for there are many ways to kill a man they say
What is the world coming too, if Beloved can get a companion and Wessex can’t?
No, don’t answer that.
It is purely by accident that Wessex comes upon the demon woman and her newfound companion. Heavy hooves sink through winter’s slush, crimson welling up where dark mud ought to be. It is the sound of mewling that truly draws the Haruspex’s attention, however, for if it had been Beloved by herself, she probably would have gone out of her way to avoid the woman. She might have differently feelings about her fellow soldier, if it weren’t for the insane giggling which seems to perpetually permeate the air around her. Ears flicker towards the sound of the kitten, nostrils flare, and when no other noises follow, Wessex is obnoxiously honor-bound to investigate. The hero-complex is strong in this one, as it turns out she is drawn to saving those of other species now. She grumbles to herself, but doesn’t change course.
What she comes upon is rather… strange. A kitten. And Beloved. And the kitten is still alive. Wessex’s head tilts slowly to one side, taking in the scene with a growing puzzlement that borders on obscenely funny… because it’s a kitten. And Beloved. Surely the thing is in danger (though maybe not, the white witch is certainly unpredictable), so Wessex advances a little further and fixes the soldier with a look that clearly says she’s still trying to decipher it all, but also that she’s watching the woman. “Since when do you like baby animals?” she asks, knowing the woman’s penchant for blood and death and killing things. “Is this your companion?” she queries again, having only witnessed one, and it was the birth of a whale, a balenkorn. This… is an every day creature.
It’s really kind of fitting, in a disturbing way. Of all the Helovians she knows. Beloved is most likely to be a crazy cat lady. She’s already got the crazy part down.
I am Iron and I Forge Myself
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