πεῖναουσα.

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From classical Greek, verb πεῖναω, part pres fem sing, she who hungers. [Sideblog for Cranber, from the game The Gray Garden.]

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Tiger against Tiger [@Gxlosita]

Wise?

Ha, ha, ha. No, honestly no. But fate seldom is, facts happening and disappearing without rhyme nor reason; colliding collapsing running in circles. It doesn’t really care for effects or consequences. As I am here, playing the hand of destiny as if I really commanded anything (the fool!), I will do something very, very unwise. As pitting two girls one against the other, both very unassuming, both very (do I dare?) cute, both lethal, both more bound by their stomachs than by their minds.

Yeah, yeah. But how? I do not know, really. I call shenanigans, anyway - maybe a way on Etihw’s part to keep one of Kcalb’s weapons away, maybe a way for Kcalb to calm her momentarily. What did count, though, was that her orders hadn’t been rescinded and her voyage hadn’t ended. This city - more of a jungle, really, of stone and steel and bitumen, piled high to the sky - was full of new, exciting smells. Food. Food in quantities she had never seen. Thousands upon thousands, slow and weak and defenseless like one certain other boy had been. She had spared him, better to season the meat before their next meeting, but here...no. She had no reason to avoid them, frail humans, sweet humans.

Down went a girl, dark hair and green eyes. She didn’t struggle, really, had no time to try. Slowly, methodically, in the still night of the 20th Ward, Cranber Preserves consumed.

#gxlosita #RP #closed starter

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Jumps up and headbutts everyone in the nose.

"You smell like fish. Are you fish? I like fish. Can I eat you?"

#crackber #cranber no

Well, well, well.

It’s nice, from time to time, changing pace. This pursuit of ours is not different, really, because having a character performing a curious line, a weird action or an unexpected decision gives salt to what we narrators write.

So, let’s choose a curious mask for this particular charade. Cranber Preserves. Such a voracious girl! A demon, too! Enemy of God! Amoral, to boot!

Yes, yes, yes. All of this. But…strange alchemies happen on this stage, and this child God was nothing but the proof of that. Moreover, she brought forward a desire to which Cranber could do nothing but agree. Two hungry souls speak wonderfully, don’t they?

She was confused, of course, conflicted undecided doubtful. It required too much thinking, way too much. So, she just slammed it away. Doubts later. Food now. She sat beside the girl, picking from a satchel a small jar. In it, cranberry preserve.

(because come on that can’t be avoided, really)

"Mhmhmh…no bread, though. Fingers will have to do."

Attached to their hands still, right, Cranber?

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It truly was a joke - the goddess who was suppose to fight demons, to kill them, was caught in the body of her younger form, her adult memories erased for the time being. Colorless eyes did only focus on the female next to her because she was a living being - something she barely had seen. Her memories were free of war and grudge. She did not even fully understand what a demon was…

With a friendly smile the tiny goddess leaned forward, her curios eyes looked at the jar, not sure what it was. The word bread however seemed familiar… maybe. “Is…this eatable?” Her lips formed the words heavily, her tongue not used to speak that much. The goddess had existed before the devil - her first years had been marked by silence and solitude. “Who…. are you?”

Friendly, trusting, near near NEAR. Dangerous dangerous dangerous, screamed every single horn blared every single alarm in Cranber head, flight or fight fighting among themselves amid this flight of fancy I had. I thank every single day that my muses are me and not someone separated, because then I would be in a lot of pain because of all the pain I pay upon them.

Anyway, I digress (way too much). The demon was there against every single reasonable though, but she was. With a well audible 'clack' the metal cap was removed from the jar, and that wonderful substance that was not flesh blood marrow nor fat (but was delicious anyway) revealed itself.

"Mhmhmh~ Very much eatable. Among the berries, there's nothing as beautiful as the cranberry, and among the ways to eat them, nothing beats preserves. It's enough to base one's name on."

