Tʜᴇsᴇ Cʜᴀɪɴs {ˢᵉᵐᶤᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈᴿᴾ} discussion

This is, in general, the forest area about the camps, covering the surface of the entire islands. The mountains to the north are distant purple blobs. The trees consist mostly of pines, but there are many trees of different varieties, like oak or fruits or practically anything. But mostly pine. Poison Ivy is everywhere, along with thousands of varieties of wildflowers. Clearings litter the forest here and there, letting the sun shine in through glorious green-gold canopies.

Small, but effective camp that didn't look like anyone was staying there, just a plain small shack. The only thing odd was the scent of blood. Pausing to smell, Zeva looked around the area in paranoia. Any scents, sounds? No, there was no one. Confident now that it was safe, she reached up to pull a cord hidden in a tree. This brought down a rope with half a dozen things tied onto it, varying from a cooking pot to matches and a large knife covered in blood. She didn't need to stay in human form much, so she roughed it rather severely. It was fine, she was used to it. 'Injured?" She asked briefly.

"Not physically past a point I can manage. I'm starving though if you get what I mean," he said, referring to the fact he was probably malnourished. "But before I worry about that, can I ask you why you we t out of your way to bail me out like that?" He asked, crossing his arms. Old friends or not he was wary if the blood scented air.

"He's gone." Zeva said simply, though she looked anxious. She was used to having her friend with her most of the time, helping her function as normally as she could and keeping her calmer. But he left, and he hadn't come back in a week. Despite her whole murder thing, Zeva knew she had her flaws. And she was already lonely. Besides, someone as messed up as her didn't do well left alone. Without a steady, more normal presence she'd already gotten a bit worse. "He left and he didn't come back and I don't know what happened to him did he leave me did he die- No. Gone, reasons unnecessary." She looked over at him almost plaintively. "Can't be alone."

Sharpedon just let out a small chuckle. "So you saved me because you can't find your friend and you were lonely?" He asked, a twisted smile on his face. "Well I have heard of less of a reason to break into the slave cells and murder a few guards," he laughed loudly. "Don't worry. Since you bailed me out I'll help you find your friend. It's the least I could do," he said, shaking his head and still finding his predicament amusing.

Zeva shook her head impatiently. Obviously he didn't get it, and she didn't know how to explain it to him if he didn't get it. "No- can't be alone. Can't. Friend said I couldn't be left alone long I hoped he'd come back but he's not back can't be alone." She insisted, her breath speeding up anxiously as she stared into the surrounding forest anxiously. The more uneasy she got, the more her grip on her facade started slipping. She'd never been exactly normal, but the cracks that had always been there had turned into a complete shatter since she'd last seen Sharpe.

"Alright, alright. I said I'd help you find your friend, so I'll stick around. You're my safest bet right now so I won't be running off on you either, sheesh," he said as he rose his hands up to brace himself in case she started to break down. "If you're so worried about solitude I'll make sure I don't run off for too long," he assured the girl.

Her breathing grew calmer, and once it was steady again she sighed slightly. "Food." She said flatly, moving past him and opening up the little shack. She pulled up a trapdoor in the floor and pulled out what seemed like a cooler, bringing it out to the clearing and setting it down as she began to gather sticks and leaves for a fire. "It's food. Will you eat it though?" Despite her lack of sanity, she knew eating hearts wasn't normal.

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked in confusion, not looking inside the cooler yet. Was the food gross or old? "I'd probably eat anything right now?" He stated confidently. Unaware he just conscripted himself to eat hearts.

((Sorry if I do shorter post than usual. In class.))

Zeva stopped and stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "Sure?" She checked, pulling a box of matches down from a tree branch and lighting it, dropping it down on the pile to light a fire. "It is a moral quandary for most. Don't want to make you if you don't want or know."

"A moral quandary? What kind of meat are you feeding-" Sharp paused when he opened the cooler, and to his surprise their were hearts in it. "Are these... Human hearts?" He asked in surprise as he gingerly tried to reach inside to pick one up. By the Gods, his friend was insane.

Zeva shrugged as she looked over at him. She was very aware that it was not normal or good, but by this point it was her normal. "Easier to catch than deer." She nodded, sinking down to sit by the fire, legs crossed. But she stared at the flames, rather than over at him. "Deserve it. But not normal, not good. Bad, shouldn't do it." She shifted uneasily. "Can.... You're not prisoner. Can leave." She offered somewhat miserably. Obviously she didn't want him to leave, but she wasn't going to force him to stay.

