Wax #13
A unliky pact with a sineater, Amber tries to lighten things up.
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The lavender trees of Lakeland held no traffic, many being wary of the monsters out roaming. Despite the glaring light, Amber took shelter under a few thick trees. Their lavender leaves slowly falling with each passing breeze, sticking in Amber’s dark hair and a few on her person. Her eyes slowly began to open, coming from the bringt of sleepland. She blinked a few times, everything hazy and her ears ringing a tad. Her body slowly beginning to move, getting function back into her limbs and her hearing beginning to sharpen only to hear the cries of a beast.
Her head looked over to the sound, a skinny long sineater falling down onto the ground, slowly disappearing as it looked in Amber’s direction. As it completely left another came towards her, hound like with sharp wings it walked with firmilarity. She rolled onto her other side, letting each leg receive some circulation before attempting to press on.
The sin eater checked back at the fallen one before getting close to the miqo’te, a small can in its jaw. As it got closer she reached out, placing her hand on its forehead. The hound kept its head still, allowing her to do as she pleased.
“What do we have here?”, she reached for the tin can in his mouth. It dropped onto her gloved palm, holding a small weight. With both hands on it she examined the container, a type of wax she’s seen around leather shops. “This will be useful, my guns are due for a little maintenance.” She reached over to her bag and tossed the tin in.
The hound circled around her, its spiked tail dragging the fallen leaves as it positioned to lay down. It used one of its wings to pull her down along its body, providing comfort to her and safety against any other eaters.
She looked back, detailing its determined look of being an onlooker. She reached for her bag once more, tucking it close to her side before laying back against her familiar.
“I didn’t expect this to ever happen. I’m no summoner as you can tell, `` she chuckles at her small joke, “so pray forgive me…”. She stopped before turning to face the hound. Said beast turned to look at her, sensing something amiss. “I know that you are a forgiven creature, but...I can’t just call you that.” She looked, and looked around his form. “You look like a male?” One eye closed and the other open to see if she got it right.
He confirmed it. Relief falling on her shoulders. The last thing she wanted was to insult her ally.
“Now that we have that settled, a name.” She thought it over, trying to imagine a name that would be easy but unique to her hound ally. “Perhaps Enochos” he looked at her, tilting his head side to side. “Like we bound our strength to each other. My aether to yours...would that be alright?”
He didn’t know what to do. He was just a monster, forever to eat and consume but this little female.
She smiled as he gave her a low bow, accepting his name. Enochos moved his head to the side, leaning his head towards the floor to rest and stand guard. He felt Amber shift before she continued to rest her eyes.
Enochos looked out, emitting a low growl to any eaters that came to close. For the first time since being summoned he now served a purpose, to protect and aid Amber...his mistress and friend. For the name she bestowed upon him, a new meaning.