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It had been a few weeks since Altier was brought to the run-down shack that his black-scaled companion likely called home, and he could now comfortably say he was accustomed to the…
household’s routine. The kobold typically left at the crack of dawn, returned a little after noon, and occasionally left again to forage until nightfall. When the weather was bad or there wasn’t a particular need for something, they half-heartedly chased their rabbit around for a bit, which usually ended with a bout of quiet petting while everyone got ready for the night. It was always amusing to see the energetic side of what he had come to know as a relatively lazy loaf of an animal. As for the routine of the ferrorabbit in question… Well…it was at least more interesting than expected.
Hoppit would begin his own series of activities as soon as his caretaker left—the first of which being a check of every nook and cranny in the shed. He sniffed at anything that caught his interest, varying from morning to morning, but he gave every object or corner its due attention. Once he was satisfied with that, he would eat some of the ragged plants that made up most of his diet, take a drink from his bowl, then jump onto the tro—
table and plop himself down, his ears pivoting towards the door. It was hard to say if the lounging spot had been established before Altier’s arrival, but it was somewhat amusing to pretend that the little rabbit was standing guard over his core—if it wasn’t for one particular part of the morning ritual, that is.
Indeed, the ferrorabbit had a habit of licking the obsidian orb that sat in the middle of the room, which thankfully didn’t seem to perturb the system enough to give Altier a headache. He was confused when it first happened, but it was commonplace enough now that he barely acknowledged it. A part of him liked that he was getting attention as a core, even if it was delivered via a strange grooming method. The closest he got to being acknowledged as something other than ‘the dungeon’ was through an unfortunate misunderstanding that he could never properly rectify. He supposed that was hardly worth thinking about now, though; too much time had passed for there to be anyone left to correct. The little oddity of his mornings would have to suffice.
There wasn’t much to comment on as far as the rest of the day’s happenings. Hoppit would end his loafing by shaking his head and ears in a way that filled the silence with soft clacks, give the core a customary tongue bath, then jump off the table to nose his way out of the shed through a hole that was hidden by the storage cart against the wall.
Where the rabbit went was anyone’s guess, but he always returned before anyone noticed he was gone, and often did so while covered in small cuts and scratches. Any blood from the lacerations was quickly licked off before it could be seen by the kobold, and in the event that the scaly caretaker happened to return earlier than expected, Hoppit would scurry over to the bundles of blankets to finish the cleanup in secret.
Today looked to be following the usual pattern. The kobold left bright and early with various gardening tools and a wooden pail, and Hoppit had since set off into the great unknown for one reason or another. Hopefully, he returned less injured than usual. It was frustrating to admit that Altier had begun to grow rather fond of the fluffy creature, and seeing the thing come back hurt was bothersome. Was it off looking for food? There wasn’t a whole lot given to it, so that was a possibility, and it could be getting into fights over whatever it found. That still didn’t explain why the animal was so thin, and Altier didn’t have enough to go off of to think of a potential solution. He wanted to help it in some way, like by summoning a creature to act as an escort, or maybe just by manifesting something edible like he once could. No, he could only stare at the ‘Synchronizing…’ that occupied his menu, wishing he had more information to work with.
He never thought he would miss the bombardment of notifications and their lingering presence that filled the edge of his mental vision; at least with
that he could surmise enough to hazard
some kind of action. Even knowing why the menu was acting the way it did would be a start. Yet, try as he might, there wasn’t a history for him to reference anymore, and he had nothing to work with. He was confident the last message had asked him to ‘accept’ something, then took his befuddled ponderance as an answer, but he was no closer to an explanation for what it wanted, nor
why it prompted him in the first place. He just didn’t have another experience to compare against, since nothing like that had ever happened before. Not that he was ever in much of a position to allow it.
The entire purpose of having Altier inhabit a core was for him to become a dungeon of Decay, which entailed all the skeletons, poisons, acids, and whatever else came to mind when one pictured the concept. ‘Living’ creatures were something he only had the chance to experiment with near the beginning of his new existence, though he never dabbled past the first few insects before transitioning to the mindless undead. Having a thinking, feeling, breathing entity touch his core was a rite reserved only for the adventurers and soldiers that bested his trials, and that was usually a painful experience. Now, he had spent what he could only guess was
hours being held by a kobold, followed by having a rabbit bump against him, and neither felt like what he came to expect. Instead, both had led to a completely novel reaction from the system. The strange circumstances put him at a bit of a loss as to what it all meant for him.
Sure, he could dismiss the deluge of errors from his companion’s involvement by pointing to the numerous ‘corrupted’ messages before it, and Hoppit was a part of mostly unexplored territory, but the lack of clarity nagged at the back of his mind constantly. Being exposed to activity after potential decades or centuries of unchanging solitude made him despise the informational dead end. If he couldn’t make sense of the rabbit’s circumstances, then he didn’t have much hope of deciphering the reason for why his system was misbehaving so terribly. He also didn't know much about the one who owned the decrepit holdings he was housed inside.
He still wasn’t sure what drove the kobold to take him from the cave. His suspicion of becoming traded goods fell flat after the first week or so, and he hadn’t noticed any cult-like behaviour, which was promising. Granted, a lack of nefarious behaviour didn’t mean there was a lack of nefarious
intent, but he didn’t get the impression his companion held that either. The kobold itself didn’t seem quite settled on an opinion of his core, though it was up for debate if the hesitation was due to knowing what he was or not. They seemed to mull something over before bed each night, yet never reached a satisfactory conclusion, staring at the obsidian orb through weary grey eyes until they eventually forced themselves into sleep.
