The Hive-Dwelling Hawker

Just a Peddler trying to understand this strange world. Sideblog of haggardhawker. 25 y/o. Minors will be blocked.

[hivedwellinghawker]

Hello there! I'm Hawker, I'm new to the FTC and Tumblr in general. Here to join my loves and understand their world!

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Dance Lessons

Wilmar - @melura

There was the occasional small perk to being the heir of a group you wanted nothing to do with. In this case it was a relatively isolated cabin in the woods where he could sometimes sneak away to exist without being bothered for a bit. A small perk, but a perk nonetheless.

Kilyia got there a day earlier than planned, wanting time to deal with dust clothes, generally clean, and move furniture out of the way. He even washed and replaced the bedsheets and made a small list of groceries to grab when he went into town to pick up his guest. The two of them might only need it for a few hours, but he had invited Ark to spend the whole weekend while his signmate watched Aludra. A nice quiet little getaway for just the two of them, it was going to be perfect.

Only once he was satisfied with its cleanliness the next evening did the seadweller leave the cabin and head back into the nearest town. A quick swing by the store to fulfill his shopping list, then to the cafe where he was to pick up both dinner and his guest. Luckily the anxious Blueblood was already waiting for him, so Kilyia was easily able to meet up with him.

“Wilmar, I’m glad you were able to find this place.”

He received a nervous smile “You, er, gave good instructions. Are we leaving now?”

“In a bit, I want to pick up dinner here, come in and let me know what you want.”

“Oh, er, only if you’re sure”

“Of course I am!”

20 minutes later they were on their way back to the cabin. Wilmar had insisted on carrying some of the shopping bags, as repayment for both the incoming lesson and dinner, which Kilyia was open to accepting. Once they returned, and the groceries were put away, they could sit at the table to eat and chat.

The conversation ranged, never getting too in depth on anything, until it came time for the actual reason Wilmar was here- learning how to not trip over his own feet when attempting to dance. This is why Kilyia had cleared out a space, and he was all too happy to help. Even when the heavier blue stepped on his feet all he did is wince slightly, and laugh it off. Both were more relaxed and having fun just being silly by the end of it. All too soon the time was up, and Kil slipped off to the bathroom to make sure his fins and makeup were proper before starting to escort Wil back to town.

It was the deepest part of the night, both nearly full moons gleaming in the sky above painting the world slightly pink and green. Neither were on guard, so it’s understandable that both were surprised by the shadowed figure that stepped out in front of them. Kilyia’s movement was instant, and instinctive, a half a step in front of Wilmar, with a hand where his sword would hang were he wearing it.

Unfortunately for both of them, he was not.

The figure spoke, face hidden in the shadows of his hood. “You should be careful trusting monsters” she spoke with a slight hiss in her voice, and it was hard to tell which of the boys she was directing her words at, though Wilmar tensed up behind Kilyia more than he already was.

“Please move out of our way” the seadweller said calmly “We are just trying to get back into town.”

“And let that thing hurt innocents? I don’t think so.” There was movement, and a flash of metal from inside her cloak. Kilyia moved swiftly, summoning his sword as he did. Everything happened suddenly, the crack of her gun, the wet gasp of a sword through the chest, the thud of a body hitting the ground.

Her hood fell as she did, revealing a blue with only one eye, now coughing up blood as she glared at Kilyia. “You will… regret rejecting my help.”

“You just tried to shoot me. Or my friend. Either way there was no help being offered here.” He kept a foot planted on her arm, even as she died, not wanting to give her a chance to cause more problems. The blood rushing in his ears prevented the notice of any other background noises, “might have to call Hiro after this. Need to make sure her death isn’t going to cause either of us pro-“

He wasn’t sure exactly what earned him, perhaps it was just the feeling of something suddenly looming behind him, but Kilyia had just enough time to start to move out of the way preventing the snapping jaws from catching his vulnerable neck and gills, and instead sinking into his shoulder. That was enough for him to be picked up, and shook like a ragdoll, even as he cried out in pain, before being tossed and slamming into a tree painfully.

Kilyia tried to push himself up, vision spinning, but he did not have time to get away from the bear suddenly rising up to its hind feet in front of him.

As it came down, so did the curtains on his ability to stay conscious.