more she spoke, the harder it was to hold himself back. By the time she finished speaking, Jonathan was shaking with barely contained rage.

“I have never hit a lass, yet you are about to be the first,”he hissed through gritted teeth.

Jonathan headed down through the trapdoor, shutting it behind him. He then dropped to the floor, turned to the small training area, and brutally attacked one of the dummies with his bare fists. He wasn’t even aware that he had morphed fully into his true form until the dummy was completely decimated.

Jonathan stared down at the pile of hay and chopped wood for a long, long moment. He then turned away and headed for a chair. While he walked, his body became stiff and his mind fogged up like before.

A couple minutes later, Jonathan came out of the trance and noticed that he was sitting. He was mostly calm now after the trance, but the reminder of his greatest shame lingered.

He had been a fool to trust Traleketh, the heir he had helped. The youth turned out to be just like his foul father, and Jonathan had been too blind to see it. Too focused on Traleketh’s father, and the tribe’s anger toward him. Too focused on his own anger to realize that he was murdering his own people for the sake of a youth that meant to forsake him anyway.

As those horrid memories flowed through his head, Jonathan finally noticed his form. His bronze scales, the green highlights, the dozens of scars covering his arms. He reached up to his head and touched a horn, one of a pair that curved down the back of his head, their bases hidden by his shoulder-length brown hair. Even the black streaks in his hair remained.

“‘Tis a shock mine claws are not stained red,”he muttered, not really noticing, or caring, how thick his accent had become now that he was in his native form.

Jonathan stood and headed for another part of the cave, where he kept a magically maintained chicken pen. Without hesitating, he picked one up and killed it with a simple flick of his wrist. He then went about plucking and cooking it, snacking on some raw pieces while he waited. It definitely improved his mood.

(I chuckle Yeah.)
(I grin Send them to me sometime. I'd love to read them.)
(Smile, thumbs up)

Christina flips him one last look before turning to look at the ceiling.

"Stairs and elevator would take to long. The closest route was the window."

She's glaring, tails twitching. Her ears have come out, as well as her claws.

"Do it." she hisses. "I fucking dare you, Betrayer."

She stays where she is and starts tearing the hut apart. She enters her own rage state, decimating everything slowly but thoroughly. The trees weren't even spared.

(Thumbs-up. Lol, I will when they’re finished!)

Jonathan huffed, ignoring her words.

“I betrayed no one! And you are not worth hitting!”he hissed.

Jonathan listened as Christina tore apart everything above him. He grunted, then slowly headed for the trapdoor. He hesitated at the bottom of the ladder, then climbed up and out of the hole.

“Christina. Before you completely destroy the forest and what little remains of this hideout, you want to… have a quiet cup of coffee or tea? Possibly a lunch? I only have meat here, yet ’tis better than nothing,”Jonathan asked.

He was mostly calm, but it was clear that he was a bit worn out from his earlier stress. He was also still in his Ahkrethian form, and the smell of cooking chicken emanating from the trapdoor made him periodically lick his lips with his blue forked tongue.

(Thank you!)

Christina sighs.

"You worked with Treleketh, whom you listened to in your madness, and slew thousands, hundreds of thousands. Friends, family, all left for the crows. If that is not betrayal, I know not what is." she growls.

She growled at him, waving a hand. The wave of force generated reduced a third of the surrounding trees to dust and splinters, decimating the second hut. But after that, she stops and stays still. She smells the scent of chicken, mixed with the odor of. . . salt.

He smells like salt. she notes.

"Fine."

(Big, goofy grin)
(I keep mistyping Jonathan’s accent, lmao!)

Jonathan huffed, rolling his eyes. He didn’t bother answering her then, as he was too pissed off.

As Christina destroyed the trees and the other hut, he sighed and shook his head. It was a waste of time getting pissed off again. He then waved for her to follow him down.

When he touched the floor, he went to check on the chicken, then walked around the cave to make sure nothing had been disturbed by the chaos.

