[Between being dead herself, the burning of the house, and the death of several of her friends, it takes Willow a little while to recover enough to reach out to the people she's harmed. Genuine apologies rarely come easy, and under the circumstances, an apology alone doesn't feel like it's nearly enough to even begin to make up for what she's done.
Still, it's all she has.
In the early days of August, she reaches out to Savage, after the chaos of July has settled, and all that's left is to try to put the pieces back together after the fallout. She would have gone in person, but she's already died once, and come close a second time.
She doesn't really expect either of them to forgive her.]
Hey. Savage. I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get in touch. Things have been... Well, it doesn't matter. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. About you, and Maul, and everything. I didn't - I wasn't myself. I wasn't in my right head.
[She lets out a quiet sigh.]
I know it doesn't undo anything - it doesn't even make it better, but I still wanted you to know.
[It had gone quite some time between his and Maul's death and this that he had expected nothing close to an apology. He had moved on with his existence, struggling in his own way, but hearing Willow's voice stirred a festering rage at the situation. It wasn't as hot of an anger as it had been under the influence of The Reckoning though.
So he was silent for a time as he considered her apology, aware that she hadn't been herself at the time. His brothers need for revenge influenced some of his own feelings on the matter, and forgiveness was not something Nightbrothers were known for either.
Then he issued a low growl from his throat.]
I was beginning to trust you. [Which was a huge statement coming from him, admitting what he felt openly to anyone.] Killing me was one thing, but torturing my brother is another. You drove him insane and nearly me as well for a time. [The emotional blood bond had messed him up badly.]
You have many allies and friends. Go back to them.
[She hadn't genuinely expected him to forgive her. She certainly doesn't feel deserving of it either, but it still stings, especially when he says he was beginning to trust her.
Faith's words come echoing back to her from Luna's brush with beasthood.
You don't get to choose how people react to the things you did.
There doesn't seem much point in trying to explain what happened, so instead she just gives a small nod in understanding.]
I get it. I just... thought you deserved to know I didn't want any of this to happen. Don't worry. I won't bother you again.
[He might be angry, and he also might be used to being betrayed or forced into a position of betrayal. He also liked to think he had spent enough time with Willow to know when she was trying to deceive him.
Her entire bearing was more what he was used to when compared to the encounter between her and Faith. So her life being turned upside down had obviously returned her to some sense of normalcy.]
I know you didn't.
[He'd give her that much. He'd seen corruption and felt his brother's insanity. He didn't believe she had been spared of either.]
[He doesn't disconnect. She had fully expected him to. She had fully expected he wouldn't want anything more to do with her, and she would have understood and accepted it. Some things are unfixable. Some things can't be taken back.
The acknowledgement that he knows she didn't want this to happen is something of a comfort.]
I - I don't think it was something someone did to me, so much as something that... happened, if that makes sense? I mean, John - that necromancer guy - he made it way worse. But at first, at least, he was trying to help. I asked him to help me find a way to stop turning into a wolf when I went to sleep.
[She sighs unhappily.]
After what I did to you - I didn't want to hurt anyone else. So much for that, huh?
[He had heard of the necromancer guy from his brother who had sought some revenge on the man. It apparently hadn't gone well and the manipulations described were enough that it made him think of his first Master.]
Why would you want to stop that? You are no more vulnerable in such a state.
[He should know, since she had turned him into one for a night. It had been an odd rare freedom to just exist after all, so he hadn't considered it much of a curse until he was trying to open doors.]
You made a bigger mess of things trying to end a small problem.
[It's no surprise to her that Savage doesn't understand why she wanted to stop so badly, this curse that she never wanted and never asked for. She is not vulnerable, if anything, she is more able to protect herself given she can move much faster on four legs than two, her senses are stronger to help her avoid danger, and she has an impressive set of teeth to defend herself with.]
Because I was afraid someone else would get hurt, or killed. I was scared of losing control. Especially after biting you.
