#something twisted

[mythologyvincent]

“He has put mom on a leash and threatened to eat me, at this point it doesn’t really matter if He used to be nice or not, what’s done is done and he’s still doing it.” The child replied bitterly. “I-i’m sorry.” Shella apologiesed on her daughter’s behalf. “W-what about the tracking thing She mentioned?” Asked Shella, trying to change the subject a bit.

He made a face, sighing heavily, "His gem, his soul, is fractured... It's barely a quarter of the size it used to be, if even that... How do you think that's affected him? His mind and body are warped from the damage..."

[mythologyvincent]

“Maybe i can track them? Sir ugly did say i was quite good at magic. The only good thing He had said so far.” Commented the child, Shella knew She was just a kid, She just wished She was more careful with her words. “Let’s start with the clothes.” She said before picking Oliver up and heading inside.

The sorcerer made a face, “Poppet that’s not very nice... Vinny isn’t himself, normally he’d never do anything like this, not even close...”

[mythologyvincent]

“I think they’d still ask why you’re wearing clothes that are way to Big for you.” Replied the nymph with a little smile. “What would you need from the town?” Asked Shella, “And what do we do now?”

“I’m missing an arm and a leg, I don’t think anyone will question why I have clothes that don’t fit me,” he replied, a rueful expression on his face as he waved the stump of an arm he now had, “But what I need are supplies and information... I have to track down where Vinny’s gem shards are and find someone that can mend them.”

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The nymph rubbed the back of her neck a bit. “You’ve only been out shortly, i kinda froze everything when i Got angry.” She explained a bit awkwardly as if She had to explain She was the one who stole the last cookie. “Sorry for my outburst before.” Added Shella in.

“No, no it’s fine, Poppet, I just need a little more time to readjust myself,” he replied, a small laugh escaping him.

Sighing, he tried to stand after a few moments, but gave up when he realized that his remaining leg was still a little too weak to support him for long, “Ngh... Regardless, I really can’t go walking into town looking like this, people will demand an explanation of some kind. I don’t want to put more people in the line of fire if I can help it, so I’ll take whatever I can get.”

[mythologyvincent]

“That’s what you’re worried about?!” Shella asked, feeling slightly angry that that’s the first thing He worried about regarding himself, despite having just been ripped apart, literally. “Mom Got some spare capes or dresses, though they might be a bit to Big for you.” The nymph child commented and couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle at the image.

The man blinked at her, his bright blue eyes wide and somewhat vacant. Clearly he was still a bit out of it after everything. Shaking his head a little, he looked around, apparently bemused by the snow and ice everywhere, “Should I be more worried it’s now winter...? Has it been months or a year?”

[mythologyvincent]

Shella looked in surprise for a moment before speaking up; “S-sweetie, i think you should take it slower.” She told the her child who perked up? “Oh, sorry mistet.” The little one said to Oliver while stroking the back of her neck.

Oliver made several incoherent noises, but towards the end he seemed to be able to form actual words, mumbling, " 's fine... I'm fine... thank you Poppet... jus'... give me a minute..."

After taking some time to recollect his thoughts and sort out what was and wasn't working anymore, Oliver gingerly rolled himself over so he could sit up again, rubbing his head a bit. Looking down at himself, he grimaced a little, "My clothes are absolute mess... How am I supposed to walk into town looking like this?"

[mythologyvincent]

She let out a sigh, She was happy to see He was alive, She just really wished She could use her own magic right now instead of being drained. She then heard a light splash and when She looked up She saw that the unique nymph, her child, stood there for a moment before reaching out with her own tiny hands and quietly started to heal Oliver. The magic in the little one was quite strong and potent.

The man jerked, gasping and twitching in response to the much stronger healing surge. It certainly sped things up quiet a lot, though his arm and leg would still need time to properly regenerate. At least the stumps stopped bleeding, looking more or less ‘healed over’

[mythologyvincent]

(Sorry, i thought i had already replied to this.) She did not like the sight, but still caried on. She took him back to the spring where She first cleaned his wounds with the cold water.

Oliver’s body instinctively flinched/cringed away at the cold, but otherwise the heavily injured sorcerer remained inert while Shella tried to clean him up. At least the bleeding had mostly stopped again by the time she finished, though the stumps where his missing arm and leg used to be would still start bleeding again whenever they were disturbed.