One finger went in the dark paste, being immediately removed and placed into her mouth; she kept it there for seconds and seconds - not one gram had to be wasted.

After that, she brought one pinky into the preserve, scooped some, and raised it to the little goddess's mouth, leaving it there for her sake.

"And...I am your enemy. Your most hated, terrible villain. Servant to your opposite, daughter to your nemesis, soldier to your absolute foe. But now? Now I am hungry, you are hungry, doesn't matter. Let's just...eat. Leave these small things for another time."

#RP #whxte-gxddess

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“I—-I need food!”

Her voice is still nothing more than a whisper, not used to form words but the little goddess still demands something eatable from the person right in front of her.

Well, well, well.

It's nice, from time to time, changing pace. This pursuit of ours is not different, really, because having a character performing a curious line, a weird action or an unexpected decision gives salt to what we narrators write.

So, let's choose a curious mask for this particular charade. Cranber Preserves. Such a voracious girl! A demon, too! Enemy of God! Amoral, to boot!

Yes, yes, yes. All of this. But...strange alchemies happen on this stage, and this child God was nothing but the proof of that. Moreover, she brought forward a desire to which Cranber could do nothing but agree. Two hungry souls speak wonderfully, don't they?

She was confused, of course, conflicted undecided doubtful. It required too much thinking, way too much. So, she just slammed it away. Doubts later. Food now. She sat beside the girl, picking from a satchel a small jar. In it, cranberry preserve.

(because come on that can't be avoided, really)

"Mhmhmh...no bread, though. Fingers will have to do."

Attached to their hands still, right, Cranber?

#RP #whxte-gxddess

Just three won't be enough.

"Crazy?"

That, too, was a curious word. It contained so many meanings! Most of them completely unrelated one to another, of course, but all leading back to the same seed. Wasn’t foolishness, after all, the mark of those unable to understand the world around them? Didn’t it point at being utterly incapable in seeing what was real, obvious, material?

And, if all of this was, indeed, true, what did it make of those who complained about the craziness of a situation, not understanding it in the slightest?

"It might be. We might all be. Don’t really care."

She leaned towards him, slowly but surely. Her eyes were starting to become glazed, unfocused, as hunger rose behind them; the smile on her face, not completely straight, not completely sane, underlined the two red spirals in her orbit.

"If I am, I love it."

And, with the speed of a chasing predator, she fell on Matt, mouth looking for mouth, looking to lock them into a kiss. Something that should have been loving at best, or sensual at worst, but that ended in nothing but a bite.

No more than a drop of blood extracted from his tongue, to be sure, no maiming wounds; still enough to have Cranber, separating, with her eyes closed, slowly tasting that flavour.

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Matt’s eyes were wide in confusion, his face glowed brightly as well. He was wondering what she had done to him, he decided to speak up.

"What… did you do?"

Matt barely had an idea what Cranber had done, why she had her eyes closed also confused him. "It felt like a kiss but, I doubt she’s the type to kiss any random guy she sees. What about her motive, why would she?" Matt had a lack of confidence to push Cranber off of him, mostly in fear of another ‘kiss’, or worse.

"…Are you okay?!" Matt noticed that there was blood on her cheek, assuming it was her blood rather than his.

She didn't reply, not immediately; she just stood there, silently, mulling in her mouth that single iron-tasting drop. It was, overall, a small taste of him, the smallest possible without removing a piece of his flesh. She could hear Yosaflame being angry, shouting that it was rude, but she really, really wanted to savour what this boy tasted like.

"...oh, yes, I am. You really are quite delicious, do you know?"

She licked her lips, slowly, still smiling, staring somewhere way beyond Matt (or any physical and material feature of that place); her voice itself was distant, low, broken in places.

"But you are too rare a feast to consume in one go. Run, little boy. I won't eat you - yet. But in future...who knows?"

She turned on her feet, laughing, skipping into the direction she had come from; yes. Hunger made all meals more tasty. She had been looking for a certain angel for so, soo long; she had learnt about that lesson with practice. Now there would be a new empty plate on the banquet of her future devouring; and she would have looked forward to the day it could be filled.

