OLD . DAYS

[Light]

He lifts up his shirt shakily; the scab had stretched near the spine, and was an angry red. The healing process seemed to have slowed down back to normal once the cover was formed, and was vulnerable.

[CrimsonMoon]

She sighs and frowns, hugging him suddeny very tightly," Oh... No Name..." She mumbles and sniffles, cool water flowing from the gills o her sides

[Light]

"Wha--?" he falls still, closing his eyes, "Something wrong? I don't have anything unnatural growing on my back, do I?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Nu-huh... I'm just sad you have to go through this," she whispers, sniffling and rubbing her face between his shoulders

[Light]

He turns his head slightly to look at her before casting his eyes back down, "Yeah... It'll get better though."

[CrimsonMoon]

(I always check my bookmarks a couple seconds after you post @3@ it's like we're conencted psycichly!!!!)

She huffs and pulls away, sliding her tunic over her head and ripping some moss off a nearby tree, she washes in the urrent for a few seconds efore placing it against the bruise,"... I hope."

[Light]

(:3 I is glad you feel the same way lol)

No Name makes a small noise of protest, his shoulders tensing up, "That stuff feels weird," shivering again, he rubs his hands up and down his arms.

[CrimsonMoon]

" It'll help draw out the bad things," she huffs, sliding his shirt over his head

[Light]

He sighs at her, "If you say so... still feels creepy," he looks back across the river to the other side before sniffing, "So does this place now... can we go?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yeah, come on, No Name," she smiles and skips ahead, stumbling slightly

[Light]

He puts a hand on her back to steady her, and then grabs her hand gently, "Come on, if we hold hands, you won't be as likely to fall,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" It feels weird walking on hard land," she mumbled, squeezing his hand tightly and chewing her lip

[Light]

"Just take small steps," he advises, his gaze pointed down to her feet to watch her footing. "You'll get used to it,"

[CrimsonMoon]

She sniffs and mumbles," Sorry," watching her feet carefully as they slowly make their way toward the huts

[Light]

"It's okay," No Name looks around as they reach the huts, "Are fish spirits not common...?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Nu-huh, I'm the only one right now... The last one died when I was a kid cuz he was Hunted," she chirps and enters one dark hut that smelled familiar. She pulls him quietly around the large snoring bulk in the middle of the hut and to a low bed-like nest. The frame was less than three inches off the ground but looked like an honest to god bed. She crawls into the sheets, pulling him," Sleep now.."

[Light]

He opens his mouth to ask another question, but snaps it shut as he crawls onto the bed, "Goodnight..."

[CrimsonMoon]

She curled up next to him and fell asleep quickly, humming.

-T I M E . S K I P-

Laughing awoke him, soft laughing outside of the hut and quiet voice twittering... And the sweet smell of meat.

[Light]

He sits up, his hair sticking up in multiple ways. His mouth parts in a yawn, and he rubs his bleary eyes before looking around, "...?"

[CrimsonMoon]

"... The next Hunt."

" How have they heard already?"

" I dunno, but... But I'm kinda excited-!"

It was clearly a group of young woman