sapphirefang | Entry #1

[She glances around, baring her teeth. She isn't used to the scent of this place. Honestly, she doesn't even know where she is. She searches the room but there's nothing that gives her a clue. She spots a journal on the table next to her bed and flips it open curiously. The pages are unfamiliar, although she recognizes what it is meant for. There are buttons and she presses one to see what will happen. Her voice is low and lilting with an odd roughness to it.]

This is different from the journals I've seen. I'm not sure what it is. I can feel in my bones that the pack isn't here. It feels horrible. I've lost so many families.

[She lets out a low whine and sighs.]

But I suppose I'll have to deal with it. Pain is temporary and when your habitat changes, you have to adapt or die. I've gotten through it before and I will again. I'll scour every inch of this place and memorize it head to toe. I will know every rock and tree and blade of grass. It's hunt or be hunted; kill or be killed.

[There was a moment of silence before she spoke again.]

This is a game I intend to win.

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Y-You don't-- have to... k-kill anybody, th-though, I--

[Xanth is a little bit unnerved here!]

I-I think-- maybe... teamwork, w-would work-- better?

Wow, you have to be the most reasonable person who has shown up here.

I never said I would kill. Although, if it comes to that I have no qualms.

Teamwork can work but only if there is a strong leader.

[Kill or be killed. Well, that was surely a sentiment that rang quite a number of familiar bells. Not that Albel was willing to admit, be that as it may.]

You really think it'll be that easy for a mere child such as yourself? Heh. Give me a rest.

Thanks. You're obviously sensible.

[Faolan's face scrunched up in a mixture of fury and amusement.]

Child?
I stopped being a child long ago.

O-Oh.

[So, a self-defense kind of thing, or killing by necessity. With a pang of guilt, Xanth remembers.

Yeah, he understands.]

W-Well-- w-we just--

Even if we don't... h-have a -- a leader, f-fighting a-amongst ourselves i-isn't-- it's not g-going to help.

Well, that's not my problem if someone fucks with me, is it?
They get what they asked for- no more, no less.
And what are we helping, anyways?

W-- wait, did, d-did you read the-- th-the thing? I-In your journal, there's-- there's a not, a-about why you're here, a-about... what happened.

I must have missed it.

[She sighs and flips a page. Sure enough, there is a note. It's a bit strange but she has no trouble believing it under the circumstances. It doesn't matter much to her. It's just another day.]

Ah, that explains a lot. Well, still don't see why teamwork is needed but whatever. I'll allow you your sappy daydreams. Whatever gets you through the night.

Is that so? Well, then.

[His tone, no doubt, is laced with an sneer of acrimony and sarcasm that could rival any sort of backlash. If only this girl had any idea how many times he's been subject to the same self-licensing declaration. If only.]

Congratulations, you're the first person to notice, too.

[Unbeknownst to him, Faolan grinned.]

Ah yes. Believe what you want, dear. I'll still love you all the same.

[She made sure her voice was as unstable as possible (which wasn't hard) and cold as an ice storm.]

Ah, their loss. But most often don't see what they can't understand.

Exactly.

[Unless we're talkin' magic because she just can't get over how magical magic is.]

Kloe Bishop.

[Out of all things to say--]

Don't call me dear, worm -- lest you learn to regret it. I'm not your plaything.

[That much is automatic. Were all brats such as insufferable?]

Hey, hi! It's super great that you're, uh... adapting. Already!

[What a very unexpected twist!]

What's your name?

[She smiled. Someone who understood her.]

Faolan- no last name.

[Faolan let out a raucous gale of laughter.]

Well, love, it seems as though you're becoming one.

kiiliing'2 not a2 u2eful here a2 iit ii2 el2where.

Hi. Thank you. I'm used to adapting to new places.

[Were they being nice because they were nice or did they have a secret agenda?]

What's YOURS?

[In a stage whisper, she answered, "Faolan."]

Oh?

[She quirked an eyebrow.]

And why is that?

people ju2t come back here.

*Also there's the whole punishment thing.*

Well, I suppose then it will be a waste of effort.

[She lets out a small, exasperated sigh.]

Hopefully nothing will happen.
And it makes sense there would be a price.

Do you take that as jest? I'm not joking, brat.

[He switches to video. Admonishing a faceless voice was not how he did business.

And it showed -- the expression painted upon his face is one loaded in danger.]

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