Matt, probably, not so much.

#RP #matt-the-wanderer

Just three won't be enough.

The boy sure had a head full of questions. Why did he want to know that much? Was he gathering information for further use? Or - most probably - he was stalling? She didn’t care. Not now, at least. Words were cheap, after all, and she could throw some at Matt without much consequence.

"Lost is a brother of mine, born of Father Kcalb as we all are. He is always…stern, concentrated. Pretty much boring. But…"

And here she smiled, a vaguely conspiratorial expression on her face as she leaned further towards the human.

"…but he made the best apple pies ever baked. They were delicious. Pity there isn’t any anymore, since the orchard east of our encampment burned."

Verily, that had been the most grievous loss of that war.

caveofwanderers

Matt tilted his head, still confused why they were called ‘lost’, but he decided not to question it.

"I see… That’d explain the burnt trees I saw on my way through here. Didn’t know they were apple trees though." Matt rolled his neck as he decided to keep asking,

"I dunno if I got anymore questions for you. But a lot of this is coming up weird in theory, and my thought process is going crazy with all of this being taken in." Matt shook his head as he kept questioning himself on the inside.

"Was Greif involved in this war? Was she with the angels? What about Lowrie?!" Matt had kept thinking, wondering if his other friends had been involved with this fight as well.

"Crazy?"

That, too, was a curious word. It contained so many meanings! Most of them completely unrelated one to another, of course, but all leading back to the same seed. Wasn't foolishness, after all, the mark of those unable to understand the world around them? Didn't it point at being utterly incapable in seeing what was real, obvious, material?

And, if all of this was, indeed, true, what did it make of those who complained about the craziness of a situation, not understanding it in the slightest?

"It might be. We might all be. Don't really care."

She leaned towards him, slowly but surely. Her eyes were starting to become glazed, unfocused, as hunger rose behind them; the smile on her face, not completely straight, not completely sane, underlined the two red spirals in her orbit.

"If I am, I love it."

And, with the speed of a chasing predator, she fell on Matt, mouth looking for mouth, looking to lock them into a kiss. Something that should have been loving at best, or sensual at worst, but that ended in nothing but a bite.

No more than a drop of blood extracted from his tongue, to be sure, no maiming wounds; still enough to have Cranber, separating, with her eyes closed, slowly tasting that flavour.

#RP #matt-the-wanderer

Just three won't be enough.

"Uhm."

She stopped walking, just for a moment. Did she know enough about the two sided? Probably so, yes. She could, at least, try.

"On Father’s side…it’s me, Yosaflame, Lost, and Ater and Arbus, Father’s kittens. On God’s side…"

Eaten. Eaten. Eaten. Oh. Wait. Right, there were those ones.

"…Grora the Arrow, Sherbet, Ciel the Voice of God…"

And, of course, her. The one that got away time and again without shedding a single drop of blood. She wanted her, she wanted her so badly. She desired little more than to have her there, sprawled in front of her, and tasting that one elusive meal.

"…Rigatona, the Fist of God. And - be careful, this is not certain - some tell that Father’s brother, Wodahs, stood by God’s side. Ater is looking for him, but with little success."

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Matt listed off the names, they only vaguely fit into names he knew. Arbus and Ater stood out like sore thumbs, as he had heard their names in passing. Matt’s eyes widened when he heard about Wodahs.

"So Kcalb has a brother? I didn’t know that." Matt was not lying with his assessment, he had not known of Wodahs, considering their relationship he wonders why he stood with Etihw in this war. He also wondered who she meant by ‘Lost’ on the demon side.

"Mind if I ask who this ‘lost’ is?" Matt tilted his head in curiosity.

The boy sure had a head full of questions. Why did he want to know that much? Was he gathering information for further use? Or - most probably - he was stalling? She didn't care. Not now, at least. Words were cheap, after all, and she could throw some at Matt without much consequence.