[It comes out sounding a little bitter, especially since he's already pointed out he's well aware she's made things worse. The irony is not lost on her, and she realizes she should offer further explanation.]
Wolfwalking is kind of like werewolves at home a little bit. You get bit, it happens to you too, except it's just at the full moon and the two nights surrounding it. But when you turn, you don't remember anything. You're just... gone. So the monster that's actually you runs around at night, attacking people and sometimes killing them.
[So, exactly what happened in spite of her best efforts.]
If I knew what his 'cures' were doing, I would've stopped him.
[The curse had been different in a way for him. He didn't live it every night for one, and he also wasn't afraid of violence and killing to eat or infect someone else. That just wasn't a fact of his life that he would ever shy away from because it generally never affected the few parts of it that he considered important.]
We aren't in control of much in this place. And it still can be stolen from us.
[Maybe he missed the point, which was likely. He understood he was much more cut and dry than most of the species that happened to be here, so subtleties often went right over his head.
Yet, when she explained a little more the experience that she endured, he did understand the horror of it and even could consider why it would be wise to remove the curse. He was still angry with her for what she had done to Maul, but he had calmed down enough to get harbor his resentment rather than strike out like his brother would.]
So you don't even get the benefit of learning from experiences and honing your skills. [Wrong track to take, but hey, he tried.] So his attempts to cure you pushed you into a state of corruption then? And you're still a wolf every night?
[Savage's words about control, and how easily Trench can steal it away brings a faint hint of a smile at the understanding he offers. For all he claims he isn't as smart as his brother, Willow has seen plenty of evidence to the contrary.
She absolutely does find it a frightening prospect to not be in control of herself. Especially when there's such potential for the consequences to be so extreme.
The smile fades again, though, moments later as he continues. Ah. That's not exactly the point she was going for, but she's well aware Savage does not have the same inhibitions as she does when it comes to violence.]
Well... It's less about learning from it, and more having to be afraid of hurting people - of cursing them too. I mean, at home, I dated someone who was a werewolf, and three nights of the month, if he wasn't locked up, he would've killed me too. So you don't even recognize the people you love when you're... you know. Like that.
[She takes a deep breath. Had he heard that she had been killed? She's not sure, but she suspects he might not have. She's not sure if Maul knows either.]
He stopped it for a little while. After Faith... stopped me, though, and I came back, I'm just back to me again. Nightly four legged walkabouts and all.
[Aside from his brother, Savage never cared much when it came to hurting people. Even then, he and Maul fought and played rough so injury was always likely and it was usually him. He accepted it as the way that things were, so it was very foreign to him that someone would be so concerned about hurting random strangers.
He had an easy grasp about hurting those he cared about; he had seen the consequences of a lack of control when it came to Feral's life. It was a wound he carried silently, but he also understood that there was no scenario in which his younger brother survived either. The Nightsister despised weakness and Feral was a roadblock to him being used as a tool elsewhere.]
In that form, your sense of smell was so powerful. Can you not surround yourself with the scent of those you care for to force a sense of familiarity on your wolf brain? [He might not have recognized Maul as kin in that form, but there had been an odd familiarity to the scents of the house before he fled to roam the night.] Or is your control so lacking that imprinting smells won't help steer you away from those you care about?
[He might be angry about the whole attack in the park, but he wasn't nearly as vengeful as his brother. He could still have a conversation he realized. That was odd. He supposed her agony over what had happened helped assuage his bruised feelings.]
You died. Rampages tend to end with death in this place. So you are no better than when you started.
[Their different views on violence feels as strange to her as it likely does him, even though she's known him more than long enough to grow accustomed to the idea that there are significant differences between their cultures that sometimes become glaringly obvious.]
I mean. It's easier here, in some ways. It's different. I'm still me when at home I wouldn't be, I don't think. It's just... it's confusing sometimes, because my senses are really different when I'm wolfy, and kind of overwhelming. It's kind of like...
