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Finally, crossed Candide's mind.  His rolling eyes gave this away.  Luckily, he wasn't facing anyone essential so nothing was given away.  Getting an Apostle and a crate of real food in one day was just enough of a treat to get Candide humming a tune.  The uplifting rhythm had him quickly noticing smiles popping up.  Yes, yes- nothing to see here.  It was a wonderful day, nothing to worry about.  The young Apostle was dismissed and they could get on their way.  As much as Candide would have liked to know what those Apostle's were discussing- it was going to be a pointless thing soon.  Hopefully, Candide would have the time to sing to Damaris.  His song wasn't strong on Apostle's, but he always wanted to try singing at a frequency that broke their weapons.  He wasn't sure he could do it- but he sure as hell wanted to play more with the ability to find out.  Worse came to worse he'd sing Damaris a nice lullaby and into a coma.  The Beasts could eat him alive.  That or he'd sing for him to become paranoid and attack his fellow Apostles at the Fortress.  Mutiny- now that would be a treat to witness.

 

"Walk with me stranger into the forest, there is a sunny, stone path.  Dried riverbeds, severed heads, everything a forest hides.  Clouds of white, people frozen with fright, what a strange path to follow for men..."

 

Candide's musings, while they walked along, wasn't the most- cheerful.  Having a macabre tune in the air with such a calm tone was still at least slightly soothing.

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Aspen locked eyes with Damaris for a few, tense seconds, her expression both stern and worried. Finally, she relented. There was no swaying Damaris, and there was no need for two causalities. The glasses on Damaris's nose dissolved into mere vapor, as if they had never existed to begin with. Instead, her gaze shifted to the man who spoke to belittle her. She matched his gaze evenly (which, admittedly, was easier without her sight), her lip curling up slightly. She didn't often meet doubters, let alone outright critics. But she was a tough girl, and already knew not to let these strangers upset her more than they have. 

 

"My age is none of your concern, as you are an adult and shouldn't be so interested in the age of young girls." She replied curtly. 

 

She was silent as Damaris pulled her aside to speak, her doubt and displeasure obvious on her face. He was going to get himself killed, following those men. Sonya wasn't this soft. She would've trusted her judgement. It was only when Damaris ruffled her hair and moved to leave did she speak. 

 

"I'm taking your bunk when you die." With that, she turned and darted off. There was a lot to report, and she couldn't argue with a soon-to-be corpse any longer than she already had. 

 

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Magnes hesitated, swiping his tongue across his lips to clean the blood from his mouth. Of course he wanted to eat something fresh. Beasts, they didn't fill the void. He only tasted fresh, living creatures once in a while, and it was bliss. The small birds that flitted about where his only taste of living, and for a little while, it made him feel...whole. He could only imagine what it was like to eat Man. "I suppose...But I am not terribly violent, friend. You know that." Even though he was capable of fighting, Magnes was a little too smart to outright murder without remorse. The Disciples were people, once. What if all humans were that nice and sociable? It made him feel bad. 

 

Movement, familiar and exciting, caused the Harpy's feathered ears to shoot up. Rising from his crouching position, his wings flared open. "We will speak later, no?" With a rush of air, Magnes fluttered to the mouth of the forest. 

 

A loud rustle in the trees above the small group, and Magnes eagerly perched. It wasn't long, however, until he was hopping to another branch. Everybody was home! And they brought a guest! How exciting!

"Hello Candide! Hello Julius! Hello-Oh dear, what has become of Cyrus?" He tilted his head at the unconscious Disciple, eyebrows drawn together in concern. He perked up quickly, however. "I flew to the castle to visit you but you were not there!" He leaned down from his perch, wings spread wide to balance himself. With his long tail feathers and stunning colors, he really was an incredible sight. It was rare to see an intelligent Beast, let alone one that was so well put together. Smiling broadly, Magnes hopped down from the trees. He landed in a rush of air and dirt, his large wings sweeping on the ground. 

 

"Who is the newcomer? I never see new faces!" 

 

 

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"Oh, I didn't mean any harm by it," Julius replied, raising his hands to show he meant no harm when the older of the two confronted him on his question. "I was just surprised, that's all." That was the truth, of course. All the Apostles he had encountered-and quickly killed-were older. Adults, at least, but sometimes middle aged. Once he had even found a nice, old man who had given him a run for his money when the man had produced a gun and started shooting at the Beasts around him. He had almost gotten away too before Julius had recovered from his surprise and managed to slide a pebble into one of his arteries. He didn't last too long after that. 

