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Wanted Dead or Alive
Member of The Red Pirates.
To love another person is to see the face of God...
“Aye. Threat.” Murdo responded, turning his head to see that Once had rested a hand on one of his pistols. “Oh, do not worry yourself. The creature seldom notices me anymore. I am too much trouble for it.” He joked.
In reality, the creature; a demon who malfested itself as a bear, was more than capable of ending his life. It had nearly done so on two occasions, not to mention having risked the life of his lover on said occasion. He had regretted ever challenging the creature. But, his fate was sealed.
“See that?” He asked, pointing forth to a rather warm looking glow. “Theres m’smithy.”
Well, if it wasn’t a threat anymore, then that was a relief. He slowly lowered his hand again and took a deep breath. He’d help Murdo fight, if there was ever an issue.
Once’s eyes flickered in the direction his friend had gestured in, and he gripped at his elbow. “…I haven’t…. Been welcomed into a home, in ages….”
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☾ : Sleep headcanon
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The walk was a bit… Daunting. Murdo seldom spoke of any words. Mainly things such as ‘Feel free to help yourself to anything at my smithy’ or ‘Its all going to be okay’. Alas, it was not. The elf knew, that hell had broken loose during Once’s journey. And that Wolf had payed the price.
The forest was…. Well, silent. Nary a bird crowed. Nary a boar snorted. There was just… Silence. The forest seemed dead. Lonely, even. Suitable for its name.
“We’re nearly there lad.” The elf informed, whipping his head around every so often, as if looking for something. “Do forgive me for being…. A bit quite during this walk. I’m just trying to look out for a potential threat.”
It’s all going to be okay.
He wished he could believe that. He really did.
Once bit his tongue gently, to stay silent. Wolf would have been another year older today. Instead, who knew what had become of him, after Sokka had pulled him away from the body? Had the marines left it there to rot?
Attention perking, one of his hands rested on one of his pistols, “Threat?”