[She pauses, trying to come up with the right analogy to describe it, but it's difficult. Wolfwalking is a far different scenario than she ever thought she would find herself in.]
It's kind of like being in a crowded room, and everyone's talking all at once, so it's really hard to hear what anyone is really saying. Kind of like, information overload, I guess? Besides, you said it yourself - there's always a risk of what little control we have in this place being stolen away from us.
[She dips her head when he says she's no better off than she was before, and lets out a sigh.]
Yeah. I know. If anything, it just made things worse. I died, the house got burned down. Ozpin was killed. Faith was killed. I got shot. And there's no telling who else is going to come knocking, looking for a piece of the vengeance pie.
[It seemed that things were always different from their own worlds to some of the situations that they found themselves in here. It was probably for the best, since they were a relatively small group (when compared to the galaxy) and seemed to suffer as much here as they would on Dathomir. Perhaps some wheren't used to the constant suffering and the risk and reward choices that had to come with it.]
So you do the best you can with the overwhelming stimulus but live in fear while in your human form.
[It sounded like she should just lock herself up somewhere every night and pace the room. There would likely be just as many other consequences to the suggestion though. So he mulled it over rather than speaking it aloud.]
Revenge is a common symptoms of wrongs. You'll have to endure or you'll have to fight back. Your choice on where you stand.
[He could already tell where she stood. When she wasn't killing him with his own weapons, she was one of the nicer humans that he had met.]
Yeah. Well. Sort of, I guess. I mean, I thought I had a solution for it, so way less fear. Now... I don't know. I mean, I lived with it for, like, six months before Maul killed me and no one got hurt. I guess I'll figure it out again.
[She had tried after Maul had threatened her, to just stay in, but it was too easy to become restless and the urge to get out had become overwhelming. She had already considered locking herself in her room, but all it would have taken would be one mistake for her to get loose.
She nods as he talks about revenge. It wasn't completely unexpected, of course, that some would come after her for the things she had done.]
Yeah. I guess you're right about that. Just... this whole thing was my fault. It shouldn't come back on my friends too.
You should have bitten my brother. He could have experienced the freedom of a wolf for a night. It was quite invigorating when I endured it.
[Of course, he thought his brother might not enjoy it as much, since he couldn't guarantee that those mechanical legs would make the transition over and that would have been a misery. He'd have to run around carrying his brother around in wolf form. He would have done that.
He can be heard shrugging his shoulders.]
Those that are closest to us provide most opportunity for pain. When they are blinded by emotion to strike back, they are weaker and easier to take down sometimes.
Ohhh, no. I'm pretty sure biting Maul would cause all kinds of problems. I didn't want him to find out about the whole wolfwalking thing in the first place, but the cat's long out of the bag on that one.
[Thanks to that cult of his. It still worries her a little bit - she is well aware that she is vulnerable away from her human body. It's only part of the reason why she doesn't stray far these days when she sleeps.
She smiles a little, though, and the admission comes out a little quiet, and a little shy.]
It was nice to have company for a night, though.
[The smile fades at the explanation of the strategy of going after loved ones.]
Yeah... I get it. It doesn't mean I have to like it.
Not as many problems as you would expect, but it's your transformation ability. You can do with it as you want.
[His brother had plenty of people that wanted to be around and find all sorts of information about people that might be useful. He had no doubt that minions were lurking around every corner sometimes, and he'd only had to put one through a wall once to get the point across that he was not Maul, and he had no interest in being 'worshipped'.
He made a noise in his throat, recalling what it was to be a wolf, to hunt with a greatest purity than even he was used to.]
No doubt you would have better closer people to run with than me.
[He made a noise of acknowledgement.]
It isn't something my village does, but many species do. You'll have to learn to guard yourself against it.
Even if it's just for a night, I don't want to be going around and biting people. I'm pretty sure if I bit your brother, he'd take it really personally, and there's been more than enough death lately.