 

But still, seeing such a tiny girl summon a weapon was adorable. Beyond that, she was plucky. At her biting comment, Julius chuckled and shook his head. Right, twelve then. The Lord sure was picking her soldiers young, wasn't she? But she had apparently given up, and was walking away, letting them lead the Apostle towards the woods. Everything was going well. They could get back home, let Cyrus sleep in a bed, and decide if they wanted to just kill this Apostle, or maybe lock him up in their dungeon for a bit. There were so many choices and all they had to do was make ho-

 

"Oh my god," Julius whispered as Magnes appeared above them, practically yelling out his existence for the entire world to see. God, he could have sworn Magnes was one of the intelligent Beasts. Nothing today could just be easy, could it? Everything had to be a challenge. "Candide, do you wanna take this one?" Because at this point, he was only half a second from whistling for Noodles and finishing the job.

 

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Sonya sipped a cup of lukewarm coffee that had somehow ended up on her desk. Someone at some point had probably come in to try to talk to her or just to shove some more papers in her face, but she couldn't remember exactly when. Oh well, it was in her mug and it was the way she liked it, so who really cared? 

 

That training hall mess had been a nightmare, but by now everyone would hopefully be recovered. With no immediate struggles nearby, she was left to examine reports from places farther away. Of course, they weren't the only stronghold of Apostles, but sometimes persistent encounters required looking into, and Apostles were sent away on longer trips to dispose of Beasts farther away. 

 

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Just like that, his help had suddenly vanished. Oh well. Varian managed to get his orders in order fairly quickly, and was only behind schedule by a few minutes. He only needed a few more deliveries, then he could make it back home and reassure his parents he hadn't been hurt. Hopefully that girl was alright. She had seemed rather shaken up, but when he had turned around suddenly she had vanished into the crowded market. 

 

Turning back to his task, he hurried down the street, balancing the few remaining boxes in front of him as he wiggled through the crowds. 

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Keeping his eyes on the path to avoid bumps, Candide didn't notice the watching eyes following them, much less their resident harpy.  Of course, seeing Magnes was a bit compromising- especially with their names spilling from his lips.  And the part about the castle.  Way to go.  He was just excited though.  The Disciples didn't dip out of the castle for any old whim.  Had to protect themselves.  Wouldn't want to injure the Baron by dying.  Naturally, a god such as he would recover, but being a hindrance to him was not something Candide enjoyed the idea of.  For the time being Candide would just roll with this.  Wasn't like the Apostle would act immediately.  The shock was likely to be freezing him at least for a few moments.  Enough time to halt steps, go over to him, and rest a hand on his back.  If something went rotten- like the Apostle trying to summon their weapon, Candide at least had a close angle to break it if need be.  Would make it a lot safer a trip for them too... hm. 

 

Eh- better safe than sorry.  As Julius said something Candide didn't quite catch, the Disciple chopped the Apostle's neck with a hand over a convenient pressure point.  Sure helped to know the body well.  Parents were particular about self-defense and that business.  Said things like, "Beasts aren't the only monsters out there."  To which he used to reply, "Yes.  The Apostles are out there too."  This snark died with the conversations he was able to have with those- relatives.  No telling if they were alive still.  Long separated.  They probably thought him dead- or still wandering looking for that calling he couldn't grasp.  Wanderlust was in many but indulged by few.  The world was too dangerous to indulge in those things.

 

"What were you saying?" Candide asked Julius, extending an arm so the Apostle didn't fall to the dirt.  He would have been annoying to drag over.  Easier to just carry.  He could go in the cart with Cyrus.  They could be snuggle buddies.  The mere idea had Candide resisting a snicker.  Cyrus snuggling an ApostleThat would be a day.

 

The Disciple looked over to Magnes after setting the Apostle in the cart with his resting ally.  "You really must be more careful, Magnes.  Wouldn't want you injured by a startled Apostle. Would make eating him less fun. Bleeding into a meal makes it so sour."  Candide looked over at the harpy with a mostly blank expression.  "Not that you can eat this one.  I have some plans for him. Mostly traitorous things."

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"I see, then forgive my defensiveness," Damaris mused, his hand absently running through his hair which to his current attention, had fallen out of its tie. Was bound to happen though he didn't feel like putting it back up. Sometimes it felt nice to feel the breeze ruffle his hair every now and then. With everything settled between himself and Aspen he felt as if a small weight had been placed upon his chest that he failed to notice previously. Had he really been so tense? Disputes weren't uncommon sure...so why did this one leave him dwelling so heavily on it? Seemed the Apostle was starting to feel a sliver of guilt for his decision. 

 

A smile accompanied with a chuckle bubbled out of him at Aspen's quip. His expression was set with amusement and cupping his hands around his mouth he called after her. "You'll be disappointed when I come to take it back from you." Damaris laughed as he shook his head to follow after the group. As genuine as he wanted to sound he knew that his banter was hollow, a bit forced if one had paid any mind. Aspen had many valid points, points he probably had taken for granted. But the Apostle had carved his path and he'd be cursed if he wasn't going to follow it. He gave the stranger's his word, should things take a turn for the worst he'd be sure to be ready. Just for his own sake. 