Whatever the underlying reasoning for his abduction was, he had observed enough to know that the kobold didn’t deserve to live in destitution. As beaten as the shed might be, they cared for it as best they could, and did so without a single groan or grimace of complaint. The floors were cleaned with a tattered rag and fresh water, dust was removed regularly, and any stray mess that Hoppit made was dealt with promptly. They even took the time to wipe off his core, which was possibly where the ferrorabbit got the idea to start licking him. The only time Altier had seen discontent from the kobold was when they didn’t find much during their foraging, and thus couldn’t give any treats to the excited and bouncy herbivore.
He wasn’t aware that a creature’s face could make such a painfully broken expression, and he was quick to decide that he never wanted to see it again.
Vexingly, his metaphorical hands were tied; a dungeon could only influence their Domain, and given the state of his system, not even that option was available to him. All he could do was glare at the rotting wooden beams that held up the roof and remember when such an issue didn’t exist. It would have taken a mere flicker of thought and a paltry sum of mana to mend the struts when he was a proper dungeon. He could even outright reinforce the structure by weaving in other materials, leaving the appearance as it was while making everything stronger than iron. Well, he
once could. Working with other affinities was something that came to him after absorbing the coloured motes left behind by adventurers, and the accursed stone that stole his mana had taken that ability as well.
An attempt was made anyway, his will ordering the deteriorated wood to absorb any trace metals from the ground, but it was no use. He couldn’t feel the iron or stones beneath the shed like he would have been able to before, all but confirming his suspicion that his connection to the Earth element had slipped away. Nature was much the same; the only way he knew when Hoppit had returned most days was from the subtle noise and the essence of injury. The other attributes—Air, Flame, Luma, Shadow, and so on—were ones he never experimented with to any real extent, so it was less noticeable when he lost his grasp on them. Perhaps they faded early. Either way, all he had left was a waning cognizance of his own alignment, and that wasn’t of much use to him. If he had any appreciable mana income, then perhaps he could do
something, but he wasn’t even sure what the upkeep of his current Domain might be. It was entirely possible that he was running on a deficit, which would offer a reason for why his system had been so—
[Do#$@n Ex@#d$%^&d! CRe@#r H-H-H-HoPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP—] [Errrrrrr—] [Sy$%^hroni%^$zing…] [Creeee-tu— Hoppit ha@$ esttttb-hed terrrrrrr-ity f^#% t$e dun@&$n!] - - - - - “
Well then,” he mumbled to himself, taking in the strange scene behind the shed. For one, he could actually view a small distance beyond the structure now, and two, there was a rather proud-looking Hoppit sitting on his haunches before a pair of significantly less prideful examples of the species. They looked quite a bit bigger than the lazy loaf Altier had come to know, yet they were more cut up and dejected than his furry friend. That answered where the injuries had been coming from, he supposed. Hoppit was probably running off to bash heads with whatever animal population existed here beforehand, and they had only just reached a consensus on who was in charge. Impressive.
One of Hoppit’s ears turned back towards the shed, his head following suit as he gave a lagomorph’s approximation of a ‘Look what I did!’ smile. Altier blanked out mentally, but didn’t have time to question anything before the new leader of the local rabbits imperiously pointed a paw towards the surrounding forest, which was equally surreal to witness. Most surprising of all, the…subordinates? The other ferrorabbits did as commanded, keeping their forms small as they took off into the foliage. Soft clacks came from Hoppit’s pleased shake of his head, then he too left the area with only a slightly lopsided bounce to his stride.
The man-turned-core could only gape at what he saw. Were animals always so…expressive? Had Hoppit heard him? What in the world was happening? Why had Hoppit’s personal conquest led to Altier’s Domain expanding?
He lamented not having fingers, nor temples to rub with them. His system was a garbled mess of errors and inconsistent messages, his residence was falling apart at the seams, his companion was someone who abducted him from the dungeon, yet never did anything past that, and his first real experience with an animal was turning out to be more confusing than he thought possible.
All of this was after an unknown amount of time spent commanding legions of undead to strengthen the very people who he would later learn had lied to and manipulated him, making him into a nightmarish entity just to bolster the power of their forces. He almost missed the days spent gazing out of a mossy window. At least then he knew what to expect.
Nothing made sense anymore.
= = = = =
The soft sound of roots ripping free from soil suddenly stopped, only to be followed by a dull thud of Ceele’s palm slapping against the ground to catch her fall before she landed on her rear. She righted herself with her tail and tossed the stubborn weed into a pile with the others. No matter how many mornings she did this, they always seemed to replace themselves faster than she could remove the pesky things. A sigh slipped from her muzzle as she set about grabbing the next one embedded in the vegetable garden.
Aches and spreading stiffness flared up, but went ignored as she neared the end of her duties, though she was well aware that they would come back with force once she tried to settle down for the day. The impending soreness was an inevitable byproduct of spending so much time working. Still, she knew that if it wasn’t for the kindly old couple that allowed her to call their shed home, she would still be sleeping beneath the stars while making sure nothing tried to get at her Hoppit. Even if it was just a part of the deal, they were owed this much in return, and she would see it done properly.
The sun bore down on her back as she did her usual tasks, which was a departure from the slightly overcast weather as of late. It looked somewhat promising when she checked in the wee hours of the morning, yet as her gardening duties dragged on, so too did the intensity of such a clear sky. A disappointed glance at the empty wooden bucket on the edge of the field was quickly corrected. She hadn’t thought to refill it at the river after watering the crops, and her parched throat was making its protests known, while also reminding her that there wasn’t much water left at home either. One more thing to take care of when she was done.