"Are any of these eclipse?" He asked simply as he picked up the heart. This was a weird experience for him. Almost surreal. "Also when did you start eating people? Were you doing this when we were kids?" He asked, slowly starting to pace after he had placed the heart back in the cooler. An insane idea stirring in his mind.

"Eclipse usually don't deserve it. They're not." Zeva promised, still not looking over. She sighed slightly, tugging at her hair. "Parents were so mad... couldn't let them hurt my friend. Couldn't let them take him away. Had to stop them, couldn't... couldn't let them waste. Not bad parents. Brothers so mad, but family. Didn't tell. But so many people deserved it. But then they didn't like my friend and I couldn't let them hurt him but couldn't let them waste."

"So you took their hearts out? What about the rest of their body?" He asked, still pacing as he formulated his thoughts. "And now you're eating their hearts so they don't go to waste?" He asked, deep in thought. She could have the skills he needed to save Eclipse.

"Body? Left it." Zeva shrugged, poking the fire with a stick she held. "It's habit now. I can't... It's hard to not do it. I have to it feels wrong otherwise can't go without..." her jaw clenched and she shifted her weight. "Beneficial. Dead already, deserved it, and food. Have to. Feels wrong to not I get all uncomfortable and upset and the guards at the place I wanted to but I had to get you couldn't be alone..."

"Right, so you're not wasting the body by leaving it behind though?" He asked, but soon started to shake his head. "Actually, I don't want to know your ideas on that," he said as he looked rather disgustedly at the heart. He paused for a long moment to debate his actions, and then sighed. "Guess I don't have much of a choice do I? They'll be looking for whomever killed the guards for awhile so I can't exactly hunt until they give up," he grunted.

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((Shit sorry on it))

Flinching slightly, Zeva frowned. "Wrong." She said simply. She was very aware that what she did wasn't exactly right socially, but it seemed fine to her. It didn't bother her morally, but she knew that it would bother others. In the eyes of most people, what she did was wrong, and so she was wrong. But she rose to her feet, looking out over the woods. "I'll hunt for you. Able to defend myself. Your morals important." She insisted, rubbing the back of her neck uneasily.

"Not right now you're not. You're just at much of a risk as I am right now so we need to lay low," he insisted. "Not that I feel that you are unable to defend yourself, but the more you explore out their the higher the chance someone is going to find you, and if they find you they'll just keep looking for you," he said, taking note of her discomfort. He owed her at least a bit of time where she wasn't stressed, she saved his life after all.

She looked back at him, running a hand down her dark braid. "You're hungry. You have different morals than I do. Can't make you. Break your morals." She insisted, looking into the woods intently. "I want to help you. You don't want to eat hearts. Have to get you other food." She folded her arms, shifting from foot to foot.

"It's fine, really! We need to stay safe for now. I couldn't let you risk yourself twice for me in the same day," he said. Hungry or not he didn't want to see her hurt. No matter how crazy she was. He at least owed her that.

"Not a problem." Zeva insisted, looking over to stare back at him. "Hearts wrong. Not fair to you." She said flatly, completely determined. It wasn't fair to make him break his own morals just because she had entirely different ones than he did. Besides, she knew this area. She was confident she wouldn't get hurt or caught.

"No, really. Lets not risk getting caught," he grunted in worry. The last thing he wanted to happen was for him to be recaptured... but it seemed like his body had other plans as the idea of eating actual food caused his stomach to rumble in preparation for food he claimed he did not want.

"You don't want to eat those." Zeva insisted fiercely, studying him in concern as she heard his stomach growl. "Need food. Not that food. One solution." She reached back to start to undo her braid, glaring at him. "I'll be fine. Know the area. Will kill any guards I come across. Won't get hurt." She promised, shifting from foot to foot. After all, he'd stayed here with her. He knew of her crazy but he still stayed. She owed him for that. "Besides, some hurt won't kill."

Sharpedon sighed and crossed his arms. "Fine, go ahead. I suppose you handled yourself well enough to ve able to handle a few guards. Just... don't take long okay? I don't want to have to go looking for you," he growled as he finnaly dropped not letting her go, and turned back to the camp site.

Nodding, Zeva quickly rebraided her hair, tighter to keep it out of the way. "I'll be fine." She promised, hesitating for a second. "Just- don't leave." She pleaded before bounding off, sinking down into wolf as she took off, seeming rather excited about the prospects.

"Don't know where else to go so don't worry about that," he said as he laid back to rest for a bit. Any place seeming better than the cold floors of the slave house. He waited for her, dreaming up a way to save his sister as he drifted off to sleep.