The entire cave had a faint aroma of salt, as Jonathan had lined it with a variety of wards, some needing salt. But, there was also the smell of metal from the training area, which also had a forge for smithing weapons. Then, on the opposite side of the place, near the chicken pen, there was a tanning rack, with a pile of old hides next to it.

“This was mine first home when I arrived here. I have modified it over the years, yet it seems like it never changes,”Jonathan mumbled, rubbing those hides.

He then lifted a few of them, revealing a large bow made of black wood. It was worn, with runes carved all over it. Jonathan stared at it, but didn’t touch it.

“Traleketh was blinded by his own stupidity and greed. I simply did not see it in time. And, though I have indeed killed many, you confuse the war with the rebellion. Mine tribe numbered less than five thousand, and I did not kill any of mine bloodkin. Yet, I did kill many allies. Traleketh banished me to hide that he had been the start of the rebellion. That was the last time I saw mine sister and nephew. I can only hope they fare well in mine absence,”Jonathan quietly explained.

He dropped the hides and went back to the chicken, getting out two plates and splitting the food. He then got out two cups, filled them with hot water, and grabbed some dried tea leaves he had stashed, mixing it in.

He set the plates and cups on the nearby stone table and sat down. He didn’t touch his food immediately, instead busying himself with carving a rune into the side of his cup.

“Mine bloodline made bows for the tribe. I and mine sister followed the same tradition. Yet, now I can barely look at a bow without remembering that rebellion. Mine greatest shame,”he mumbled, staring at the rune on his cup.

(Grins back)
(Lmao, the problems we writers have)

Christina stays mostly silent through all this, slowly becoming calmer. She sniffs the chicken, then devours it. She waits on the tea.

"I won't apologize or feel sorry for you." she murmurs, then pauses.

"But thank you." she says softly, shifting into a full fox and curling up next to the fire.

(Yup, lmao!)

Jonathan snorted,”I do not expect you to.”

He paused for a second as her thanks, then nodded. After a moment, he ate his own chicken, even snacking on a few of the bones. Then, he took his and Christina’s plate, setting them off to the side.

He sat back down and stared at Christina for a while, scrutinizing her. By this time, the tea had finished steeping, and he started drinking his. When he set the cup back down, his thumb traced the rune he had carved. It was an Ahkrethian rune, meaning ‘Hearth’. It brought him comfort and luck wherever he went.

"Good." Christina says, pausing, considering, then shaking her head. Whatever else she was going to say wouldn't help.

She lifts her head and catches Jonathan's gaze on her, and scowls. Languidly, she gets up and sits in front of him, ears and tail twitching. Fuck it.

She hops onto his lap, bats at his face as though to say "Not a word about this to anybody, lad, if you want to live" and curls up there, falling asleep.

(I snicker Lord knows what she's thinking.)

Jonathan rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything.

He snorted as she got up, not surprised by her reaction. Though, the moment she got in his lap and slapped him, his eyes widened in surprise. Then, when she curled up, he was just dumbfounded. He had no idea what to do, especially now that he was practically bathing in her herbal scent.

After a moment, Jonathan recovered enough to turn away and grab his tea. He tried his best to ignore the ache in his bottom jaw. Why did she have to smell like Chamomile?

(Lmao!)
(Note: Ahkrethians don’t have human organs [probably obviously, lol], so… yeah. Snickers slyly)

(I chuckle I figured. When I first heard of this race, I decided to do a bit of digging around.)

Christina barely shifts as she sleeps. She slept through that day and far into the next. With a yawn and a stretch, she stands up on Jonathan's lap.

(Lol)

Jonathan sat there for a while, sometimes watching Christina, sometimes distracting himself. Eventually, he dozed off from boredom and exhaustion, leaning his head on his fist.

He didn’t wake until Christina moved. He then slowly opened his eyes, drowsily looking around. His body ached from sleeping in a stone chair for a while, but he didn’t care. After a moment, he focused on the little creature in his lap, and his mind snapped to full consciousness at the sight of Christina. He still didn’t know what to do, so he just stared.

Christina gets off of Jonathan's lap and half transforms back to human. It was with great reluctance, though. She wasn't just half-human right then. She was in her natural form. She looks down.