Out of all the people I could've bitten, I think you were probably embraced it more than anyone else would have. You actually had a good time - which, okay, yeah, bit of a surprise, but also kind of... Not? Given, you know. You. The night I bit you... was a bad night, to say the least. I was so worried it was going to be permanent - like what happened to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm still glad it wasn't. I don't want to pass this onto anyone else, but if it was, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad, especially since you seemed to kind of like it?
[She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She's been taking steps to make sure the people she cares about don't face any further retribution from those who are angry with her, including, in part, her break up with Tara.]
Hmmm, Zabrak are known for biting, so he might not mind as much as you think. Though, on principle, he might take offense.
[His brother could become cranky with those who had crossed him in the past after all, and Willow was definitely not one of his brother's favourite people. Right now, he didn't consider her one of his favourite people either, but he saw no reason to refuse to talk to her.
He was reminded of the time that he had had as a four-legged furry beast. It had been enjoyable as much as it was confusing.]
It was a freeing night to be on paws and run like that. The simplicity of the hunt. My sense of smell was so much stronger. [He wouldn't mind another adventure like that either, though right now he wouldn't admit it.]
That's all you can do. If they continually get hurt, it's up to them to protect themselves as well.
I live - well, lived. In a house full of monster hunters and magic users. They're pretty good at protecting themselves already, but I don't think anyone expected anyone to attack our house. I already plan to take steps to keep it from happening again.
[Mostly through magic. She supposes most of those who know her in Trench outside of those she's closest to believes that she's lost her use of magic again once her corruption problem had been resolved.
Vyng has been more than helpful.]
I'm glad you had a good night. That you didn't see it as a curse. I'm still glad, though, I didn't do any permanent harm.
That's your ally's first mistake. If you have a base of operation, it is always under threat of attack if the location is known. And Trench has plenty of dangerous people. Best to fortify your defenses.
[It did seem to him that she and her allies had suffered greatly for their negligence. He and Maul had plenty of defenses around their house and so many dangerous animals that it was deterrent enough.]
I only had to heal the bite, and that was nothing I haven't had to do before.
Yeah, I think we'll be looking into that when we rebuild. I'm sure we'll figure it out. I mean, Remnant was a pretty dangerous world from what I know about it, so I'm sure the others know a lot about fortifying a house.
[She'll do her part too, to make sure nothing like this ever happens again.]
Well, I'm glad it wasn't anything more serious. It still feels a little like dodging a bullet, though.
There are many dangerous places in many worlds from what I have come to understand. It's arrogant to think any particular world makes you capable of defending against everything that might come from a place that you've never seen. You have magic; you should use it.
[He knew she had been learning blood magic, and given what had killed him and how, he knew she had plenty of magic to utilize if she wanted to.]
Maybe to you. To me, it was the usual risk of daily life.
Well, probably not against everything, but if you live in a world where monsters are constantly trying to kill you, I'd guess you'd figure out pretty quick the best ways to keep that from happening.
[She already knows the Grimm are drawn in by negative emotions, and part of it keeping them at bay comes from learning to control your feelings, but Huntsmen and Huntresses are also quite capable of defending themselves. Then there's Salem, and the threat she presented to consider as well.]
I, um. Before the whole... corruption thing, I couldn't use my magic here. Just some blood magic. My own didn't work. Just caused nothing but headaches. We're still working on it.
The plants will kill you too. Dathomir wasn't much to look at, but it was my home. You learn to survive there... or you die.
[And when he had had more time and forgiven her for torturing his elder brother, he might even come over to the new place and fortify it. That would take time, but then again, it would take probably as much time for them to rebuild their burnt out house.]
Blood magic is magic. Use what you have, master it and crush your enemies with it.
Yeah... from what you've said before, it doesn't surprise me that everything there is constantly trying to kill you. I'm not sure about Remnant, but normal plants at home were usually pretty safe, aside from. You know. The poisonous ones and stuff. Anything cursed you had to be more careful of.