A gruff cough brought her attention towards the old kobold resting his back against a tree some distance away, safely shaded from the unforgiving rays beaming down. Her displeasure at having yet more to do was hastily wiped away. She was undecided on what to think of the detached audience, but looking so sour while upholding her side of the agreement wouldn’t reflect well on her. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen it. Not that she could tell if he did; he always had the same expression when he watched her work. The elder kobold’s arms were crossed, a finger tapping absently against his bicep, while his tail sat motionless on the grass, the muddy red colour of his scales standing out amongst the greens and browns. ‘Makis,’ was his name, assuming her memory served.
Makis had taken to observing her every so often, usually propping himself against this or that at a distance, the unwavering scowl being as unnerving as it was belying of his age. Somewhat loose skin sagged a bit around his jowls and neck, yet the rest of his face was still taut from how much time he spent examining red-hot metal, and his arms were marred with countless burns and cuts from his profession. He held an oppressive aura, though the crinkles around his eyes and muzzle suggested he smiled as frequently as he glowered, even if Ceele was yet to see the former. There was only the same judgmental expression aimed at her when he was around. She could only hope that he didn’t take offence to some unintended slight, but she didn’t know him well enough to say what might be considered one.
They hadn’t spoken since she took up residence on the outskirts of his land. His wife was the one to introduce them, but it was quickly established that he had no intention of being a chatty individual. He led Ceele to the shed hidden amongst the trees on the edge of the property, then dismissed her with only a grunt coming from the elderly kobold. She supposed that it was for the best. Her experience in socializing was centred around convincing others to employ her, and there hadn’t been much of an opportunity to expand her horizons while living a life on the road. If that had been the end of their interactions, she would have swiftly written the terseness off, but he appeared every few days, taking up residence beneath the shade as he watched her work, never speaking a single word. At least he didn’t openly protest her presence, yet she figured that would be easier to manage. He wouldn’t be such an enigma then.
There wasn’t a whole lot she knew about him besides his penchant for ‘supervision,’ and anything beyond that was what his wife had volunteered during the rare opportunity they had to chat. She was told that Makis worked the smithy out front, and although he had retired from doing so in an official capacity, she could still regularly hear his hammer as she tended to the garden, so she figured he kept himself busy most days. It made her wonder what was so interesting about a vagrant like herself, but when there was so little else to do, she could see how
anything could be made worth the attention. It was just him and his wife living in the once bustling home, after all; the couple’s children had long since grown up and made families of their own.
She noticed his gaze shift elsewhere as she tugged yet another stubborn intruder from the soil, his arms falling from across his chest and the perpetually worn displeasure melting to that of curiosity. He wandered off shortly after, and she had to make an effort not to fall onto her tail as the pressure on her shoulders unexpectedly evaporated. Did something happen?
Ceele shook her head free of the distracting thought. It wasn’t her business if he grew bored with watching her work. As long as no one voiced any complaints, she could only assume that she was doing a satisfactory job. Maybe he finally decided that he didn’t need to be so watchful because she was doing well! That could be it, right?
A glance at the somewhat sloppily maintained garden erased the false confidence from her face, but she was just as quick to focus on finishing up, unwilling to allow darker musings to fester. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be anything else that needed her intervention. The weeds were all uprooted, the soil was appropriately dampened, and her check for pesky insects or wildlife turned up nothing to worry about. She was free for the rest of the day!
…Or she
would be free—as soon as she finished the last of her tasks, anyway.
The black-scaled kobold got up from her crouch unsteadily, shivering and wincing from the pins and needles in her legs. She would have to remember to stretch more often; it was far too easy to forgo that kind of thing just to make the overall work go slightly faster. Her hand reached out to grab the pile of weeds and put them into the bucket as she ran through what needed to be done before she could properly relax. Hoppit’s food needed to be washed, she needed to bathe, and they were running low on water anyway, so she would have to visit the river. Just the thought of dragging herself into the forest again made her muscles protest, but she wouldn’t have the energy to do it later. She forced the smile that had started to fall and took the first of many steps.
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The river wasn’t too far away, only taking a few minutes of traipsing through the dense woodlands until she reached her destination. It was an idyllic little spot. The trees thinned out to allow a grassy bank along the water, and there was an appreciably gentle slope from shallows to depths, making for a convenient place to take care of various needs. She had discovered this place during her travels, and it was where a kind older woman found her.
Ceele was washing off at the time, with Hoppit safely taking shelter from the outside underneath the bundled blankets while he waited. The trickle of the stream brushing against rocks covered the sound of footsteps, so she was rather surprised when an aged voice called out to ask if she was okay. Her first reaction was to distance herself and apologize—the
why didn’t matter, but she had learned that most people were more lenient of her presence if she seemed apologetic for it, and she usually was. The elderly kobold just laughed at her scrambling, tacking on an assurance that there was no need for modesty. The woman was blind, apparently, which explained how Ceele’s blackened colours hadn’t deterred her.
Strangely enough, there was a comforting sense of ease around the one who introduced herself as Hira. It was a sort of presence that Ceele could only vaguely remember, and it drew her close enough to speak as she finished bathing. The conversation wasn’t anything profound, of course—they hardly delved deeper than surface-level small talk—but Hira lost her smile as she listened to the younger kobold. By the end of it, the old woman posed a series of questions with a dark inflection to her voice, and Ceele struggled to find an answer.
‘Are you tired of looking for something that only slips away? Are you tired of running? Do you really want to be scared and alone?’
If the silence bothered Hira, then it didn’t show. She had simply held out a hand and offered Ceele a way of life that didn’t involve wondering where she would be spending the night, nor entailed cowering in the brush while fearsome predators roamed freely. It would be a simple existence of few fortunes, but it was safe, and it was honest. All she had to do was say yes.