 

The further the small company had traversed towards the dense forestry, the more unsettled Damaris started to become. One of the lads, the first one he had encountered, was singing a most peculiar melody. Its lyrics were soft yet held a twisted element to it that the Apostle just couldn't explain- almost as if the longer he tuned in the more hazed his mind became. Clouded and blurred into a near incomprehensible cluster of messy thoughts. Perhaps he was thinking too much into the matter or he just kept zoning out like he usually did when under stress, nothing to be too concerned about. Least not of yet. As if to ground himself he tried to snare his attention to something, anything out in the scenery, just the slightest thing to catch the eye. Only hardly anything could be described as pleasant in his condition. He just couldn't lift his spirits out of this one.

 

An abrupt voice, however foreign it was raised mild alarm as Damaris raked his gaze upwards to find the source. Except it was far from what his expectations had for him. Almost immediately the Apostle froze in place, dumbfounded and alarmed for a multitude of reason. One reason being that the thing that spoke, that creature, was a Beast and a second- these strangers clearly knew this one. Not a single one of the men looked phased by its appearance and if anything, they accepted it just as one would take in a friend. It knew their names. His jaw was held agape to a degree, not a single word nor sound slipped out from his breath. He was too stunned, so taken aback that it was taking moments just trying to process the information. Beasts couldn't be friended, couldn't possess the capability of intelligence much less speech...or so that was what he was told. It was a cross between a fearful fascination and horror because just as Aspen had warned, this escort could very well be his undoing. 

 

Something could be felt across the Apostle's back, a hand was it? How could he fail to notice such a small gesture? Damaris didn't even have time to glance at the younger man when a sharp jab to the neck caused his vision to grow spotty and soon his body warmed to a numbing sensation. Every feeling the Apostle once had in his body soon fell limp and it wasn't long before he too fell victim to his unconsciousness state of mind. Poor guy didn't even see it coming, was a shame that he didn't heed the frantic words his friend had spoken to him. To be played like a fool...

 

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Thanks to Magnes and his incoherent uproar of excitement it didn't take long for Raghnall to pinpoint his location, albeit sluggishly. At first he thought the harpy had found some silly little trinket again but after giving the air a quick taste he soon found that it wasn't so. The Disciples were back and- and they brought a friend? Wrong, whatever it was it smelt absolutely revolting, certainly wasn't anyone from these parts and if anything, it clearly wasn't a Disciple either. So who was this little trespasser and why was he roaming their territory? This was going to entail a little investigation. 

 

Pushing his way through the trees with a growl, the large Beast weaseled his way to meet the little group. His head just poking past the brush to nudge Julius with a full teethed grin, both of his mouths flashing their content. It was a relief to have them all home safely but when tilting his gaze towards Cyrus it was evident that he was having the most difficulty. And that's when his eyes snapped to the Apostle. His expression soon morphed into a snarl and with some effort he recoiled his neck back, hissing and spitting with a tail that lashed violently like a whip behind him. This Beast was far from pleased. Surely the Disciple's ailment was that little whelp's doing!

 

"Why bring that thing along? He hurt Cyrus, yes? Can I devour it?" Raghnall questioned as he focused back onto Julius, head lowered so he could be leveled with the man. Of course he couldn't make a single move unless ordered to but his claws were itching to just tear into that human. He even tried to nuzzle the Disciple to win over his favor. Sometimes that got him his way but it didn't seem to be doing its justice this time around. What a bummer. "I don't like him, toss it back." 

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Watching as the Apostle was forced unconscious, Magnes tilted his head slightly. He prodded the Aspostle's side curiously, but didn't move as Candide set the stranger beside Cyrus. Instead, his innocent yellow eyes remained lacked on the small group. It was only when Candide spoke again did he react in any way. The Beast's calm demeanor dissolved as soon as the stranger was mentioned to be an Apostle. His feathers fluffed out, eyes widened, and teeth bared. An Apostle? That spelled danger in every possible way. Suddenly feeling threatened, he hunched down in preparation to either flee or attack. Was this what Argus was so upset about earlier? 

 

"But...Candide, that can't be so! We can't keep an Apostle! Not without..." He needed to have his weapon destroyed. Magnes's eyes locked onto the star branded into the Apostle's hand. The hand either needed removed, or the star had to be damaged beyond repair. That was the only way they would all be free of danger. Suddenly unsure, the Harpy opened his wings further. He had to tell Argus. He would know what to do. 