When Zeva returned an hour later she was human again, mostly covered in blood, and had gained a knife somewhere along the line. Obviously she'd ran into guards, but there was also a distinct lack of hearts. After all, she couldn't carry both the deer and hearts. And she didn't want to bother him any more than she already had. Her gaze was bright and she seemed rather exhilarated, grinning when she saw he was still there. "You stayed." She said simply as she dropped the deer down by the fire.

"Wh-What?" Sharpedon said as shot awake from his slumber. He groggily looked over at her barley noticing the blood, but as he grew more awake he noticed what had happened. As he walked over to the deer to look it over but most of his attention was on her. "Ran into a few guards?" He asked.

She nodded happily. "Not hard. But not easy, enough to be fun." She said contentedly, shifting her grip on the knife as she approached the deer. The deer was already gutted so it would be easier to carry and she knelt by the opening, sliding the knife between the skin and the muscle and started to peel the skin off, pulling it away bit by bit.

Sharpedon watched in hunger as she started to pull apart the dear, and noted a lack of hearts located on her person as well. "Geez, I'm making it hard for you to get people's hearts aren't I?" he asked as he lazily watched her work. He hoped this lack of gutting people wouldn't turn into some frenzy where she's end up gutting him as well.

It was obvious enough that Zeva didn't even try to argue with it, shrugging one shoulder. "Cut out." She said shortly, pausing for a second to look over at him. "Habit. But couldn't carry all. Deer more important." She nodded determinedly and started cutting again, looking back at her hands.

"I mean.. could you go back for them now? I could probably finish preparing the deer while you went out and searched for your own.... food?" he said, unsure of how to describe her odd habit. He knew that keeping her from it any more longer would only make her want to cut out hearts more..... Unless he could fix the problem? Then again, she had noted it as a problem yet had not stopped herself.

Zeva shook her head, shifting uneasily. "Gone." She said simply. At this point, it was likely that another group had been sent out. She hadn't exactly hidden the bodies, but she was smart enough to cover her tracks and it was far enough away she was sure they'd be fine. But it did mean that the bodies and hearts were probably gone already. "Bodies bloody. Tracks covered."

"So you did run into more people again.... are you going to be okay without carving any hearts out for while?" he asked her bluntly. He needed to know just how much of a "habit" this was before he'd stick close to her. He had had enough crazy in his life and had no intentions of having it continue with this chick. She could cut out other people's hearts, but his hearts was staying inside him as long as he could get it to.

"Have to be." Zeva said shortly, though the breath she let out was uneasy and uneven. She ran a hand through her hair anxiously, completely ignoring how it streaked blood through it. For now she didn't bother cleaning the whole deer, just peeling back enough skin to cut out a chunk of actual meat that she cut into smaller pieces, tossing in a pan that she set on the fire.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay? You seem... distressed," he asked. He assumed it was due to a lack of hearts, but anything he could do to calm her down would be good for both of them. He watched her cut the meat, glad she was still skilled enough at that. It meant, at least to him, she only didn't eat hearts.

"Okay, of course. Have to be." She repeated, stabbing the knife straight down into the ground by the fire. Letting out a shaky breath she stared at the flames, determinedly ignoring him and the all too audible sound of his heartbeat. She swallowed hard, resting her chin in her hand, once again ignoring the blood.

((Is it alright if dream child joins with Zeva's friend?))

((Well if someone actually made the friend collab for her, sure.))

((Yep. Dream child made him (: ))

Sharpedon was unaware of the torture he was putting her through. "So.. are you going to wash up or just sit their all bloody like that?" he asked her as he scooted a bit closer. Maybe he could use some of his torn cloths to wash her? Then again, she probably did have some sort of way to clean herself at the ready. Seeing as she didn't save him covered in blood.

ƘƬ ~๓ครợยєгค๔є ợยєєภ~ wrote: "((Yep. Dream child made him (: ))"

((Well, I'm glad to see the collabs are being filled.))

((Also, whom is her friend anyways?))

((Dorian, a human she brought over with her))

((Alright, I'll have to read them up when I'm done with homework. Is DC on rn?))

Zeva shrugged uneasily, shifting slightly away from him. "Doesn't matter. Food will be finished soon anyway. Distance to the stream takes too long." She explained shortly, scratching at her ear. Swallowing hard she stared into the flames unblinkingly, rather determinedly not looking over at him.

((Not sure. I'd just go and then they can jump in whenever they can))