Ceele denied it at first, partially because she knew most people despised Hobbit's species, and partially because she couldn’t shake the offer being too good to be true. Hira was quick to propose a compromise; Ceele could take residence in the gardening shed that had fallen from use, and to satiate the nagging sense of an unfair deal, she would be put in charge of maintaining the garden itself. All Hira wanted was to ‘see’ her favourite space bloom again, since she couldn’t take care of it anymore. The black-scaled kobold stared longingly at where Hoppit was, his little body shivering from the prolonged cold and fear that he would be hurt if he left the blankets hiding him. It was with a heavy guilt that she accepted Hira’s offer, keeping quiet about her true reason for doing so.
That was in the past, however, though she thought about it every time she stopped by and saw the smooth rocks where she and Hira first met. Eventually, she might gather the courage to admit that she was housing a ‘pest’ and beg for forgiveness. Until then, she would just work her hardest to prove it wasn’t a mistake to give her a home. That her endless efforts weren’t meaningless. That Hoppit
deserved to be more than a ‘pest.’
That Ceele was more than something she had no control over being.
She cleared her head a bit and started on the reason she came all this way. Her dress was rather easy to wash in the meandering water, and the trees provided a suitable place for it to dry in the sunlight and light breeze. The weeds were fine with a thorough rinse near in the shallows, but taking care of her own hygiene required her to wade farther in, though it only came up to her chest in the middle of the rill. Still, she could scrub off the soil and grime, which was all she really needed. Perhaps some simple soaps would help rid her of the pervasive black that stained her skin and scales, but that was beyond her meagre means for the time being, as well as being mere wishful thinking.
She worked past the dreary mindset that settled in when she allowed it, focusing on how serene the river was. The soft birdsong from the trees helped make for a peaceful experience, and she could feel the somewhat chilled liquid basically pour into the aches and pains throughout her body, washing away the stiffness from spending so long under the unerring sun. It was nice to escape reality and let thoughts drift while held buoyant by calmer waters.
Yet the bliss was short-lived. Even if winter was gone, spring was still far from warming the waters enough for her to laze about for too long. She dragged herself from the soft current and fetched her dress from the low-lying branch she left it to dry on. It was still a touch damp, but it wasn’t anything a bit of time in front of the fireplace wouldn’t fix.
Ceele was only a short distance away from home when she heard a gravelly male voice, but it was the flicker of sight between the trees that made her drop what was in her arms and lunge into a sprint.
Makis stood just outside the gardening shed, a ferrorabbit held at arm’s length by rusty crimson hands placed on the scruff and haunch, the rabbit’s little ears flattened as fear filled its tiny face. Her eyes widened further when she noticed the small stains of blood in his light brown fur.
They found out about him. Ephemeral claws of blackness clutched at her soul,
ripping the very fabric she was made of as an unseen beast smiled, eager to take yet one more thing from her. Her Hoppit. Her baby. Her
everything.
“
Hoppit!” she shrieked, her words all but tearing out of her throat in desperation. Frozen blood coursed through her veins, yet poured into exhausted limbs. She broke through the treeline with no regard for the branches slashing against her flesh, panic making each sting fade before it could be processed. The grizzled glare of the older kobold snapped towards her, his usual scowl picking up an actual air of
intensity that she never thought could be absent, the promise of violence lurking in his eyes. She skidded to a stop a few paces away, the lump in her throat threatening to clog her airway. “S-stop hurting him!”
“Didn’t,” he barked back, his tone even yet firm. “Cuts ain’t me. I’d’a done worse if’a had ta mind ta.”
The blatant declaration snapped her from blind panic, although his apparent anger didn’t do her fear any favours. “B-but… Then how…”
“‘Hoppit.’ Named it, did’cha?” he grunted, ignoring her confusion and bobbing the rabbit to get her attention again. His gaze shifted back to the animal, the flames of ire cooling slightly. “I was wonderin’ why yer plots ain’t dead yet. Suppose this critter’s why.”
One of her hands hesitantly reached out until she pulled it back, while the other clutched at her chest to stop her heart from hammering against her ribs. She couldn’t act rashly. Not while her baby was in his arms. “I—”
“Soft thing, ain’t it,” the elder kobold commented curiously, cutting her off.
“Y-yes?” she returned reluctantly, struggling to stop herself from lashing out to reclaim the ferrorabbit in his grasp.
“Like fine silk.” Makis tipped and tilted the animal, inspecting this and that with a deep-seated frown, all while Hoppit silently looked to her for help. The pit in her stomach grew. She needed to get him back, but how?
Ceele swallowed the dense dread as she tried to formulate some sort of plan, stumbling over her words and forced smile. “I-it’s nice! Isn’t it nice?”
His eyes snapped back to
burrow into her own with
hatred. “Wasn’t a compliment, girly.”
“B-but you—”
He released Hoppit’s lower half to jab a claw at the various spikes around his body, plying them with minimal force. “Look. See this? These’r suppose ta break bone. ‘Specially when he’s stiff like this. Ain’t no way I should be able ta bend ‘em. He’s barely more than a walkin’ carcass—all skin ‘n stick. He’s gonna get picked up by a wandering pecker if he keeps pissin’ about out ‘ere. It’s a wonder he’s still kickin’. What’cha feeding ‘em?” His gaze dropped from her face to the rest of her, disgust curling his muzzle into a snarl. “N’ver mind. I can guess.”
She felt the dampness build at the edges of her vision, unprepared to not only worry for Hoppit's immediate health, but also to face such harsh criticism while she was so vulnerable. “I… I try to make sure he has…”
Makis crouched to release the ferrorabbit onto the ground, Ceele dropping to her knees the moment he did. The terrified lagomorph wasted no time,
bolting towards his adoptive mother and leaping into her arms, shaking uncontrollably. The rust-coloured ‘bold stared as she started soothingly stroking the animal’s back.
