"A friend you would steal from?" he replied sharply, tilting his head in the same way that Dahlia did when she got angry. "A friend who you would leave vulnerable for the winter months? If this had been a trick, I would have at least been able to marvel at your ingenuity, but if this is how you treat friends, then there is a serious flaw in your morality." He stepped forward, his eyes fiery and startling. "You will never speak to her again. Understand?" * * * (Yoop!)
He looked to be at a loss for words. "..Okay." *** Nascha was sitting outside, drawing in a small, handmade sketch book.
He glowered for a moment before stepping back, satisfied. "Very well." He unlocked the door and gestured outwards, offering Osiris a sealed envelope. "This is for your leader, informing them of our agreement." * * * From the forest, she would hear birds taking off, crowing loudly in flight.
He took it, his shoulders sagging. He didn't say anything, just looked as if he wanted to leave. *** She looked up, setting down her book and going to investigate.
He gestured forward, insinuating that he should lead the way. * * * In a clearing of the forest, she would see a weasel circling a small group. The weasel's tail was swishing from side to side, its claws glistening in the sun. When she got closer, she would see Victor, holding a stick, standing in front of a group of three baby deer mice, all squeaking nervously. The weasel was trying to find an opening, and as she watched, the weasel darted in, attempting to grab one of the mice. Victor jerked over, hitting the weasel's snout. The weasel yelped, backing away warily.
Osiris started out, his eyes to the ground. *** Nascha's eyes widened, and she drew her blade, sprinting over.
The man followed him. They left the area without encountering anyone and when they got to the perimeter of the tribe, he stopped. "Alright. Go now. Supplies will be along in a couple days." * * * Victor didn't even look over as she approached, but his body language shifted, insinuating that he knew she was there. "This might not be a good time, Nascha."
He gave a slight nod, heading off to his tribe. *** She was frowning, but looked mildly annoyed at him comment. "I'm here to help, not get in your way." She grabbed the blade attached to a rope that hung from her belt, the same one she had used to cut the stem. She swung it in her hands before throwing it across at the weasel, the sharp edge glinting.
(Zoop?) * * * The weasel looked over at her, hissing menacingly. "Uh oh," Victor said. "You've made Pete angry."
(Idk) *** She huffed, looking back at the weasel before swinging it again, trying to get Pete to go away.
About a month later, Osiris would be out on patrol. It was late at night, and the house below was silent. * * * Pete growled and snapped at her, exposing sharp white teeth.
Their fort sat next to the windowsill. Over the years, it had evolved into a little home away from home for both of them. As he walked, he would see a light come on. * * * Victor noticed this and raised an eyebrow, but began shepherding the mice away to safety.
He looked up, his brows furrowing. He hesitated, starting towards the fort. *** She kept Pete distracted, seeing how close she could get without him snapping at her.
When he entered, he would see her standing at the window, a tea candle lit in the corner. Her hands were on her hips as she looked out, but she turned to look at him when he arrived. * * * She would find that he would try to attack when she was within six inches to him.
He was quiet, just watching her. He drew in a breath, but couldn't seem to say anything. She would see his whole body tense as tears sprung into his eyes. He tried to remain silent, choking back any whimpers. *** She dodged any attacks, squinting at him before raising the weapon to attack and drive him off.
Her eyes widened slightly and she crossed the room instantly, pulling him into an embrace, her hand cupping the back of his neck and her other one rubbing his back. "Shh... don't cry. Please don't cry." * * * Her aim was true and she slashed Pete right across the eye. Pete hissed and backed off before turning and running into the forest.
