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Markus looked toward the town in horror, "Damn it! We're going to have to turn around and find another way." He grabbed the man by the back of his neck and dragged him along as they found a safe place to stay. He tossed the man gently to the ground, not wanting to be overly harsh in front of Castitas. "We're going to have to stay here, it's already late, so I'll set up the campfire," He looked at the priestess, "If you would, could you set up bed rolls and the food?" Then he looked at the man, "And you, just stay there and don't move." And with that Markus when to work on a campfire.
A few minutes after Vixen had fallen asleep, Maktane slowly dozed off into a peaceful sleep.
Markus shot a glare at the man as he glanced back at the two. He knew it was difficult for Castitas to watch the man in his current state, but it was for her safety, even though she probably couldn't see that. He felt bad to but her through this, but he had to. "The town right on the boarder of the wastelands if I recall correctly." He looked over at the priestess and sighed, gently squeezing her hand and whispered to her, "It'll be okay, I know it seems like I'm being harsh, but we don't know anything about this man."
Felix surveyed the area, "I can't be sure, but I'll be ready if there is." He looked over at Victoria and smiled slightly, patting her head, "It'll be okay, I'll be here to protect you." He looked around once more, then relaxed a bit, going back to building the fire. When he was done he sat next to the campfire staring into the fiery glow. He thought back to when he was little, when things weren't as bad as they were now. His father use to be nice, his mother would always be there to cheer him up. He sighed, leaning back a little and stared into the sky, watching the falling sun.
Markus sighed in irritation, "Alright, let's move. You," He pointed to the man, "You are walking in the front so I can keep my eye on you." He gathers his stuff and stands close to Castitas, waiting for everyone to get ready.
Markus sighed looking at Castitas, he glanced at the man and pulled the priestess to the side, to speak to her in private, "Look, I know you want to help this man, but I don't trust him. That wound you healed was not there before, I know I couldn't have missed it." He sighed knowing that no matter what he said the young girl would win. "Alright fine, but I'm going to keep an eye on him. The exact moment he does something I don't like, he gets left behind." His expression became slightly firm, "That is the only way that man is traveling with us... Okay?" He placed a hand on her shoulder and his face had a softer look to it, "I know it sound harsh, but I'm worried. We don't know if he is telling the truth or not..... I just don't want anything bad to happen."
PajkaNight said
Absinthe looks at Victor's artwork. "Wow, that is so neat!" She gets up from her seat to walk over to him. "You are now my favourite artist!" She hugs him, marvelling at his masterpiece.
Victor blushed as she hugged him, "Thanks." He smiled knowing that at least someone liked it. He was surprised that his alternate personality hadn't said anything about the painting, which made him worry.
Markus eyed the man suspiciously, how did that wound appear? He didn't see a wound there before. He sighed shaking his head slightly, the knight didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like it one bit. Then the man started getting flirtatious with the priestess, Markus wanted nothing but to beat the man senseless, but he knew Castitas would not approve. "Alright, can we quit the flirtation? We need to get this man some shelter. We cannot help him further." The knight wanted this man to be far away from him and the young priestess, he didn't like him and not just because he was getting touchy with Castitas, this man gave Markus an uneasy feeling, but he didn't know why.
Victor painted like a mad man, honestly he didn't know what he was painting, he just let his hand do the work. When he was done he looked over his masterpiece. The painting was of a man who was grotesquely being ripped apart by a large panther. The panther's skeletal structure was human and it had a slim muscular build. Most of the paints he used were dark and heavy colours, which made the piece emanate a creepy and horrific atmosphere. Victor was shocked as he looked upon the painting, the amount of detail he put is was over the top making it very gory and sadistic, but also the painting it's self. It seemed to represent the conflict he has with his alternate personality and he didn't like the fact that the human part of him seemed to be losing... scratch that, he seemed to be getting demolished. He sat quietly staring at the painting, feeling uneasy.
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