“Yer given’ em the weeds, aren’t ya?” he stated rather than asked. She gave a teary nod when her voice wouldn’t respond for her. The old kobold drew a breath, letting it go in an exasperated sigh as he stood back up, his expression becoming more impatient than antagonistic. “What else?”
“I— Um…”
“What. Else?”
“W-whatever I c-can find!” she sputtered out. Hoppit tried to hide against her neck, prompting her to tighten her hold. She couldn’t stop herself from shrinking, the guilt and confusion pulling her head down. “R-roots, vegetables, fruits… I give them as often as I can.”
His glare continued unimpeded, his cadence cold. “That it?”
There were a million things Ceele wanted to say. A part of her wanted to beg him not to kick them out of the first safe place she had in longer than she could remember, but she couldn’t find the words. She
wanted to deny the judgmental tone that stabbed into her insecurity surrounding how good of a job she was doing with Hoppit, but the deadened void in her chest swallowed her pride whole. She knew he was right to critique her. That she was failing in the only thing that mattered anymore. That the feeling of loss would return.
“I try,” she whispered through the beginnings of a sob. “I try to find more, but he needs someone around, and I have to work the garden, so there’s only so much time I can spend looking. He won’t even eat all of what I bring back…” Tears dripped off her cheeks as she aimed a desolate smile at her furry friend. “He wants to make sure I have some too.”
“Yer killin’ em,” Makis pointed out plainly, crossing his arms. “He’ll be dead ‘fore the summer at this rate.”
“
I know!” she shouted, forcing back the memories of insidious murmurs that lurked in the back of her mind, eager to creep into her ears again. The hate-filled stares that followed her, the rumours that arrived in towns before she had the chance to make an impression, and the guilt that loomed over her like an executioner's axe… “I know I am… I just… I don’t know what he needs. I don’t know how to make him happy…but I
try. I’m trying…”
“…Yer an idiot, girly.”
She looked up to see the elder kobold walking away without another word. Her eyes fell to Hoppit, the ferrorabbit pressing himself against her as much as he could. He was small, thin, soft, and growing weaker by the day, but he never let it keep him down for long. No, he always showed his best for her, giving her joy that wasn’t provided anywhere else. She saw the thin cuts and dried blood, though she didn’t know where they came from, nor how he got out of the shed in the first place. But that was okay. Hoppit was okay, and she had Hoppit, so everything was okay, right?
…But how much longer would everything
stay okay? How much longer until her efforts weren’t enough, and she was left desperately reaching for fading memories of what once was? How much longer until she killed her baby too?
How much longer until she was alone again?
Soft footsteps drew near, pulling her from the spiralling thoughts that threatened to gnaw at her soul. Damp, blurry eyes fell on Makis returning with a small wooden crate, the older kobold stopping a few steps away. He dropped the box, a deep, rattling thud produced as it impacted the ground, making Hoppit flinch in her arms. Ceele blinked as she kept him calm, then blinked again, looking up at the man for answers.
“The
name, girly,” he spat in irritation. “
Ferrorabbit. Ther’ Earth aligned creatures; they need metals. They don’t care where they get it, but they need lots of it. Iron, copper, tin, lead—raw crystal, if they can find it. You name it, they’ll take a chunk out of it. It's why they bother farmers so much; the best soil’s usually top’a gem deposits, ‘n the little bastards have no issue burrowing deep to get it. Dries up the element’s energy ‘n makes the crops weak.”
Ceele’s mouth opened and closed, each unsuccessful attempt to speak making her feel smaller and smaller. More and more lost. Why was he telling her this? How did he know? What was in the—
He kicked the crate with the side of his foot. “Scraps. Don’t’cha look at me like that. I’m a smith, girly. I might be old and retired, but I still work a forge. Now, this ain’t anything pure—it’s just slag and hunks—but I’m sure the critter won’t mind. Your little gardenin’ project pays off, ‘n I’ll see which of my contacts can get in some better ore.”
She ripped her eyes away from the box and met the perpetual scowl of the old kobold, seeing a warmth behind the hostility that she had never noticed before. “…Why?”
He scoffed in amusement, which looked somewhat menacing on such a hardened expression. “Yer a touch stupid, girly, but the missus adores ya, ‘n yer a good worker.” A shadow of a smile formed on his face. “Hira spent more evenings asking ‘bout how the plots are doin’ than I got time in the day. She’d bite my head off if I noticed a critter like that sufferin’ and didn’t lend a hand. ‘Specially when it’s obvious you ain’t tryin’ ta hurt the thing.”
“B-but the garden… Isn’t he a problem?”
Makis rolled his eyes, turning with a dismissive wave of his hand. “If he was, he’da killed it by now. I’d say he’s been keepin’ the others clear ‘n got scratched up for the trouble. That’s more reason to feed ‘em right in my eyes; pay the poor bastard his dues.” He paused after a few steps, shooting her one last incredulous glance. “‘N the rabbit’s right. You’re not much better off than he is. Eat. Before the missus takes my head, preferably. I ain’t need ta hear her worryin’ over you more than I already do.”
And with that, he walked off back to the house, leaving Ceele to sit stunned on the ground with Hoppit quietly nuzzling into her.
“Hoppit…?”
The ferrorabbit perked an ear and gently licked her collar. Fresh tears ran rivulets down her face, yet they didn’t weigh her down. They felt freeing. She adjusted her hold on the rabbit and held him out, taking in the small cuts and numerous other injuries she had never noticed before. He stared back at her with worried eyes.