[She swallows a little when he encourages her to embrace the new magic and use it to crush her enemies.]
I don't really want to crush anyone, Savage. It doesn't solve anything. Especially not in a world like this where they just come back again anyway. If anything, me going around killing people made things way, way worse.
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Still, it's all she has.
In the early days of August, she reaches out to Savage, after the chaos of July has settled, and all that's left is to try to put the pieces back together after the fallout. She would have gone in person, but she's already died once, and come close a second time.
She doesn't really expect either of them to forgive her.]
Hey. Savage. I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get in touch. Things have been... Well, it doesn't matter. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. About you, and Maul, and everything. I didn't - I wasn't myself. I wasn't in my right head.
[She lets out a quiet sigh.]
I know it doesn't undo anything - it doesn't even make it better, but I still wanted you to know.
I really am sorry.
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So he was silent for a time as he considered her apology, aware that she hadn't been herself at the time. His brothers need for revenge influenced some of his own feelings on the matter, and forgiveness was not something Nightbrothers were known for either.
Then he issued a low growl from his throat.]
I was beginning to trust you. [Which was a huge statement coming from him, admitting what he felt openly to anyone.] Killing me was one thing, but torturing my brother is another. You drove him insane and nearly me as well for a time. [The emotional blood bond had messed him up badly.]
You have many allies and friends. Go back to them.
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Faith's words come echoing back to her from Luna's brush with beasthood.
You don't get to choose how people react to the things you did.
There doesn't seem much point in trying to explain what happened, so instead she just gives a small nod in understanding.]
I get it. I just... thought you deserved to know I didn't want any of this to happen. Don't worry. I won't bother you again.
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Her entire bearing was more what he was used to when compared to the encounter between her and Faith. So her life being turned upside down had obviously returned her to some sense of normalcy.]
I know you didn't.
[He'd give her that much. He'd seen corruption and felt his brother's insanity. He didn't believe she had been spared of either.]
Who cursed you?
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The acknowledgement that he knows she didn't want this to happen is something of a comfort.]
I - I don't think it was something someone did to me, so much as something that... happened, if that makes sense? I mean, John - that necromancer guy - he made it way worse. But at first, at least, he was trying to help. I asked him to help me find a way to stop turning into a wolf when I went to sleep.
[She sighs unhappily.]
After what I did to you - I didn't want to hurt anyone else. So much for that, huh?
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Why would you want to stop that? You are no more vulnerable in such a state.
[He should know, since she had turned him into one for a night. It had been an odd rare freedom to just exist after all, so he hadn't considered it much of a curse until he was trying to open doors.]
You made a bigger mess of things trying to end a small problem.
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Because I was afraid someone else would get hurt, or killed. I was scared of losing control. Especially after biting you.
[It comes out sounding a little bitter, especially since he's already pointed out he's well aware she's made things worse. The irony is not lost on her, and she realizes she should offer further explanation.]
Wolfwalking is kind of like werewolves at home a little bit. You get bit, it happens to you too, except it's just at the full moon and the two nights surrounding it. But when you turn, you don't remember anything. You're just... gone. So the monster that's actually you runs around at night, attacking people and sometimes killing them.
[So, exactly what happened in spite of her best efforts.]
If I knew what his 'cures' were doing, I would've stopped him.
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We aren't in control of much in this place. And it still can be stolen from us.
[Maybe he missed the point, which was likely. He understood he was much more cut and dry than most of the species that happened to be here, so subtleties often went right over his head.
Yet, when she explained a little more the experience that she endured, he did understand the horror of it and even could consider why it would be wise to remove the curse. He was still angry with her for what she had done to Maul, but he had calmed down enough to get harbor his resentment rather than strike out like his brother would.]
So you don't even get the benefit of learning from experiences and honing your skills. [Wrong track to take, but hey, he tried.] So his attempts to cure you pushed you into a state of corruption then? And you're still a wolf every night?
