4/26/2025, 12:55 AM
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She watched the stranger with a near-serene expression, unmoved by his brief show of proposed aggression. Fable drew to a stop, though provided him a buffer of personal space, and allowed him to cool - to deescalate, to dial into a more conducive state. There was hesitation in the wake of her question and she permitted him all the time he needed, steadily holding space for him to fill when he was ready.
Patience was one of her virtues and it came in quite handy as a healer; bedside manner was best conducted with a softened demeanor, though sometimes a firm word or two was needed. Should the stranger decide to test her, she might fire back - but it was not her first instinct.
When he finally answered her, it was an honest one - no, he was not okay. Given the shaken quality of his person, she wondered if he had just appeared here as she had, ever so long ago.
Questions filtered in after his answer and her facade gentled further. Her theory was correct - he was new to Mythris.
Was this place Hell? She supposed it depended on who one asked and the events of the day. Her own answer might have differed, had he given her the question on the day of Gamma's death or the day she lost her children. On those days, it was Hell - a twisted, cold, and dark place deprived of all meaning.
But on this day, it was a new beginning for the man made beast, whatever that might mean for him.
What else could he have been, if not wolf? She had yet to meet any who shared a fate similar to her own - thus far, she had encountered fae and canines, but no other humankind made feral.
Patience was one of her virtues and it came in quite handy as a healer; bedside manner was best conducted with a softened demeanor, though sometimes a firm word or two was needed. Should the stranger decide to test her, she might fire back - but it was not her first instinct.
When he finally answered her, it was an honest one - no, he was not okay. Given the shaken quality of his person, she wondered if he had just appeared here as she had, ever so long ago.
Questions filtered in after his answer and her facade gentled further. Her theory was correct - he was new to Mythris.
Was this place Hell? She supposed it depended on who one asked and the events of the day. Her own answer might have differed, had he given her the question on the day of Gamma's death or the day she lost her children. On those days, it was Hell - a twisted, cold, and dark place deprived of all meaning.
But on this day, it was a new beginning for the man made beast, whatever that might mean for him.
No, it is not Hell - though at times it might try t' be. Th' fae have yet t' share their plans for us here,Fable supplied. He described himself as once not bearing claws and fangs of a "beast" and her ears pressed forward curiously.
Were ye human before this?
What else could he have been, if not wolf? She had yet to meet any who shared a fate similar to her own - thus far, she had encountered fae and canines, but no other humankind made feral.
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