“You’ve been busy, huh?” she cooed quietly, doing her best to keep her voice from cracking. He shrunk in her hands. “I told you to stay home, baby. What if something happened to you? I wouldn’t know where you went, and…”
Her protests died out as she saw what was unmistakably guilt on his little face. She brought him back to her chest and cleared her throat.
“It’s alright, Hoppit. If… If you want to help momma, then we can work together, okay? Just…please don’t go off getting hurt… I don’t know what I’d do without you…” The rabbit didn’t reply, and she was pretty sure she had never heard him make any sounds that weren’t his happy little ear clacks, but she chose to interpret the nuzzling as an agreement. “Such a smart boy…”
She took a breath and wiped off the excess moisture from her cheeks, setting Hoppit down on the ground. “Let’s bring Mr. Makis’ gift in, and then I need to go get more water so we can clean you up, okay?”
He bounced his way to the door of their home, waiting patiently for her to lug the surprisingly heavy crate into the shed. He was even still behaving himself by the time she returned from picking up the things she dropped in her haste. There wasn’t a single protest from the ferrorabbit as she washed over his wounds with warm water, nor when she asked him to wait as she cut up a small salad for him using an extra portion of her rationed vegetables. Finally, once everything else was gone, she tentatively sifted through the box until she found a chunk of something that didn’t look so sharp, then offered it to Hoppit skeptically.
As startling as it was to see him bite through metal without issue, she couldn’t help but tear up again at how pleased he looked with the bizarre addition to his diet. He munched through the first piece, then stared at the box while pawing at the air, asking for more. She obliged through wet laughs, feeling lighter than she had since he first gazed at her from his burrow, alone and afraid, just like she was.
Her little baby was happy, and that made it okay.
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and Megathor join the others who get to read 1 chap ahead! I saw someone post here how she sent that photo of herself with the poison ivy rash to her dad that he almost cancelled their overseas trip just because of her rash…….. I’m 28 and married and I don’t even tell my parents about my health condition (unless fatal or I’m being hospitalised)
R u effing kidding me 🤣🤣🤣🤣 this “woman” is married, a husband to “take care of her” as she always brags, but needs to run to her daddy for help. Wtf is he going to do June, rub the cream on your body 😵💫?? Velcro you to your dr appointment ???? Ugh
She will NOT let go of her own parents and she’s doing the same to her kids.
Grow up June and live your own life and leave your parents alone 😂😂😂
Don’t worry, this will be the first and last message you’ll ever receive from me in the aftermath of our breakup. Not that you care, or ever really cared, of course.
I’ve had to swallow so much poison during the last quarter of our fledging relationship. Your lies that you told me, under the guise of being “nice”, were anything but. You can tell yourself over and over again that the way you treated me was righteous. But there is no dignity in calling anyone—but namely, a girl that you claim to care about relationship or friendship—“embarrassing” or bashing her for her race being different from you, which is why you approached her in the first place. Nor is it ok to feign liking her and starting a relationship with her just so you can fulfill some sick, twisted bucket list. It is even less OK that you took her virginity and devalued her soon after the months long process of readily assuring her and promising her that everything was real, safe and secure.
You have shown no remorse in the collapse of our relationship. You lied to me. You said you were sorry, you said you cared, you said you wouldn’t lie after the first time we dissolved our relationship. And after time had passed and you begged me to try and understand where you were coming from because you’d been hurt by girls in the past because they “couldn’t understand” you, but I was “different” because I “made” you “feel loved for the first time in many, many years”… you liked me for what I made you feel, not for me as a person. You sucked the joy I gave you out of my body and pumped me with venom.
You willingly chose deception and dishonesty over trying to keep me in your life. No matter what I did to try and keep holding on. You manipulated, you gaslit and you said “I remembered too much” and that I should learn to “let things go” but how do I let go such significant battle scars in a war I didn’t know I signed up for?
The only thing keeping me going is that I know for a fact, no matter what you try and make yourself incorrectly believe, that I did nothing wrong but try to love you. Even when you wronged me, I tried to understand and show you patience and love you. Even now, as the heartbreak has subsided … it’s been nearly half a year, and the anger remains, I still care about you as person. But now you’re just a ghost.
I’ve been too nice to you. Allowing you to keep our relationship a secret, shame on me for not knowing better until it was too late. You blame it on our interracial cultural differences, I blame it on deception and cowardice. It makes me so sad and sick to my core that you used my body and my heart as an experiment. I’m mad you stepped away from our relationship immediately to someone who was more “societally” appropriate.
I’ve been treated many ways by mean people. But never in the way you treated me. You’ve been hurt before in your past relationships, you claimed unfairly, and now you’ve passed down that trauma to me.
There’s no need for me to rehash everything in our relationship. You know exactly what you did. I can never forgive these bruises you left on me. Was it worth it? Was the rush of me worth the price of your cruelty in the end? You had to kill me, but I hope it killed you just the same.
I will get my heart back on the mend again. But you will never know what it’s like to fully love anyone. And that brings me some comfort at night. And maybe for the rest of my life.