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She absolutely does find it a frightening prospect to not be in control of herself. Especially when there's such potential for the consequences to be so extreme.
The smile fades again, though, moments later as he continues. Ah. That's not exactly the point she was going for, but she's well aware Savage does not have the same inhibitions as she does when it comes to violence.]
Well... It's less about learning from it, and more having to be afraid of hurting people - of cursing them too. I mean, at home, I dated someone who was a werewolf, and three nights of the month, if he wasn't locked up, he would've killed me too. So you don't even recognize the people you love when you're... you know. Like that.
[She takes a deep breath. Had he heard that she had been killed? She's not sure, but she suspects he might not have. She's not sure if Maul knows either.]
He stopped it for a little while. After Faith... stopped me, though, and I came back, I'm just back to me again. Nightly four legged walkabouts and all.
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He had an easy grasp about hurting those he cared about; he had seen the consequences of a lack of control when it came to Feral's life. It was a wound he carried silently, but he also understood that there was no scenario in which his younger brother survived either. The Nightsister despised weakness and Feral was a roadblock to him being used as a tool elsewhere.]
In that form, your sense of smell was so powerful. Can you not surround yourself with the scent of those you care for to force a sense of familiarity on your wolf brain? [He might not have recognized Maul as kin in that form, but there had been an odd familiarity to the scents of the house before he fled to roam the night.] Or is your control so lacking that imprinting smells won't help steer you away from those you care about?
[He might be angry about the whole attack in the park, but he wasn't nearly as vengeful as his brother. He could still have a conversation he realized. That was odd. He supposed her agony over what had happened helped assuage his bruised feelings.]
You died. Rampages tend to end with death in this place. So you are no better than when you started.
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I mean. It's easier here, in some ways. It's different. I'm still me when at home I wouldn't be, I don't think. It's just... it's confusing sometimes, because my senses are really different when I'm wolfy, and kind of overwhelming. It's kind of like...
[She pauses, trying to come up with the right analogy to describe it, but it's difficult. Wolfwalking is a far different scenario than she ever thought she would find herself in.]
It's kind of like being in a crowded room, and everyone's talking all at once, so it's really hard to hear what anyone is really saying. Kind of like, information overload, I guess? Besides, you said it yourself - there's always a risk of what little control we have in this place being stolen away from us.
[She dips her head when he says she's no better off than she was before, and lets out a sigh.]
Yeah. I know. If anything, it just made things worse. I died, the house got burned down. Ozpin was killed. Faith was killed. I got shot. And there's no telling who else is going to come knocking, looking for a piece of the vengeance pie.
Apologies for the delay! I didn't get the notif from dw
So you do the best you can with the overwhelming stimulus but live in fear while in your human form.
[It sounded like she should just lock herself up somewhere every night and pace the room. There would likely be just as many other consequences to the suggestion though. So he mulled it over rather than speaking it aloud.]
Revenge is a common symptoms of wrongs. You'll have to endure or you'll have to fight back. Your choice on where you stand.
[He could already tell where she stood. When she wasn't killing him with his own weapons, she was one of the nicer humans that he had met.]
All good! August kind of got away from me anyway
[She had tried after Maul had threatened her, to just stay in, but it was too easy to become restless and the urge to get out had become overwhelming. She had already considered locking herself in her room, but all it would have taken would be one mistake for her to get loose.
She nods as he talks about revenge. It wasn't completely unexpected, of course, that some would come after her for the things she had done.]
Yeah. I guess you're right about that. Just... this whole thing was my fault. It shouldn't come back on my friends too.
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[Of course, he thought his brother might not enjoy it as much, since he couldn't guarantee that those mechanical legs would make the transition over and that would have been a misery. He'd have to run around carrying his brother around in wolf form. He would have done that.
He can be heard shrugging his shoulders.]
Those that are closest to us provide most opportunity for pain. When they are blinded by emotion to strike back, they are weaker and easier to take down sometimes.
