forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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(This is so dramatic)

"Okay then, I love you," Leon managed to get out before Thatcher left. He sighed as he glanced at Nike then decided to flop down on his couch.

(Omg i know lmao)

Nike sat on the floor by the couch, seeming to almost pout now that Thatcher was gone. Thatcher shifted into a murder of crows once he was outside, and flew to the nice looking mansion that was considered Reaper’s grounds.

(you're welcome for making it dramatic)

Leon lifted his head up to look at Nike and held out his hand, hoping she wouldn't bite his hand off. He thought dogs usually needed to smell someone to recognize them or something along those lines, right?

Nike’s right head, the one that was more aggressive, gave a soft growl. The left one, though, which was much more friendly, tilted over to sniff at Leon’s hand, eventually licking at it. Thatcher eventually arrived at the estate. He landed and shifted back into a normal form.

Leon smiled slightly and gently petted Nike's left head then her right. He was still worried about Thatcher but was trying his best to ignore his feelings. They surely wouldn't do anything very bad….right?

Thatcher went inside and stated his buisness. He was promptly detained, bound in cuffs that dug into his skin. He was taken to a large room, and shoved to his knees in a sigil in front of older looking Reapers.

Leon sighed and kept petting Nike's heads, dogs usually hated him and was surprised that Nike hadn't pounced on him and tried to kill him yet. Let's just hope Thatcher's okay…

Nike’s left head licked at Leon’s hand, though the other two didn’t seem to really think about the petting. Thatcher looked up at the elders as they read off his crime. Killing of a mortal without the authority to do so. Oh, they would surley slaughhter him, be believed.

Leon soon had stopped petting Nike and buried his head into the sofa cushion again, groaning loudly because of boredom. He tried to ignore all of his thought about Thatcher, even though he cared about him, and sighed as he stared at the ceiling for no reason.

After what felt like forever to Thatcher, the elders had decided. “Thatcher Wain. For the slaughter of a mortal without the right to do so,” the head elder, an older looking woman with greying hair. “You will be spared death. It’s twenty five lashings.” That’s when the pain began, but at least he would be alive.

Leon kept staring at the ceiling for no reason (bc he has no life like me), he had nothing to do and he was just anxiously waiting for Thatcher to come back. If he comes back at all..

It was over in 15 minutes. Thatcher was in a heap, sweating and shirtless. His back was torn up, the skin mangled and gone from the gruesome, painful looking gashes. He had been dumped out in front of the entrance to the estate, his eyes fluttering open and shut as he struggled to stay awake.

Leon shook his head and sighed as he rolled off his couch, not having a clue of what to do and what state to expect Thatcher in. Stop. Thinking. About. Him. You're just going to think of him in horrible states since you're a pessimist.

_Helloooo

(Thankss)

Thatcher couldn’t stand up. He could much less even stay concious. He forced his eyes open, and after a moment, he managed to shift into the crows. Theylooked plucked of feathers a bit, and covered in blood. After a pained moment, he managed to get up off the ground and fly back towards Leon’s home.

(Np!)

You're just going to make it worse for youself, Leon. You fucking pessimist, you being a pessimist has never been useful in your whole god damn life. It's only helped you think of things to say to be funny, way to go, you deserve a award. Leon thought, sighing deeply as he stood up and looked a round, not sure what to do at all.

Thatcher eventually got nearby to the house when he shifted back. He had leaned against a tree. He panted as he flet like he was in a cold sweat, and a tremble ran down his spine. But that only caused more pain.

Leon sighed and rested his head in his hand as he looked around, glancing at Nike every so often. Is he dead? Please don't say he's dead, I hope he isn't. But I wouldn't be that surprised if he did die. I mean, everyone that I have loved and cared about have died expect for my friends. Way to go.

After a moment, Nike had suddenly shifted into what appeared to be a little girl. She appeared to only be about 13 years old, with soft features, big brown eyes, and long, wavy auburn colored hair. “He’s dead, isn’t he?!” She sobbed, tears flowing from her eyes as she covered her eyes with her hands. Her body then tensed up and twitched. “Yes, and it’s his fault! All his fault!” She suddenly snapped, seeming to talk to her self as she spoke accusingly of Leon. She tensed and twitched again, her demeanor calming. “Both of you are acting crazy. He is not dead, and it wasn’t Leon’s fault,” she said alloud to herself. It seemed to be that she had multiple personalities, one for each of the three heads. The first one- the sweet left head, the second one- the aggressive right head, and the third one- the calm middle head.

Leon had glanced around when he heard a voice, his eyes falling upon a girl-or where she was supposed to be- instead of Nike, he saw a girl there talking to herself. "Who the hell are you and how do you know my name?" He asked, backing away from the girl but not looking away from her at all.

Nike frowned at Leon and huffed. “It’s Nike,” she said with a slow shake of her head.

"What? but aren't you supposed to be a dog?" Leon asked curiously. He had stopped backing up when his back had touched the wall.

“I can change into this human form too,” Nike responeded. “I don’t do this often, because Thatcher can understand me in my main form. But you couldn’t so I thought this would be better.”

"Oh-I-um-okay then. Do you need to tell me anything?" Leon asked, nodding slightly in understanding. "Or are you just going to talk to yourself?"

“I don’t need to tell you anything,” Nike sighed. “I’m trying to keep left from crying, and right from ripping you apart.”