 

His ideas of fleeing were solidified as a much larger Beast came crashing onto the scene. With a monstrous shriek, Magnes flew off in a panic. It wasn't that Raghnall was-no, Raghnall would totally eat him. Could probably do it in one bite, too. And Magnes wasn't exactly eager to test the massive Beast's patience. Returning to the rock almost as soon as he had left, he was careful not to land on Argus himself. Eyes wide, he grabbed for the cat in a panic. 

 

"An Apostle, Argus! Candide brought an Apostle!"

 

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Aspen crashed in through the front door to the barracks' towers with frenzied purpose. The wooden door flew open, hitting the stone walls with such force that the whole room seemed to shudder. Brown eyes wide, the teen ran to her superior as soon as she could. Both hands slammed onto the table, though, her urgent expression alone was surely enough to attract Sonya's attention. 

 

"Ma'am-th-there's..." Forcing herself to breathe, she inhaled sharply. The girl looked ragged and for good reason; she'd sprinted the whole way to the Fortress. "I have witnessed something horrible. Men-Beasts-no. They weren't either. Th-They...they were something worse." As the adrenaline faded, terror-cold and heavy-set in. She bit at her trembling lip as tears welled in her eyes. "There was a man who looked just like Matt. A-And...D-D...Damaris went with them!" 

 

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Just like that, all her need to worry vanished. The Disciples left, taking a stranger with them. Only the boy from before remained, seemingly affiliated by chance alone. Glancing about from where she stood in a alleyway, she sighed. Good. The coast was clear. She could finish shopping, then. Creeping out from where she stood, Nahia blended back into the crowd. Her eyes lingered on the boy with the clocks, only for a moment. She had more important things to worry about. 

 

A familiar face behind a familiar stand greeted her. Nahia stalked up to the peddler, eyes drifting over her wares. An older woman, probably about thirty five or so, had a set-up booth lined with shelves. Shelves that were filled end to end with books. Yellow eyes scanned over the spines of the worn literature-relics from a past she would never know. But she understood the Old Tongues. Or, some of them. Common itself seemed to be a mix of many of the Old Tongues. With that in mind, it hadn't been too hard to learn the others. 

 

"Ah, it's you again." The woman greeted, looking up from a book she was re-binding. A small, weary smile creased on her lips. "Hullo there." 

 

"Do you have any new documents about-"

 

"The Great Wars? Folklore? Religious Philosophy? I have a few of each." She may have interrupted her, but the merchant seemed friendly enough. Rising from where she sat, she turned and began plucking various documents from the shelves. In the end, it ended up being a textbook, a file of papers, and a stack of worn-but otherwise identical-journals. Setting them onto the counter, she looked up at the tall stranger. "Those documents are official drafts of soldiers for the second Great War. Women only, mid continent, like ya asked. Hard to find, too." After the first Great War, too many men were lost to Beasts. The Drafts in almost every nation were no longer restricted to males only.  She paused, puzzling over a price. "I'd say 20 gold would suffice."

 

A hefty price, but Nahia couldn't argue. Reaching into her pockets, she pulled out a coin purse. The entire purse went into the woman's outstretched hand, who opened the sack and began to count. Satisfied, she slid the books forward. "Take 'em. You payed more than enough." Satisfied, Nahia grabbed her goods and slid them into the rucksack on her back. There. That was everything she needed. Now she could return to camp. 

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Well, that was fair enough. The Apostle sank to the floor only to be caught easily by Candide. He looked like he was still breathing, which was a bit of a shame. Maybe it was just a difference between them. Julius had finished off a number of Apostles himself, but he usually didn't toy with them for that long. He certainly never went as far as to bring one home. God, between Cyrus basically fainting and Candide bringing the enemy right to secret their base of operations, it was a wonder they were still alive. 

 

The ground shook slightly and Julius turned around just in time to see a familiar head slither out of the trees and nudge him. To a human lurking in the forest, the face of the Beast, if not it's ability to make the ground quake, would no doubt be frightening. But to Julius, seeing the creature only made him smile. 

 

"Noodles," He greeted, rubbing the Beast's head as it nuzzled against his side. Honestly, his friend had grown so large that the action was enough to almost send him stumbling away, but he just barely managed to hold his ground. Apparently, he had taught the Beast well since as soon as Noodles caught sight of the unconscious Apostle, he reeled back and hissed before asking if he could eat him. "I can't, Candide has plans for him," Julius said, honestly apologetic that he couldn't just let the giant Beast eat the Apostle. But until Candide asked for help, he wasn't going to have anything to do with whatever was going on. He was officially washing his hands of whatever was about to happen. 

 

"But, I'm sure we can arrange something for you to eat," He offered, rubbing the back of the Beast's head like he was a dog. He paused for a moment, closing his eyes as he thought. The original plan had been attack the town before that got derailed. He could let Noodles attack there for a bit, but sending him so close to the fortress just didn't sit well with him. Well, he could always call him back if things got too tricky. "How about we go attack the nearby town?" Julius suggested. "I'm sure some other nasty Apostles will show up and you can eat any of them if you like. Just not this one."