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[Thanks to that cult of his. It still worries her a little bit - she is well aware that she is vulnerable away from her human body. It's only part of the reason why she doesn't stray far these days when she sleeps.
She smiles a little, though, and the admission comes out a little quiet, and a little shy.]
It was nice to have company for a night, though.
[The smile fades at the explanation of the strategy of going after loved ones.]
Yeah... I get it. It doesn't mean I have to like it.
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[His brother had plenty of people that wanted to be around and find all sorts of information about people that might be useful. He had no doubt that minions were lurking around every corner sometimes, and he'd only had to put one through a wall once to get the point across that he was not Maul, and he had no interest in being 'worshipped'.
He made a noise in his throat, recalling what it was to be a wolf, to hunt with a greatest purity than even he was used to.]
No doubt you would have better closer people to run with than me.
[He made a noise of acknowledgement.]
It isn't something my village does, but many species do. You'll have to learn to guard yourself against it.
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Out of all the people I could've bitten, I think you were probably embraced it more than anyone else would have. You actually had a good time - which, okay, yeah, bit of a surprise, but also kind of... Not? Given, you know. You. The night I bit you... was a bad night, to say the least. I was so worried it was going to be permanent - like what happened to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm still glad it wasn't. I don't want to pass this onto anyone else, but if it was, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad, especially since you seemed to kind of like it?
[She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She's been taking steps to make sure the people she cares about don't face any further retribution from those who are angry with her, including, in part, her break up with Tara.]
Yeah... I've been working on it.
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[His brother could become cranky with those who had crossed him in the past after all, and Willow was definitely not one of his brother's favourite people. Right now, he didn't consider her one of his favourite people either, but he saw no reason to refuse to talk to her.
He was reminded of the time that he had had as a four-legged furry beast. It had been enjoyable as much as it was confusing.]
It was a freeing night to be on paws and run like that. The simplicity of the hunt. My sense of smell was so much stronger. [He wouldn't mind another adventure like that either, though right now he wouldn't admit it.]
That's all you can do. If they continually get hurt, it's up to them to protect themselves as well.
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[Mostly through magic. She supposes most of those who know her in Trench outside of those she's closest to believes that she's lost her use of magic again once her corruption problem had been resolved.
Vyng has been more than helpful.]
I'm glad you had a good night. That you didn't see it as a curse. I'm still glad, though, I didn't do any permanent harm.
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[It did seem to him that she and her allies had suffered greatly for their negligence. He and Maul had plenty of defenses around their house and so many dangerous animals that it was deterrent enough.]
I only had to heal the bite, and that was nothing I haven't had to do before.
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[She'll do her part too, to make sure nothing like this ever happens again.]
Well, I'm glad it wasn't anything more serious. It still feels a little like dodging a bullet, though.
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[He knew she had been learning blood magic, and given what had killed him and how, he knew she had plenty of magic to utilize if she wanted to.]
Maybe to you. To me, it was the usual risk of daily life.
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[She already knows the Grimm are drawn in by negative emotions, and part of it keeping them at bay comes from learning to control your feelings, but Huntsmen and Huntresses are also quite capable of defending themselves. Then there's Salem, and the threat she presented to consider as well.]
I, um. Before the whole... corruption thing, I couldn't use my magic here. Just some blood magic. My own didn't work. Just caused nothing but headaches. We're still working on it.
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[And when he had had more time and forgiven her for torturing his elder brother, he might even come over to the new place and fortify it. That would take time, but then again, it would take probably as much time for them to rebuild their burnt out house.]
Blood magic is magic. Use what you have, master it and crush your enemies with it.
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[She swallows a little when he encourages her to embrace the new magic and use it to crush her enemies.]
I don't really want to crush anyone, Savage. It doesn't solve anything. Especially not in a world like this where they just come back again anyway. If anything, me going around killing people made things way, way worse.
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