forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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(DUDE I WAS JUST IN SPANISH HAHAHA
Yo necessito ayudar. Yo soy basura lol)

Lata woke up to hear voices coming from the other room. I must have fallen asleep due to exerting my powers earlier today.
Groggily, she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
In the other room she heard Orion ask something about letting it out, whatever that was…

Once again Orion asked his question. "Allow me to repeat myself. You did not let it out, did you? I sincerely hope that you didn't." Ears pinned, he waits for an answer.

(I can’t help you Iris, sorry. And I just know spanish because my family I Hispanic lol)

“I really don’t know what could have been let out, I didn’t see anything,” Lucy responded calmly, testing the energy of the room.

(I can’t help you Iris, sorry. And I just know spanish because my family is Hispanic lol)

“I really don’t know what could have been let out, I didn’t see anything,” Lucy responded calmly, testing the energy of the room.

Orion lets out a long suffering sigh, and looks back at Lucy. "Duck." That is a rather odd thing to say in of itself, coupled with Orion looking defeated.

(Lata in the background: DUCK, GOOSE- wait is that not what we're doing?
I HAD TO MAKE THAT JOKE I'M SORRY)

Lucy arched a brow in confusion. “I don’t understand..” she said slowly.

Orion gives her a sad look, right about the time that something launches itself from behind her, latching itself in her hair, small claws nicking her skin. It thrashes itself, becoming entangled.

Sam frowned at him. "Duck? I don't see any ducks."

The soft reply of. "It is not a duck, I asked her to duck." Seeming to realize that the creature has been found, Orion starts forward.

(Ah, sorry I’m here, got distracted in art class.)

Lucy yelped sharply, stumbling forward. “Abite!” she said quickly, her hand pointed in the direction of the creature, and it was ripped off of her, thrown into a nearby wall. “What the hell is that thing?!” She cried, feeling the back of her head, blood on her fingers from a slight gash.

Sam squinted at it before taking a step back. "Should I burn it? I want to burn it."

“I don’t think it really matters, as long as it’s dead,” Lucy said quickly, hissing in pain as her fingers ran directly over the gash.

Sam walked towards the creature slowly, hands sparking and sizzling with heat. The runes along his arms crackled to life as he got closer to it

(Sorry for the late reply, had lunch.)

Lucy watched from a short distance back, her head aching as she continued to gently prod at it with her fingers lightly. She couldn’t tell how deep it was, but the gash seemed to be on the smaller side.