 

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Argus had managed to pull together a small group of Beasts, although it was admittedly not that easy. Most of them seemed more interested in attacking him until he mentioned the Baron and the town. At that point, they were usually convinced to stop and settle down a bit, though trying to keep that many in one area mostly just resulted in them snapping anxiously at each other. Geez. Beasts weren't exactly known for being smart, but this was really pushing it. 

 

Suddenly, Magnes returned with a flurry of feathers, and Argus darted out of the way of reaching claws with a loud hiss as the panicked Beast yelled something at him. "I'm not their mother!" Argus replied with a scowl, his ears flat against his head as he watched Magnes warily, not wanting to get dragged off somewhere and get distracted. "Don't come tattling to me when I don't care what they do. As long as they kill him in the end, who cares what happens before that?" It wasn't his job to watch over them like that, and it was irritating enough when they had vanished earlier without warning. If the Baron had a problem with what they were doing, he would bring it up. But the only standing orders right now were to attack the town, not to watch over a bunch of fully grown men.

 

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Sonya glanced up from her paperwork when there was a sudden loud crash from outside her office, but quickly returned to her paperwork. Or she tried to, rather, before the door to her office was practically kicked in and Aspen entered the room like a hurricane. The sudden change in pressure with the door flying open was enough to send a few papers on her desk drifting to the floor. 

 

Taking a deep breath, Sonya took another long sip of her lukewarm coffee, listening to Aspen's frantic report with a slight frown. "Calm down, Aspen," She ordered, rising from her chair and setting a reassuring hand on Aspen's shoulder. "What exactly did you see and has anyone gotten hurt?" If there were Beasts, or strange human-like Beasts that managed to somehow appear, it would be important to take care of the civilians hurt by the attack first. But she needed to know exactly what happened, or she might accidentally mobilize too few Apostles and cause even more destruction and death.

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Deflating visibly, Magnes dug a talon into the rock he stood upon. His ears flattened against his head and eyebrows drew together. He figured of all the authority figures among the beasts, Argus would be the one to care. It was actually quite upsetting to hear that he didn't. "I just..." He looked down at the scratches he was boring into the rock, feathers falling flat. He thought what he was doing was right... If he was in Argus's position, he would want to know. "I just thought it was important..." His gaze flickered back up to the small army Argus had assembled. What sadness lingered in his gaze quickly turned to caution. Glancing between Argus and the gathered Beasts, his feathers puffed up once more. Magnes didn't like other Beasts, except for Argus and maybe Nahia. They scared him, made him nervous. "But...I guess whatever your doing is more important. I'll just...keep an eye on the Apostle...okay?"

 

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Aspen sniffled, inhaling a shaking sob. Oh god, she just let Damaris walk away with those...those things! But...Sonya needed to know everything. And going into hysterics wouldn't help that. "I..."  She inhaled again, forcefully slower than before. "I was in the market, and I ran into a man who...who looked just like Matt. But...wrong. Something was wrong with his soul, like some kind of disease. And th-then...two other men joined him, but they didn't even look human. With my sight...they looked like horrible monsters." Beasts were the inverse, usually. They looked like monsters, but had fairly human-like souls. The only difference was the indisputable darkness that lingered in a Beast's soul(or souls, depending. She could only imagine what agony that was like). "And Damaris...I begged him not to go. He just...he left with them...back into the forest..." Wiping her eyes, she looked up at Sonya uncertainly. "And...there was a boy. He looked human, but...his soul..." Her eyebrows drew together as she thought about it. "He had two souls, Cardinal. I'm sure of it." 

 

 

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Of course, Magnes was going to go tattling off to someone who might prevent a potential disaster, but it wasn't something they had to worry about.  The Disciples had everything under control.  Or at least- that's what Candide told himself as he pressed on a little way.  Best give Julius time to play with Noodle.  Even if the Beast was tame around Julius, he didn't seem to favor Candide's latest impulse.  Best to stay out of his way.  To think they'd be toting Cyrus and an Apostle together if the Apostle had done injury- how silly.  If he'd attacked, no matter how much Candide wanted to plot, he'd have to be killed.  Julius didn't drag things out, and admittedly Candide respected his effective drive- however, Candide favored entertaining these whims over Julius's approval.  Besides- it was unlikely Julius even cared about that business as long as the Apostle ended up dead in the end.  The means were- varying depending on the situation.

