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Dead Fish ///  Drilla & Kalyan

Original post here // @unscriptedloses

Kalyan didn't move, it was freaking out several children. He held back on the smirk that was threatening to slip over his lips. But when he felt a ripple in the water and then his name being called. He knew who it was that had been there. But instead of reacting right away he continued to play dead. It wasn't like Drilla was going to make things more entertaining for him then this.  Playing dead had seemed to be the height of the fun he was allowed to have while being held captive and forced to entertain their drooling massive of short dirty people the bigger humans called ‘children’. Not that adults were any better. After another few minutes he turned over onto his back.

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“shackled reversed” (Kalyan and Stella)

My muse has been chained up and left as a sacrifice to a deity or monster. 

Crossing his arms over his chest, Kalyan had been looking toward the alter as Stella had been made to kneel and be chained to the floor only feet from it. Clearly because some sacrifices had been too weak willed to fulfill their destined duties. Though being sacrificed to a deity was never ideal. Though many deities required their worship through the blood of, mostly women, but there were all manner of other stipulations that could apply. Men weren’t always exempt from the requirements. As it was hardly ever about the gender of the sacrifice. Maybe in a few circles. Kalyan continued to watch the processions for summoning the deity to take this years sacrifice, carefully from several feet into the surrounding trees, hidden from sight as he observed the goings on.

Finally, people started to proceed out from the altar, leaving Stella to herself. Kalyan had continued to stay out of sight from the rest of those in attendance. Creeping slowly around to get closer to the altar, he watched as the rest of the attendee’s finally disappeared, their noises fading until they dropped off completely. Kalyan stepped out of the darkness then, glancing up toward the sky before looking to Stella “ You aren’t going to be able to yank yourself free. You think previous sacrifices haven’t already tried?” Walking closer to the woman he reaches out to take the chains in his hands, he looked them over. Pursing his lips as he tried to figure out the pattern to the lock keeping the girl in place. Reaching back then, Kalyan reaches into a pocket and starts to dig around for keys.

“ Hopefully they haven’t used an unfamiliar pattern this year. They use roughly the same seven patterns every other year…” He explained before shaking his head “ I don’t know why I am telling you this, you probably only care about getting the fuck out of this.” Trying a couple of keys he eventually came to the right one, the lock keeping Stella bound to the floor releasing her, though the chains had still remained locked to her person “ We’ll figure the rest out later, now what you need to do is do a death scream… Go on, scream as loud and terrified as you possibly can.” Kalyan looked at Stella, expecting her to scream.

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"You fucking assgoblin!"

Glancing toward them as those words escaped their lips, Northot looked at them, but only for a moment. Before he was pulling his multi color changing eyes away from the mortal who had dared to speak to him in such a way. Laughing he lift a hand up to his face, covering it over to make it look as though he had tentacles wrapping around his face. Shaking his head then he lets out a breath “ An ass goblin? Come on. You must have better materials than that.”  Turning then he slipped off from where he had been sitting, floating down toward the other “ And why have you entered my domain mortal? Here I was thinking I had been forgotten all this time, yet, here you are, proving otherwise, aren’t you…”

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Tossing in his sleep, Kalyan muttered under his breath, a layer of sweat forming over his skin. It would have been clear to anyone that might have been watching that he wasn’t having a very good dream. Of course, no one was watching, because he wasn’t sleeping next to anyone. No one else had been in the room, even. So he had carried on having his bad dream. Until he eventually turned over to his side  to face the blaring noise of an alarm clock. His eyes shot open then before half closing again a moment later. It had been months of bad dreams like the one he had just had. Almost all of them were exactly the same, over and over again. If he had bags under his eyes(Which he most certainly did), it was because he had been so exhausted because of all those dreams. Pushing himself up he dropped his head in his right hand and let out a breath “ I wish I could have a different dream…” Kalyan muttered before standing up from his bed and sluggishly walking toward the bathroom.

Once out he was sitting alone in his small kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. Slowly chewing, he found himself thinking about what he had been dreaming. It all seemed so easy to forget once he woke up. Only a few things had remained, words, names, he thought. Yes, they sounded like names to him. Or well, more so, just one name “ Who the hell is Dazhbog?” Finishing his cereal then he pushed himself away from the kitchen table and turned to place his cereal in the sink. After that he moved to get ready for work, as owner of the local bakery, Kalyan knew that the shop wouldn’t open without him. Yet he didn’t really find much enjoyment in baking. It wasn’t really the job he wanted, but after his mothers death he had inherited and seeing as he wasn’t exactly working or making any money during the time he agreed to take on the family business. At least until he found something he would really enjoy doing. It had been several years since then and still, he didn’t seem to have been good at anything else at all.

Walking into the shop about an hour after he finished breakfast Kalyan flipped over the sign out front, announcing to anyone who wanted to know that the shop had been open. Rolling his eyes he moved to get some baking done for the morning customers to enjoy. The usual anyway. Dully he stood in the back at the kitchen counter stirring away at some sort of mix “ Dazhbog…” He muttered, still focusing on something so annoying. He knew that if anyone was to come in while he was in the middle of making snacks, that they could easily just ring the bell. As they usually did. Kalyan had, however, been glad no one was there yet as he was muttering to himself about who Dazhbog was and why he was dreaming about it, as well as why he just couldn’t seem to dream about anything else, for that matter. He didn’t exactly realize just how loud he was muttering, or how annoyed he had actually sounded as he was muttering under his breath, pacing this way and that across the kitchen, back and forth. All while tending to his baking.