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Thread Title: Shrek: 「 I’m a Believer 」

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Lylith had been avoiding the pink trees of springtime wonder, truthfully they reminded her of Gamma. Even now the yearling mourned her friend, each day was a vicious cycle of anger, pain, and numbness. It was difficult to recall what it was like to not suffer; the young Aktaion may not have even known what such relief actually felt like. Her siblings, father, mother, and only friend were taken without warning. Lylith had never been able to recover from the previous loss in time for the new one to arrive. The ever growing grief was crushing her.

Walking without aim, fiery eyes focused on the ground. Occasionally, Lylith would kick a rock or snap a twig that was sitting in her path. There was no reason for it beyond the constant yearning for distractions. One of the small pebbles she’d kicked up had ricocheted off a nearby tree trunk and tumbled back into her walking space. Lylith prickled, her lips twitched as they lifted to reveal off-white teeth in the form of a threat. How dare this thing come back and challenge her like that!

Angrily, the yearling swiped her paw with an unnecessary amount of force and sent the small stone flying in the opposite direction. With furrowed brows and snorting like a bull, Lylith looked towards the tree that had unknowingly pissed her off.

It was one of those stupid fucking flower trees.

Lylith growled beneath her breath, ears splaying as they naturally got into a defensive position. She hated this tree. It was the worst tree. It deserved to be uprooted and torn to pieces.

Fueled by blind fury and unhealthily bottled emotions, Lylith launched at the tree and began to strip its bark.

Skill: seer 1/5

Vitus was off in his own world when a stone went flying past him, bringing the seer to a skidding stop in confusion, turning to see a yearling...attacking a tree? Oh, it was one of those magic ones.

...it probably wasn't a good idea to attack something with magic, who knows what chaos it will unleash.

He watched her from a moment, grimacing at the idea of getting his gums scraped by the hard bark like she was doing right now, before making....a stupid decision probably. She may turn on him next. As he got nearer, he recognized her. Lylith. The one who beat him in the semi-finals.

Yeah he was going to get his ass beat.

He approached, walking..well not slowly, unthreateningly? Before calling out when he was closer What did the tree ever do to you?

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Lylith’s lips grew raw as the bark’s roughness scraped against them with each forceful bite. Her teeth were a shade of faded pink, a result of bleeding gums dripping down into her mouth and mixing with saliva. It would certainly hurt later, but for now the adrenaline of it all numbed the aching sting.

The approach of the other was unknown, and honestly had she known she likely wouldn’t have given them a second thought. But they chose to close in, even going as far to speak to her when she was CLEARLY busy. Lylith snarled through the chunks of woodschips and splinters that lined her tongue and stuck to her cheeks.

Who the hell did he think he was? That’s none of your damned business, she sneered, head angled upward to make glaring eye contact. Fuck this guy and fuck his height.

It took a moment to register she’d known who he was, or at least she kind of did. It was one of the wolves from that fucked up fighting ring in celebration of their corpse of a king. Shouldn't you be at home, kissing your new king’s ass?

skill: seer 2/5

Yeah, he might be getting his ass kicked, as she snarled and glared up at him. Was she just mad about being short? Girl, there's more problems in the world than being knee high to an apple.

It was his turn to look a little grumpy, as she asked if he should be at Northfall sucking up to Arvid. He is no king of mine his words held a finality to them, and it felt....good, to actually say it out loud. But there was something more important than that at paw here.

It's not my business, but those trees are touched by the gods, what if you anger the spirits inside? Their magic could turn to rot and spread Like the mountain top. Though now that he's said it, it sounds like he was making excuses to save the tree an unjust execution. Find something else to take your anger on

...the one time he doesn't think before he speaks.

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A laugh forced its way from her lungs, blood mixed spit sputtering out as her head threw back almost violently. Oh, so this mountain dwelling prick suddenly didn’t care about his allegiance to his high and mighty king? Think he killed the “real” king just to claim a shiny new title or something? Why else would he suddenly decide that the royal little bastard wasn’t his king, hm?

Lylith’s amusement cut into a cold stare as he began to explain the gods and magic and whatever bullshit he had drilled into his mind. Whatever remnants of a grin she had fell away. Her teeth clenched, a dull ache in her jaw as she rigidly stood there.

The gods. The gods?

Fuck the gods, she hissed out, tail lifting as her body grew combative. The Five, the gods of the mountain, and whatever other fucking gods idiots believed in. If gods existed, then clearly they hated her. Despised her, even. They killed her parents, her siblings, and her friend. Fuck the gods. Fuck them.

His final words were foolish, and Lylith grinned like the Cheshire Cat. Something else to take her anger out on? Look around. What do you see? Just a couple of trees and you, which meant he was the only choice. But oh, she didn’t want to leap at him now, she wanted him to run. If you’re quick enough, maybe I won’t rip your jewels off. Maybe.

Why are girls like this.

He didn't rise to the bait, didn't feel the need to explain why he left to the other yearling, his eyes did narrow however when she hissed fuck the gods.

Wasn't she Elysium? He thought that was their big thing.

Then came the threat to rip his balls off, and if he was anything like his sister he would have said 'If you can even reach'. But no, he thought it instead as he stared at her unamused, even as he mentally braced for getting bit. He knew girls, they'd get bored or annoyed if he didn't fight back. Why do you feel the need for it?

Fighting, that is.