 

"I'm going ahead, you have your fun." Candide nodded to Noodle and Julius, advancing onward.  Cyrus was likely to be coming in and out of consciousness as they got closer.  He was a strong fellow when given the right rest.  Too bad he exerted himself.  Would have been neat to see people frozen and then melted.  Really had to check the town for books on the boiling point of human properties.  That would have to be later though.  Couldn't just go back soon.  Travelling successfully back to town too quickly when an outsider... never an inconspicuous thing.  When that girl had made a ruckus that drew eyes- perhaps the outing was a bad idea.  Or rather- the things that accompanied the outing.  No. No time for backing out.  Apostle taken, Cyrus needed rest- no returning this.  Murder quest has begun.

 

Glowing and dull eyes occasionally drifted by, probably curious about the Apostle's scent.  Easy to dismiss.  Seemed quite a few Beasts were going in a specific direction too- was there some kind of raid party going off on its own?  Must be one of the more intelligent Beasts having a rally.  Perhaps Argus was up to something.

 

Just something to brush off.  Didn't have time to do anything other than the tasks at hand.  The Apostle waking up early would be such a hassle, and Cyrus needed to get into a bed.  Task was easier said than done- had to make several trips to get the door to agree with the cart, and the floor needed a cleaning after taking this thing into the castle from all that woodland road.  Yet another thing to do.  It was much easier just to let the cart rest, take the Apostle to the dungeon which was actually kind of annoying to locate.  The door was near the end of a corridor, but it wasn't the end.  Still a nice place though- no need to get irritated.

 

With the Apostle locked up, Candide was about to make his way upstairs when a- honestly just awful thought struck him:  "A clothless Apostle wouldn't just run into the woods filled with Beasts."

 

Task easy- next task was getting Cyrus into a bed.  He'd be unlikely to resist, but in case he woke up with a sudden urge to stab, Candide hummed at him to let him know who was helping him to bed.  Yes.  Perfect.  Not a total disaster of a day.

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The dungeon was pretty nice, all things considered. There was no room to fly about, sure, but no Beasts really wandered down here. Save for Nahia, as she lived in the dungeon. In fact, there was a whole corner of it sectioned off as her personal quarters. It was a refurbished cell, lined with furs and filled with furniture. Most prominently, however, were the many shelves of collected literature. As Nahia didn't keep anything of use in her room (and she had been gone for almost three weeks now), Magnes found it fit to move the unconscious prisoner into Nahia's more comfortable cell/room. It was only fair, after all. Those cells looked cold and lonely, while Nahia's looked warm and homey. Besides, it still locked, and he had the key. 

 

Sweeping a wing across the room, Magnes collected what moisture sat in the dungeon to his hand. It swirled into a ball, gathering into a slowly growing cloud. Wetness made mold, mold man humans sick. Candide would be really sad if this Apostle got sick. So, he did what he could. Satisfied, the Harpy settled down in front of the Apostle's cell with the cloud in his hands. A dungeon wasn't a place for a flying creature, but an order was an order. He would watch the prisoner, because that's what he was told to do. 

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Raghnall snorted his initial displeasure but held his tongue to refrain from saying anything further. Was most unfortunate that the little Apostle couldn't be destroyed yet, he would of loved nothing more than to use the man for his own personal chew toy but alas, Julius's word was practically law to the Beast. Not that he minded it, the lad seemed sincere in his apology, albeit it wasn't needed so he let this one slide. There was bound to be more humans to munch on later anyway. Especially when the Disciple announced what could have been his best proposal yet- a raid. 

 

Rumbling like a cat, the large creature dipped his head and angled his neck just right to receive attention. His tail would have been thumping madly with content but in order to keep somewhat of a low profile he kept from doing so. Even if he had that small instinct to do it he passed it off. No need to attract anyone to their location with him causing a ruckus. "I like the sound of this yes, we attack soon?" Raghnall growled deviously, his duo jaws splitting into another wicked grin once more. Even his eyes held a cold, predatory glint to them, no doubt was he a fearful sight. "We rid of them and come back victorious? Strike where most painful, very pleasing. Noodle wishes to partake." Oh how his claws were just itching for some destruction, it had been far too long since him and Julius last performed an act of mass chaos. Was about time they showed those Apostles a demonstration of what true fear and terror was like, by bringing it all to their very doorstep. 

 

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Waking up within the confines of a cell was the last thing Damaris would have expected when he finally resumed consciousness. A sharp pain, almost throbbing, spread around his neck to his head and the Apostle couldn't help but hiss through his teeth. Just what had happen back there? Vaguely could he remember- Candide was it? Yes, that sounded right, Candide came up and...knocked him out. Just my luck eh? Should have listened to Aspen when I had the chance. Wait, why didn't he listen to his comrade? It was highly unlike his behavior to dismiss her claims in such a fashion, could he have perhaps been under some sort of influence? Well now that he found himself locked up he didn't put the thought past him. There's no telling what those brute did to him, both aware just as much as unaware. And that was soon realized the more he started to regain his senses. 