"Lost is a brother of mine, born of Father Kcalb as we all are. He is always...stern, concentrated. Pretty much boring. But..."

And here she smiled, a vaguely conspiratorial expression on her face as she leaned further towards the human.

"...but he made the best apple pies ever baked. They were delicious. Pity there isn't any anymore, since the orchard east of our encampment burned."

Verily, that had been the most grievous loss of that war.

#RP #matt-the-wanderer

Just three won't be enough.

"Its name is Etihw, It Who Reigns over the skies and commands the stars. It made this world by its desires, and thought poorly of that upstart of an angel to doubt its words."

She chuckled softly, as she still skipped a bit. She whirled on one leg, just one moment, before going on. This was pretty nice, wasn’t it. It gave her some calm she hadn’t felt for a while. Maybe she could avoid eating this one. For now, at least.

"So, here we are. Here I am. I have to thank the big mouth of Father, because no one would have needed me, if not for this war. But here I am. And here I can eat. Which is just as important."

caveofwanderers

"I see." Matt nodded, his mind was now racing yet again with more thoughts.

"Etihw was this God?! How could she be like that!?" Matt thought to himself, hearing Etihw being known genderless confused him greatly as well. He remembered her as a peaceful being, same with Kcalb.

"Why would they war like this" he questioned himself in thought. He held his head as if he had a headache from trying to figure it all out.

"So. Could you tell me on both sides who are the important ones. I wanna make sure my head isn’t playing tricks."

Matt remembered hearing Yosaflame earlier, and needed to make sure he didn’t mishear and heard ‘Yosafire’.

"Uhm."

She stopped walking, just for a moment. Did she know enough about the two sided? Probably so, yes. She could, at least, try.

"On Father's side...it's me, Yosaflame, Lost, and Ater and Arbus, Father's kittens. On God's side..."

Eaten. Eaten. Eaten. Oh. Wait. Right, there were those ones.

"...Grora the Arrow, Sherbet, Ciel the Voice of God..."

And, of course, her. The one that got away time and again without shedding a single drop of blood. She wanted her, she wanted her so badly. She desired little more than to have her there, sprawled in front of her, and tasting that one elusive meal.

"...Rigatona, the Fist of God. And - be careful, this is not certain - some tell that Father's brother, Wodahs, stood by God's side. Ater is looking for him, but with little success."

#RP #matt-the-wanderer

Just three won't be enough.

"We fight."

She just smile, a small skip in her steps. This was the world she had been born into, an eternal combat with no respite nor truces. It went on and on and on, and she didn’t really care much. She could eat as much as she wanted, and it made her happy enough.

"We always have, as far as I can remember. Father Kcalb insulted God and its justice, and as such he was thrown down to the Abyss. He prepared and prepared and prepared, and when the timing was right he struck. The duel became a brawl, the brawl became a battle, the battle became a war. This one."

She shrugged. Nothing new, was it?

"Yosaflame thinks that it is stupid, fighting over…something that can’t even be remembered clearly. I don’t care. I like it like this."

caveofwanderers

Matt’s eyes shot open at the mention of Kcalb. Insulting ‘God’? Who was the person she meant by that?! He had to press at her for an answer, without hesitation he quickly asks.

"Who was this ‘God’ he insulted anyway?"

Matt rolled his neck as more ideas shot to his mind, he knew Greif had mentioned the war but she never outright said who was involved. One of the names Cranber mentioned seemed somewhat familiar to a name of one of the locals in the Gray Garden.

"Yosaflame..?"

Matt shook his head as he awaited Cranber’s answer. He stared at her intently as they kept walking.

"Its name is Etihw, It Who Reigns over the skies and commands the stars. It made this world by its desires, and thought poorly of that upstart of an angel to doubt its words."

She chuckled softly, as she still skipped a bit. She whirled on one leg, just one moment, before going on. This was pretty nice, wasn’t it. It gave her some calm she hadn’t felt for a while. Maybe she could avoid eating this one. For now, at least.

