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Jacquelyn kneels by her hearth and starts a fire. The fae (though noticably more of them than before) settle around the room, sleeping on the candle sconces. She pats her dog on the head, and it stretches, shedding its disguise. Quickly, she rushes to her window and seals the curtains. She turns and glares at her hellhound, who yawns in return. She rolls her eyes in response, drops her cloak in an armchair, and unlaces her long leather boots, frowning at the dirt line on her thigh. She changes into sleepwear and settles on her bed under a pile of blankets, joined shortly thereafter by the hound.
I have no problem stopping for the night? It's 0100 where I am, so it'd probably be smart to.
Llewellyn scoffs at Cass. "My mouth wasn't open, asshole."
He nods at the teen, following him. He takes in the camp with wide pale green eyes. Lyn smiles at the girl, ears reddening, and takes the pocky. He pales slightly at her outburst.
"So, uh, I didn't catch either of your names? I'm Llewellyn Baines. I'm from Watertown."
They won't all be novels, I promise. I always take too long on first posts, but the following ones should be normal-length.
"Cass, I need to know where you're taking me, dude. Today's already been weird enough."
"Just up the hill! It's about ten minutes." The cervitaur points with her left hand, a long wooden staff in her right.
"You didn't answer my question. Where are we going?"
"Aaaahhhh, chill out. You're too serious." She pauses. "It's a camp for people like you."
"A camp for -- what, a fucking cult? You're taking me to a cult?" Incredulous, he stops.
The protector turns around, visibly nervous for the first time that day. "No, it's like," she struggles for the words. "It's like a mix between a summer camp and a --"
"A fucking cult," He offers.
"A shelter, I don't know. Just come on. I don't think we've been followed, but I'm not sure."
He rolls his eyes and follows her, taking a moment to recall the previous events: the earthquake at his high school, the eerie, skeletal men dressed in ancient armor, his mother --
His mother.
He shivers.
As they crest a hill, Cassidy waves to something, the movement catching his eye. He arches a brow.
"Uh, nothing there, Cass. Do we need to take a breather? We can -- oh, holy shit. What in the world?"
Like a loading glitch in a video game, they pass a tree, and an entire camp appears. He sees strawberry fields, an immense climbing wall, an arena, a picnic area, cabins, and more. He sees the person she was waving to -- a goth teen with a sword on his waist. Cassidy seems smug.
"Lyn, your jaw dropped. Might want to pick it up. Let's go meet your new campmates!"
I'll post in a minute! I'm just super slow at intro posts. I'll have it up soon!
Sadie's just like "weird flex but o k" asjdjsjsk
Jacquelyn sweeps through the streets, fae trailing after her -- one green, one yellow, and one lilac. They take turns floating around her horns, tugging on the jewelry wrapped around them. One flies too close to the dog trotting behind the woman, and it snaps at it, barely missing. Perturbed, they settle on her shoulders.
She arrives at her destination on the other side of town -- an old tavern. Jacquelyn greets the owner, setting the bag of game she's holding onto the counter. After a look inside, her passes her a few coins. Her brow arches at two of them- bright gold, and definitely from out of town. He shrugs.
"Newcomer, last night. Heard 'im say somethin' about leprosy"
She looks back down at the coin in her hand, suddenly thankful for her glove. "Uh, leprechaun?"
"Yeah, that."
She laughs. "Alright, alright. I'll see you later."
The three sprites fluttering down onto her upon her exit, and she begins walking to her cottage on the edge of the forest.
Name: Jacquelyn
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Tiefling
Appearance:

Were she not cursed, she would resemble other half-elves (her mother is a human, her father an elf). She does have pointed, emotive ears, and the tip of her tail is shaped like an upside-down heart.
Bio: Jacquelyn is a Tiefling, not a half-demon -- she was cursed by her mother’s demonic patron to resemble him, rather than actually being hellspawn. Most creatures, intelligent or otherwise, can’t tell the difference, unless they can see her aura. As such, she is able to tame infernal or fire beasts, but is discriminated against heavily in towns. She was recently run out of her last home, and is traveling with a hellhounds that is disguised as a Staffordshire terrier. She speaks with a heavy accent.
Other: She likes birds. Small fae like pixies or sprites can read her aura, and follow her around.

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