 

It was much colder than he last remembered and as Damaris sat up on the cot he rested in he nearly swore to himself, a stream of curses fluttering through his mind. Those hellions stripped him of his clothes! Saved for his undergarments sure, least they were generous enough to leave those untampered with but still. Locking him up was bad enough but to leave him practically bare? Was that even necessary? No doubt if someone came through the door to the room he would of ripped them a new one but as his furious amber eyes flickered about the cell he found it relatively empty, save for the Harpy from before. Ah yes, he could remember that one well at least.

 

Damaris was far from pleased at having to chat with a beast but if it was any account to go by, this fellow appeared to be perhaps the friendliest out of the others if his memories served. And that was saying a lot. With a grunt of effort the Apostle rubbed at his neck before wrapping one of the blankets around himself and stood up. Shuffling himself towards the bars with a sluggish gait. Seemed he was still trying to adjust to being awake again, must of been one heck of a blow to the neck.

 

"Hey," Damaris croaked, clearing his throat several times before finding his voice somewhat more audible. "Where uh, where exactly am I and how did I get here? You wouldn't happen to know what happened to my clothes either, would you?" Wasn't a bad start so far by any means and at this the Apostle managed the faintest of smiles. The situation he was in could be considered terrible but that didn't mean he'd lash out at others either. Had to take things like this with an open mind and with as much caution as possible. Forming bad ties or enemies wasn't something he wanted and if anything he'd want to steer clear of something like that as much as possible. Had to play everything safe for the time being, including the disabling of his weapon considering it was too risky to utilize it here. Always a right place and a right time but it wasn't now. He was certain that the right moment would present itself in due time but for now he had bigger concerns to busy himself with. 

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Feathered blue ears perked up as the Apostle cursed, and then angled backwards. Even with Damaris in the cage, the Beast couldn't help but feel nervous. Apostles were dangerous, after all. Their only purpose was to kill Beast! But this one seemed...peaceful. At least for now. In the end, his curiosity outweighed his fear. Magnes rose from where he crouched, stepping closer to the bars. At his full height, he was much taller than the average man. Standing at nearly six-foot-seven, his fluffy head was well over two feet over Damaris's. Tilting his head much like a dog would, he listened to Damaris speak in silence. Candide didn't say he couldn't talk to the prisoner, so what was the harm? Blinking at the Apostle with wide, yellow eyes, the Beast considered his response carefully. 

 

"Well, Candide put you here! In that cell over there, though." He extended a wing, pointing to the decidedly colder and (much) emptier cell adjacent to Nahia's. "I thought it was mean, so I moved you to Nahia's room. She hasn't been home in weeks, so it shouldn't matter." Magnes paused, looking behind Damaris to a dresser against the wall. "To be honest, I'm not sure why he took your clothes. But Nahia has extra, you you can take hers." The more he talked, the less and less reserved the harpy appeared. Most prisoners just cried or yelled; it was nice to see someone who was, well, nice! Shuffling forward further, Magnes extended his wings so his clawed hands could hold the bars. "My name is Magnes, what is yours?"

 

 

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"Why wait?" Julius asked with a smile, reaching up to scratch Noodles' exposed neck the way ordinary humans might pet a dog. The bond between them really went beyond that, though. Noodles was more than just a pet, Noodles was his family and had been with him for most of his entire life as a Disciple. He needed the Beast and if anything happened to him, he would never be the same. Which was why whenever Noodles did attack places, he always made sure that there were no survivors to live to tell the tale of either of them, and that there was always a large supply of other Beasts to make sure any Apostles couldn't gang up on Noodles. Such a large Beast tended to attract attention, and it required careful planning to avoid him getting hurt. "Of course, I'll have to gather up some friends to help us."

 

"No need," Argus replied, slipping out of the bushes nearby with a flick of his tail, weaving his way between Julius's feet. "The Baron already ordered a raid on the town, and I spent the better part of my afternoon organizing some Beasts together to participate." He seemed clearly agitated that this had disrupted his nap, but didn't say anything directly about it, instead disappearing into a nearby shadow, only to reappear wrapped around Julius's neck. "If you're already planning on participating, why don't you take over? Running around has left me exhausted."

 

"Fine," Julius replied with a carefree shrug and whistled sharply. The trees around shook as the Beasts Argus had gathered swarmed the small clearing. There were easily forty altogether, not including Noodles, Argus and himself. That was much stronger than most Beast attacks, since Beasts rarely ever moved in packs more than 2-3, and even those were rare. It would be enough to terrify the Apostles holed up in their little mountain for sure. Maybe he'd even be able to sneak inside the legendary Fortress himself. Admittedly, given that he did have the power to move through almost any object at will, the fact he hadn't seen inside that mountain fortress really tempted his curiosity.  