"So, here we are. Here I am. I have to thank the big mouth of Father, because no one would have needed me, if not for this war. But here I am. And here I can eat. Which is just as important."

#RP #matt-the-wanderer

Just three won't be enough.

Trust. It was a weird word, that one. She did know of its meaning, but it made no sense to her. Why would anyone believe in something, despite crushing evidence for the opposite? Why would one give its own life based on words and smoke, instead of actual facts? She couldn’t wrap her head around it. She didn’t even try, to be honest.

"…trust. No, I don’t think you can ‘trust’ me. I’m not sure what would bring you to consider the ridiculous option, really. You just met me. And I will eat you, if it strikes me fancy. Well, do it, if it makes you feel good. Will probably make things easier for me, just in case.”

She walked by his side, though. Just some minutes more. Nothing more.

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"…I am wondering though. What is going on around this world? I don’t remember it being so…war-torn.." Matt shut his eyes as he kept going. He seemed disheartened at the battle-ruined trail before him. Disheartened by the blood, corpses, and bones.

"Give me an honest answer here. If you said you’ve eaten ‘them’ too I likely will not believe you."

Matt shook his head angrily, he seemed desperate for an answer from Cranber. He really wondered what had happened in this world. Matt had wondered if this was the same world he had remembered to be the Gray Garden.

"We fight."

She just smile, a small skip in her steps. This was the world she had been born into, an eternal combat with no respite nor truces. It went on and on and on, and she didn't really care much. She could eat as much as she wanted, and it made her happy enough.

"We always have, as far as I can remember. Father Kcalb insulted God and its justice, and as such he was thrown down to the Abyss. He prepared and prepared and prepared, and when the timing was right he struck. The duel became a brawl, the brawl became a battle, the battle became a war. This one."

She shrugged. Nothing new, was it?

"Yosaflame thinks that it is stupid, fighting over...something that can't even be remembered clearly. I don't care. I like it like this."

#RP #matt-the-wanderer

Just three won't be enough.

Not really good? Silly Matt, that wasn’t his to decide! If anything, it did made her more curious. There are more way for food to be unappetizing, after all, than delicious; and she wanted to taste them, all of them. But not yet, not yet. This was, after all, kind of fun. She could wait. Just a bit more. A tiny bit.

"…why?"

What a stupid question, though. Why not? Was there a reason to avoid it? They were at war, the greatest enemy; they tried to kill each other on a daily basis; she hated all of them, at least as a whole. But nah, these were all constructs, false motives used by those more bound to morals. Her motivations ran much, much deeper, down there where civilized folks didn’t like to dwell.

"…because I’m hungry. I hunger and I hunger and I hunger. I will eat the angels, all of the soldiers, all of the officers, then I will eat God, then all the demons, all of the soldiers, all of the officers, then I will devour Father, as well. And I will still be hungry. I will always be."

She smiled to Matt, lovingly, like a mother to her child.

"Sometimes I think I might hate it, but why? Eating feels good. But so does chatting with you, right now. I can wait."

caveofwanderers

Matt’s eyes widen more as his grip tightened on his weapon. “Does this girl have a black hole for a stomach?!” he thought to himself.

"I’m… glad you agree that talking is fun, but I honestly am unsure if I can trust you long enough."

Matt then foolishly pocketed his gun, before slowly walking, as if expecting Cranber to follow him. If he kept his guard high he could possibly tame Cranber’s hunger is what he had nn mind.

"This girl gives me the creeps." he thought to himself, he may have found her ladylike and cute, but he had a bit of doubt now, after learning of her bottomless appetite.

Trust. It was a weird word, that one. She did know of its meaning, but it made no sense to her. Why would anyone believe in something, despite crushing evidence for the opposite? Why would one give its own life based on words and smoke, instead of actual facts? She couldn't wrap her head around it. She didn't even try, to be honest.