"I forgot. I don't have my clothes with me for this form." she grins, getting up from all fours. Indeed, despite the fur, she was completely naked. She shrugs.

"Oh well." she laughs, looking over at Jonathan. "It's not like it would bother you, right?"

(I shake my head She's just as bad as On'nyosh.)

Jonathan continued to watch, then quickly averted his eyes once she stood straight. He cleared his throat, his naturally pale cheeks showing a faint bit of maroon.

“I… can make you some clothes, if you wish,”he commented, his tone carrying a clear note of timidness.

(Lmao! Poor Jonathan, he’s so modest, lol!)

(Lmao, she has more ammunition now)

"Oho! So you do mind!" Chrisina smirks.

She sighs. "Yeah, sure."

She knew better than to pass up this chance. Plus, she figured it'd be easier to hide if she had clothes.

(Dramatic gasp. Oh no! Lmao!)

Jonathan sighed, then immediately stood and headed to the tanning rack once she accepted the offer. He checked the pile of hides for some pieces that weren’t covered in dust, being careful not to disturb his old bow.

He then found a pouch with strips of sinew and a large needle big enough to fit in his hand. He then used the sinew as thread to sew the pieces of hide together.

After an hour or two, Jonathan had a basic, sleeveless robe made. He double-checked the seams to make sure they were sturdy, then walked over to Christina. He held the robe out to her, raised enough where it blocked most of her body from his sight.

“Try it. ‘Tis not modern, yet it is better than nothing,”he said.

(Grins)

Christina watches as Jonathan sews the clothing together, then accepts the robe. She tilts her head.

"Interesting that you chose this particular style." she murmurs, slipping the robe over her head. Experimentally, she does a few tricks and smiles. She walks over to the ladder and looks up. A small blast of wind lifts the trap door, and she jumps straight up and out of the cellar.

Jonathan didn’t know how to reply to her words. Almost all Ahkrethians wore robes, and Jonathan himself was accustomed to tunics, so… That line of thought somehow seemed so awkward to him now. Why?

When she took the robe, Jonathan turned away. He didn’t turn back until she was walking toward the trapdoor. He was about to question her, but by the time he started to speak, she had already jumped out.

“Amazing,”he mumbled, astonished by her leap. Jonathan then froze when he realized he had actually said that.

He shook his head, then moved to the ladder and climbed out. He needed some fresh air.

As Jonathan gets out of the cellar, he finds Christina scowling at the door. She grabs Jonathan and obliterates the roof, leaping 10 times her height into the air just as the hut itself is hit by a fireball.

"Damn it. . ." she mutters, hovering in the air. No. Not hovering. Standing, as though on solid ground.

"Didn't take long." she chuckles.

(Please note that Christina is about 7 feet tall. They are now 70 feet in the air.)

(Lol. In human form, Jonathan is 6’9”. But, in his true form, which he’s still in, he’s about 7’3”. For an Ahkrethian, 7’ is actually about average, lol)

Jonathan paused at the sight of Christina, then yelped when she grabbed him and jumped. He watched the hut get obliterated and groaned.

“Fire will not hurt me, yet that is bullshit,”he commented.

Jonathan then sighed as he dangled in the air. He reached over and escaped her grip, plummeting to the ground. Bronze and gold wings burst from his back and Jonathan quickly caught himself, hovering about fifteen feet below Christina, which was just enough room to accommodate his flapping wings.

Holding out his hand, Jonathan focused on the hut, then summoned his old friend. The black bow quickly materialized in his hand along with an arrow made of the same wood. Using just muscle memory, he expertly nocked the arrow and aimed toward the hut, watching. He tried his best not to remember all those he killed with the bow in his hands.

(7 feet is insanely tall for a kitsune. 4-5 feet is average. She's almost twice that.)
(Does Goldergon have an Ahkrethian form?)

Christina chuckles.

"Just don't obliterate the entire park. I'd hate to have to restore it all." she says, picking at her nails fastidiously.

"Oh, I forgot to mention: I have an idea as to what this thing is. And if I'm right, that bow won't even scratch that thing." she mentions, sounding almost bored.