You always do that. You ask a question and then back away, like someone who has touched a hot flame. I don’t know what you are afraid of? The answer? The truth? Me? It makes me sad, I try to hold space for you, your words. I know I’m not perfect. Sometimes I can listen for hours, other times I’m distracted, but I so desperately want to be engulfed in your presence. I am but a humble moth, drawn to flame. So, when I have in writing you clearly asking me, were some of them about you, yeah. They were. I poured every ounce of my Borderline Personality heart here once long ago . I’ve come so far in my journey, but no matter how much I regulate I will always ALWAYS feel every emotion as if I’m feeling it for the first time. Crisp and running fast like a river straight from the melted ice on the mountains. Beautiful, and dangerous. I flew so close to you, it felt like flying into the sun, but even then, the part of me that’s not a child screaming to be known, was an adult. And I decided to try to regulate and cope. I’ve talked for hours with my therapist about you, she gently tip toes around the fact that you treat me so much better than anyone ever has, that I feel so secure and happy…that I love someone who loves me in way I deserve. Regardless of whether the label is romantic or not. I can make anything romantic if I wanted to, I can’t make you love me like that of course I have no want to make you love me like that , but to get lost in the day dream of what could have been? That is a personal poison I used to feed on. The day dreams of what ifs. I didn’t want to find you in my mind. I wanted to find you in my waking life. In the other side of my delusions, pains, on the other side of the nightmare that was and is my life in some ways. Being with you was stepping outside of my life. I felt like a completely different person. I felt like an independent individual capable of being so much more than I was. It’s why I can never be suicidal again. The gift you gave me, is one I can never squander. You saved me. You helped me so so much. The love I have for you is burning but not because of secret wants or desires or longing for a relationship, but because I love you. Whatever you is or will be. I know you aren’t fond of people who say they will be there forever or not, but you were right about one thing. The only way I won’t be, is because se I would be dead. I have never lied when I have told someone that, I stayed and stayed until the friendship was over, they didn’t want me, or time grew apart, but I was never the one that ended it or let the flame die. You will always be in my heart, always a foot in the door. I love you because you saw me. You held my soul with grace and humanity. Something I have craved more than romantic love all my life. I was weak and broken, beaten by time and myself. And you treated me like a friend, a human being, you were kind to all of my quirks. I cry sometimes that you were the friend as a child I so desperately wanted. I cry that my younger self did not know this kind of love. I love you in a way that is deeper than I can explain, for it is a different kind of love than any I’ve known. It is kind, it is gentle it is one that is based in the love of humanity and knowing someone to just know someone . With out want or greed. It inspires me moves me, heals me. Thank you. Thank you from the spirit that lives inside of me, that even if one day I am gone, you will know when my spirit has visited. When you look around you and notice the small intricacies of the earth, when the blade of grass so simple yet green catches your eyes. When the color burns in vivid beauty the retinas of your eyes. When the butterfly lands upon your nose and gives you a gentle kiss. You will know me, as you do now, even when I am gone. Whew. That’s a lot of emotion. I think I got it all out :) night goober.
(burner account) I'm furious about this. My best friend of almost 6 years was helping clear out a yard last week, and encountered something that caused an ongoing as of today allergic reaction, similar to that of poison ivy. There isn't any poison ivy in the yard though, which leads to the fact that they don't know what's causing the reaction. They think they do, but there were other plants nearby, so it could have been anything.
The biggest problem is that they REFUSE to take her to the doctor, despite the fact that she's been taking 3 benadryl a day and applying hydrocortisone cream for a week.
This isn't a new behavior, either. A few months ago she fell and an old injury in her knee flared up, and they once again REFUSED to take her to the doctor, and the effects of this are likely going to cause lifelong complications. I really don't know what they get out of neglecting their child.
An additional problem is that her mother WORKS FOR THE STATE which means that they HAVE INSURANCE. She(mom) always has this mentality that my friend is helpless, and I think she may be trying to force her to be that way.
I really... I just don't know what to do. I feel like I should tell somebody, but I don't really have a trusted adult at school that I could task with handling this information without my friend being caught in the crossfire. I want her to not suffer for one day in her life, but it feels like that's impossible.
I want to see her happy. The world seems to not let her be that way. It's unfair.
Hey cool life hack if you like La Mer like I do. I was working outside pulling poison ivy out by the roots and I must’ve touched it. Well I know I did a few times, but I washed really well afterwards. Anyway, flash forward to a few hours later and I have an intensely itchy patch on my ribs. I’m in the bathroom wondering, what can I put on this itchy rash. My eyes land on La Mer Treatment Lotion. Why not right? It took the itch away! I kid you not. Who knew? I do like it on my face too, it’s got such lovely light emollients
I’m dating a Christian girl and she found out that I was growing and microdosing my own mushrooms for my depression and I take them as a pre-workout. She was gonna end it because she believes I’ll be doing meth next or snap and kill her or something. I got rid of what I had and i think I’ll be ok without them if I have her. But I just hate how closed minded she is about it, especially as a nurse, cause that field is all about evidence based practice. I was showing her all kinds of reputable studies that suggest psylocybin can be used to treat PTSD, depression, anxiety, and alcohol dependency.
I haven’t taken them for an about a week now and I feel like there’s a chance I could fall back into old habits She makes me SO happy. Idk if I should try and educate her on why it’s not the poison she thinks it is or if I just shouldn’t even bother.
So I’d like to hear what you guys think and where does it fall when it comes to religion?
I (24 F) am still currently living with my parents and youngest brother. I am at home because I am in between jobs, and a student. I have been reluctant to post here because of guilt, but I feel like my parents, specifically my mother have narcissistic tendencies. I just feel confused and lost, and I wanted a second opinion.
The reason I am confused is because it’s not like my parents have not provided a good life for us. I have always been fed, clean and well dressed. I was socialized from a young age, taught basic hygiene, and I have been supported through school and financially by them most of my life. They celebrate my birthday each year, often going all out, and they have reasonable compassion for people and animals… but they can be so cold, selfish, humiliating and even cruel to me when they want to be, especially my mother.