"...trust. No, I don't think you can 'trust' me. I'm not sure what would bring you to consider the ridiculous option, really. You just met me. And I will eat you, if it strikes me fancy. Well, do it, if it makes you feel good. Will probably make things easier for me, just in case."

She walked by his side, though. Just some minutes more. Nothing more.

#RP #matt-the-wanderer

Just three won't be enough.

"Uh, no. I am pretty sure that is a wrong statement."

She stopped, a satisfied smile on her face. There, now he had got it. It had taken a fair while, to be honest; but, yet again, he was not part of the War. He might have believed she was his ally? Possible. She didn’t care that much. The game had ended, and she was pretty much surprised of finding some regret in it.

But oh well, that was that.

"I have eaten angels. Some demons too - it happened. But humans…I have never got to eat a human, to be honest."

She smiled, sweetly, ignoring the weird thing in his hand. It smelled of death, as weapons were usually wont to do, but it worried her little. The wielder, after all, always matters more than the sword. And Matt…didn’t look impressive.

"Yet. I am deciding if I should fill this one gap today. What to do you say, Matt?"

She could wait. And play a little more.

caveofwanderers

Matt’s eyes still glared at Cranber, all he could do to prolong the inevitable as keep his weapon out and pointed.

"I should probably inform you that humans don’t taste really good."

Matt narrowed his eyes as he slowly backed away, he still kept his aim steady. Without ammo though he coulld do only as much as strike her with a few pistolwhips.

"Why exactly do you want to eat me anyways? Also why would you even eat angels and demons?!"

Not really good? Silly Matt, that wasn't his to decide! If anything, it did made her more curious. There are more way for food to be unappetizing, after all, than delicious; and she wanted to taste them, all of them. But not yet, not yet. This was, after all, kind of fun. She could wait. Just a bit more. A tiny bit.

"...why?"

What a stupid question, though. Why not? Was there a reason to avoid it? They were at war, the greatest enemy; they tried to kill each other on a daily basis; she hated all of them, at least as a whole. But nah, these were all constructs, false motives used by those more bound to morals. Her motivations ran much, much deeper, down there where civilized folks didn't like to dwell.

"...because I'm hungry. I hunger and I hunger and I hunger. I will eat the angels, all of the soldiers, all of the officers, then I will eat God, then all the demons, all of the soldiers, all of the officers, then I will devour Father, as well. And I will still be hungry. I will always be."

She smiled to Matt, lovingly, like a mother to her child.

"Sometimes I think I might hate it, but why? Eating feels good. But so does chatting with you, right now. I can wait."

#RP #matt-the-wanderer

Just three won't be enough.

Still not there, he was not. Was he that thick-headed? He traveled through dangerous lands - fully aware of it, too. And yet, he didn’t doubt. He didn’t fear. He didn’t stop to examine and pick up the obvious conclusion. If the demon had had any use for such concepts, he would probably have thought he was so cutely crazy, he deserved an hug.

But, well, she hadn’t. They escaped her completely. In her mind, Matt was becoming more and more incomprehensible. Why didn’t he run? Why didn’t he fight? Was he really convinced that she was not his enemy, not even a potential one?

…why?

No matter. These things got in the way of her fun. She chased them away, before replying, still as amiable as before.

"You might say I am…a gourmet. A food taster, too. Some tell I am too aggressive, with my criticism. I can’t really blame them, though. I do eat them alive."

And a laughter, to top it off. Slowly inching toward the obvious, without stating it outright. Would it have been enough, this time?

caveofwanderers

"…!"

Matt quickly at that point pulled out a weapon, similar to a handgun but different in it’s own aspect. He lacked any physical ammo, and the world did not contain the energy source it required known as seithr. He had a look of shock on his face.

"You say that as if you’re one of THOSE guys that eats human beings alive!"

Matt’s voice was filed with shock, finger on the trigger, he knew nothing’d happen, but simply kept the gun out for intimidation factor. Then again he had no idea how to intimidate Cranber.

