☠ ㎡ ∆ ∂ . ₮ ∑ ∆ . ㄕ∆Я₮ㄚ ☠ (DW)

[CrimsonMoon]

" They were scared of me... Cuz i was scared of them, cuz i was different.." Her voice rises into a soft song," So that dark room... I couldnt breath... But i broke out... But when i broke out.. My hand were covered in blood... So they tried to kill me... So i killed the baby first... Then the other hildren... Then the women... Then the men..."

[deepwallow]

Trevor opened his mouth to speak, but another voice beat him to it, chuckling.

"Dead Dead dead, then!
How alike we are!
You burnt them all to a crisp
and mine made not a sound!"

Came a sing-song voice as Trevor looked up and spotted Grog, hanging upside down in the shadows of the trees with a dark and eerie bloody grin that went from ear to ear.

[CrimsonMoon]

She frowns but stays quiet, hiding her face in his sleeve," This is a amd mad mad place..."

[deepwallow]

Trevor nodded and smoothed out he hair hole glaring at the madly giggling Grog, who swung away in the shadows like some devilish imp

[CrimsonMoon]

She smiles softly and pats Trevors bead," Might be because of the ring!!"

[deepwallow]

"What ring?" He asked, looking at her sharply

[CrimsonMoon]

"... MY ring," she chirps, and sings," the one that freed me and taught me to sing!"

[deepwallow]

"Your ring? How did the ring teach you to sing?" He question

[CrimsonMoon]

" It talks, just a bit, but it talks to me..." She whispers and smiles, looking at the sky," Well! We should go to sleep!!"

[deepwallow]

Trevor blinked and looked to the sky. "Yes... I suppose so. I'll need to get up though." He pointed out since she was sitting on him

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oh yeah!" She rolls off with a small laugh

[deepwallow]

Trevor got up and nodded to her. "I'll need to get Grog. You can head to the camp if you want. I won't be long" he promised

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ok!" She chirps, seeming to have forgotten all about their conversation before

[deepwallow]

Trevor nods and heads out.

-later-

Trevor finished attaching Grog to the tree once more and quickly stepped out of range. Grog was too busy eating his stew to care and attack his brother as Trevor went into his tent to change, eat, and then go to bed

[CrimsonMoon]

When he entered, Rust was already curled up on his cot, blinking at him

[deepwallow]

Trevor started with surprise, he had completely forgotten. His face flushed with color. "Oh, hello Rusty." He managed

[CrimsonMoon]

She yawns and glances at him," Hi!"

[deepwallow]

Trevor shook his rad and chuckled as he changed quickly into sleeping cloths and ate his own stew, feeling a little embaressed at having a girl in his tent

[CrimsonMoon]

She burrows under his blankets and hums," Been awhile..."

[deepwallow]

Trevor glanced at her. "Since what?" He asked