My father I am sure has narcissistic tendencies, but it’s harder to say with my mother? They both had difficult upbringings, and their marriage is dysfunctional to say the least- I believe I have surpassed them both in emotional maturity, and I often feel like I become the family mediator and emotional scapegoat as the eldest daughter.
What I have been thinking about most though is how my mother emotionally abused me growing up, and still does currently. She is passive aggressive, dismissive, condescending, controlling and belittling towards me- and always overly critical, to the point where I dread being around her. She has caused many of my self esteem and insecurity issues. When I confront her for how she treats me, she refuses to take accountability and blames it on me. She has publicly embarrassed me more than once by yelling at and belittling me in front of people over trivial things, scolding me like a child, then turns around and says about someone else that nobody deserves to be treated that way? She is also incredibly argumentative, and won’t let things go until she makes her point and wins the argument.
When I was suicidal as a teenager, she didn’t take it seriously, and was very flippant towards me- on the days I was struggling, she made it worse. I needed her, and I made that clear, but she was emotionally unavailable to me: we even fought about this in public, and when I told her that I needed her, she walked away from me, leaving me in a crowd of strangers looking at me with pity.
Most recently, during an argument where she gave me 24 hours to decide if I wanted to “figure things out with her” or get kicked out of the house (I got my bags and prepared to go to a woman’s shelter, and she interceded me in our stairwell) after she had lashed out at me and I had defended myself, I brought up how she had treated me as a teenager, and essentially her response was, “Well, you should go deal with that, if you’re still suicidal.”
Arguing with her also feels like going in circles.
The worst thing I can remember is when we got into a bad argument, and I walked away from her after grabbing a knife out of a kitchen drawer with the intention to end my life, and she just let me go. She claimed later to have not seen me take the knife, but I believe she did. She often claims to not remember things she said or did during an argument.
The thing that kills me most is how she has walked away from me multiple times while I was struggling, or in distress. I ripped my toe nail off when I was 12 by accident, and I was sitting on the floor bleeding while she was annoyed that it would make her late for work. I had an asthma attack that was triggered by the stress of an argument we had and intense summer heat, and she looked at me struggling to breathe, and walked away from me, going upstairs. Later she said that she, “Didn’t want to stand over me and make it worse.” And she yelled at me from upstairs when I had my head on the kitchen table after taking my inhaler, trying to catch my breath, because I didn’t respond right away to her.
Most recently, I was really struggling to breathe from bad allergies one night, and I was bent over clutching the kitchen sink trying to breathe and coughing. She came up, stared at me coldly, didn’t ask if I was okay, and walked away from me without a word.
I could go on, there is much more, but these are the most notable incidents. I don’t know what to believe.
My husband and I got married when we were both 20 years old, we had two children, the boy is currently 13 and the girl is 12, we had a good marriage but due to my mistake we ended up getting divorced because I was unfaithful to my husband with my ex-boyfriend, but that It's another topic.
My ex-husband is a person who does not tolerate infidelity so divorce was imminent, we separated and divided everything 50/50, I moved to an apartment and he kept the house and custody of the children 4 days a week and me the other 3, I was lucky that at that time my children did not have the right to decide which father to stay with because they were very young, since they also found out about the infidelity and the eldest wanted to go with his father and his sister was motivated by him too, that was two years ago.
My ex subsequently got another partner, explained the situation to our children and as far as I know she is a good woman, so I am not worried about the safety of my children, but I am worried about the increasingly aggressive way in which my children treat me.
Until a month ago, even though my children resented me for the infidelity, they were still kind and respectful to me, but recently my son had his first breakup and since then he has not stopped blaming me for what I did, I don't know if it's because of a newly developed empathy for his dad or because his dad has been poisoning his head about me.
I talked to my ex-husband about it and told him that he had to put a stop to this. More than once I have read in stories here that in these cases the father even slapped the son to make him respect his mother, but the reaction of my ex was rather aggressive towards me, he told me that he is not going hit son a bit because of me, that if I want him to respect me I should do it myself, and that he has not said anything bad to our son about me.
I have tried to talk to my son but every time I do we end up arguing and he just walks away and that depresses me, the worst thing is that this is starting to affect my relationship with my daughter too, she was always closer to her father, although that has never stopped her from being nice to me too. However, recently I took out my frustration on her and ended up making her cry. That same day she asked her dad to pick her up and she did, and now she doesn't even want to talk to me either.
Before you ask, yes, coming back from work I had thought more than once about cooking my son his favorite dish, but it turns out that his father has already taught him how to cook and every time I get home from work he tells me "I already cooked and ate" and that only frustrates me even more, my ex-husband knew how to cook and clean because from the age of 12 his parents worked almost all day so he learned to do things around the house alone, and that is what he is teaching our children , I don't know for what purpose but it only frustrates me more because it takes away the opportunity to surprise my son with something to restore our bond.
I spoke to my ex again about it, and I explicitly told him that I am going to take him to court if he doesn't do something, he told me that he has not done anything to damage my relationship with our children, that I am the one who is. That if he had wanted to keep me away from my children he would have done it during the divorce, but he didn't, but he is not going to force them to think the way I want when they are of age to start. to form their own opinions. After that he ended up telling me that I should think more about our daughter, that she even went with him when she had her first period (I didn't know that my daughter had already had her first period) when the most usual thing is for the daughter to go with her mother about it and that only shows that I am the one who is keeping my children away from me, not him.
He told me that I should seek therapy and that he can take care of the children while I "heal", I know very well that what he wants is to distance me even more from them with that excuse, and that's what I told him, he just told me to get my things in order and left.
I practically ended up crying after that, so bad is it that he sits down with them and orders them to treat me like his mother again and impose authority? Am I an asshole for that?