"Uh, no. I am pretty sure that is a wrong statement."

She stopped, a satisfied smile on her face. There, now he had got it. It had taken a fair while, to be honest; but, yet again, he was not part of the War. He might have believed she was his ally? Possible. She didn't care that much. The game had ended, and she was pretty much surprised of finding some regret in it.

But oh well, that was that.

"I have eaten angels. Some demons too - it happened. But humans...I have never got to eat a human, to be honest."

She smiled, sweetly, ignoring the weird thing in his hand. It smelled of death, as weapons were usually wont to do, but it worried her little. The wielder, after all, always matters more than the sword. And Matt...didn't look impressive.

"Yet. I am deciding if I should fill this one gap today. What to do you say, Matt?"

She could wait. And play a little more.

#RP #matt-the-wanderer #gdi I keep posting with the wrong account

Just three won't be enough.

A…human. She had heard of them. Weak, sickly creatures, apparently. Not a problem. And this human was hear, calm as he could be. Curious. Quite curious. Didn’t he know of the war? Of the dangers? Or he just…didn’t care? This deserved some attention, it did.

"The name is…Cranber. I think. I am not used to pleasantries, Matt. Why would you pass through here, though?"

She sat on a tree stump, hands on her lap, still smiling sweetly. He didn’t look like much of a runner, anyway. He could hardly escape, if it came to the snack solution. But…not yet. Not yet.

caveofwanderers

Matt rolled his neck, he seemed unaware of what was going on, but he addresses his reasoning to Cranber as she asked.

"Honestly I dunno how I got here. I’m trying to avoid any trouble, that’s why I’m on this path, to avoid much of the action… I’ve heard a lot of noises and I’ve been in a lot of fights in my world to know where that’s going."

Matt put his hands in his pockets, he shook his head as he started to continue walking. He thought of the wind as a minor inconvenience.

“Why are you here, anyways?” Matt addressed Cranber as he continued walking, as if he wanted her to accompany him on his walk.

Oh? The demon just stared at him for some seconds, before understanding completely. He was going away. Walking. That could not happen, it couldn’t! She got up, tidied her gown, then hurried to his side, the brief run slowing down to a slower stroll. The human was so…calm. The more she looked at him, the more it unnerved her. Was this Matt so sure of himself? Was he so stupid? She didn’t smell fear on him. It put her on alarm.

"I am working for Father, right now, but it can wait. You are pretty wise, to avoid fights, but this might not be necessarily the right path to do it."

Would he get it? Would he understand? She was more and more curious. It was not unlike a game: one would win, the other wouldn’t. Of course, the penalty was likely to be much lighter for Cranber than for the human. This would be fun. How long could she poke him, and still remain hidden?

Fun, fun, fun.

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"Huh, what kind of work?"

Matt looked at Cranber, if he had half a mind alarms would be blaring in it, but alas his kindness won over his smarts as he asked Cranber the question. He still wondered if she was a native to this world or in a similar situation as he was.

Matt shook his head before continuing.

"I do see where you come from with this, the ground looks s jagged as a war-torn mountain.I’ve seen my fair share of those traveling around to hierarchical cities."

Still not there, he was not. Was he that thick-headed? He traveled through dangerous lands - fully aware of it, too. And yet, he didn't doubt. He didn't fear. He didn't stop to examine and pick up the obvious conclusion. If the demon had had any use for such concepts, he would probably have thought he was so cutely crazy, he deserved an hug.

But, well, she hadn't. They escaped her completely. In her mind, Matt was becoming more and more incomprehensible. Why didn't he run? Why didn't he fight? Was he really convinced that she was not his enemy, not even a potential one?

...why?

No matter. These things got in the way of her fun. She chased them away, before replying, still as amiable as before.

"You might say I am...a gourmet. A food taster, too. Some tell I am too aggressive, with my criticism. I can't really blame them, though. I do eat them alive."

And a laughter, to top it off. Slowly inching toward the obvious, without stating it outright. Would it have been enough, this time?

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Just three won't be enough.

A…human. She had heard of them. Weak, sickly creatures, apparently. Not a problem. And this human was hear, calm as he could be. Curious. Quite curious. Didn’t he know of the war? Of the dangers? Or he just…didn’t care? This deserved some attention, it did.

"The name is…Cranber. I think. I am not used to pleasantries, Matt. Why would you pass through here, though?"

She sat on a tree stump, hands on her lap, still smiling sweetly. He didn’t look like much of a runner, anyway. He could hardly escape, if it came to the snack solution. But…not yet. Not yet.

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Matt rolled his neck, he seemed unaware of what was going on, but he addresses his reasoning to Cranber as she asked.

"Honestly I dunno how I got here. I’m trying to avoid any trouble, that’s why I’m on this path, to avoid much of the action… I’ve heard a lot of noises and I’ve been in a lot of fights in my world to know where that’s going."

Matt put his hands in his pockets, he shook his head as he started to continue walking. He thought of the wind as a minor inconvenience.

“Why are you here, anyways?” Matt addressed Cranber as he continued walking, as if he wanted her to accompany him on his walk.

Oh? The demon just stared at him for some seconds, before understanding completely. He was going away. Walking. That could not happen, it couldn't! She got up, tidied her gown, then hurried to his side, the brief run slowing down to a slower stroll. The human was so...calm. The more she looked at him, the more it unnerved her. Was this Matt so sure of himself? Was he so stupid? She didn't smell fear on him. It put her on alarm.

"I am working for Father, right now, but it can wait. You are pretty wise, to avoid fights, but this might not be necessarily the right path to do it."

Would he get it? Would he understand? She was more and more curious. It was not unlike a game: one would win, the other wouldn't. Of course, the penalty was likely to be much lighter for Cranber than for the human. This would be fun. How long could she poke him, and still remain hidden?

Fun, fun, fun.

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This one...should probably be left alone.

Maxwell found himself on her path.

Still going. Until she was called back by Father, she went on. How far, she didn’t know nor cared: she had orders - pleasant orders, to boot - and she followed them with great enthusiasm.

The problem was this man. Was he a man? She couldn’t tell. She smelled…like she did. Sort of, at least. She didn’t dislike it, but on the other hand she had a feeling she should run away. Or bite his throat off.

Pfah. That would have been unbecoming. Now, talking…that sounded good. “Civilized”, would have told Yosaflame. She could do civilized. So, smiling, she cleaned her hands from all the juice of her last snack with a small handkerchief, before turning to the man.

"Good day, man. Who are you?"

Demons. Maxwell had little fondness for other demons. Then again, Maxwell’s fondness for others was severely limited to annoyance and non-annoyance. To be in the presence of another demon just made Maxwell wary. Maxwell had no reason to see others, so what was a demon doing here?

But at least civilized small talk could achieve more than nothing, right?

“Oh… hello there, young miss. The name’s Maxwell. And I must admit, I did not expect to meet someone else here?”

A lit cigar was between two talon-like fingers as Maxwell walked forward, extending out another hand in greetings.

“And who are you, young miss, to be alone by yourself?”

Don't worry, Maxwell was not the only one being wary, there. It works like this, after all, every time two predators are put in the same place. They shall study and watch and smell the other one, waiting to see what is going to be their move, if they are going to be hostile or not, if they can be overpowered and if it should happen. Beasts often behave like that.

"Neither did I, Maxwell! My name is Cranber. I was just strolling around, having a snack, the usual."

She finished dabbing with her hankie, putting away the small red-stained piece of silk in a pocket. That had been nice enough, but of course it would not last. It never did. If everything went well, she would have finished talking with this dapper mister before the hunger rose again.

Otherwise...it had been a while, since the last time she had had such a rare meal. It almost made her want to have this dialogue go on forever.

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