 

"Alright everyone!" He called out, clapping his hands together. "Let's get this show on the road!" Candide could surely handle Cyrus and whatever he planned for that prisoner for a few hours.

 

The walk back to town was largely uneventful, but as soon as the trees started to clear away Julius stopped short. Like all fights, it was best not to get involved just yet. He'd step in if he had to or at the end to deliver a surprise attack by pretending to be an innocent, but getting involved right now would only reveal himself as something dangerous. "Alright," He said, turning towards the Beasts assembled. "Go have fun." With that, the massive horde of Beasts spilled out of the forest which such intensity that the ground had even started to shake a little. 

 

The raid had begun.

 

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Varian finally made it home after all of his deliveries had finished, and opened the door to make it back home. He wasn't that late, not really, so his parents wouldn't really make any fuss about the amount of time it had taken to get all of the products to their owners. Which meant even though he had spent most of his time running around the market as fast as he could, it was worth it in the end.

 

"I'm done!" He called out as he slipped his shoes off at the door. He closed the door and turned to enter the living room to get started on his homework when a slight rumble in the ground made him pause. Huh. That was weird. 

 

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As she swung her pack over her shoulders, Nahia stiffened. Beneath her hood her ears swiveled, an uneasy feeling settling in her chest. She could feel it, with her bare feet to the ground. Something large-no-many large beings, running. Approaching. As she strained her hearing, the dread in her heart solidified into cold terror. Save for the human activity, the world was silent. No bird chirped and the domestic beasts in the market made no sound. And then she heard it. A rumbling, distant but rising into a crescendo. They were coming. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. 

 

A horn sounded at the walls, following one another in quick succession. Beasts were spotted, to such a volume that every Apostle stationed was rising alarm. Nahia curled her hands into fists, her yellow eyes flashing. She turned to the book merchant, her expression grave. 

 

"Get out of here, NOW." 

 

The woman, concerned, struggled to meet Nahia's gaze. "I...What is happening?" Everyone within the walls recognized the sound of the Beast Horn, but so many at once? The merchant startled when Nahia slammed her hands on the counter. She tore away her scarf to reveal her muzzle, and then tore off the muzzle to reveal her monstrous face. Baring her teeth anxiously, she sealed the deal by tearing her cloak away. 

 

"I set GET OUT! They're coming!" Nahia roared, the ferocity in her voice betraying her fear. Without the muzzle, her voice was much louder than before, her formidable voice carrying far and wide. But it was the merchant's shriek of terror that pierced the city. 

 

"BEAST! BEAST WITHIN THE WALLS!" 

 

Just like that, Nahia took off running. These people were fish in a barrel, and she was too. But all these stupid clothes were weighing her down. A flash of claws, and the long skirt fell from her legs to reveal shorts. Dropping onto all fours, the Beast tore through the city in an effort to escape.

 

It was only an open door to an otherwise pristine house that halted her escape. She recognized that smell. A child, one from the market. Small enough to take with her, hopefully to save. She stood in the doorway, her yellow eyes blazing. 

 

"Come with me if you want to live!" 

 

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There was a distant ringing, and Candide drew to a window to hear better.  The raid was only just beginning, and the torrent of screams was starting to reach the castle walls.  Those soft and faint screams would die with their makers.  The killing was- necessary.  This was the Baron's will after all.  Candide wasn't in a position to oppose it unless he knew something that would call for it.  Knowledge was cut out for the time being.  Whatever was happening on the outside of the castle walls was not something Candide could merge into yet.  He had an Apostle to deal with.  Though his mind tried to stay fixed n his task- his mind was alone with its thoughts.  Would that be the last day for Julius?  Would someone dear die?  It wasn't like they feared that cold embrace since they lived for its cause- no.  Candide had never asked about that.  Who was he to assume the other Disciples were welcoming of their breath being muttering loyalty to their god?  Nothing honest could be drawn from them if not from their lips, and even then sometimes things were hidden.  Secrecy was given but- what divides it could draw.

 

Shifting came from down below as it had done from the window, and so Candide drew closer to it.  Ah- Magnes was conversing with the Apostle.  No reason to interrupt and ruin whatever the Beast was getting out of the curious... guest.  Candide kept to the side wall, out of sight for where he'd left the guest as well as Nahia's room.  From the sound of the echo, Magnes had put the Apostle into the room Nahia once holed up in.  That was for the best.  He would have moved the Apostle there firstly, but the smaller cell was closer and he'd had to tend to Cyrus before dealing with the Apostle.  Seemed their friendly harpy was speaking kindly to this fellow.  What was that about?  This was an enemy.  He ought to hiss and tell him to be still and wait for death- but that wasn't Magnes's way.  At least if he made friends it would be an opportunity for the Apostle's last feeling to be a traitorous talon through his chest.  Could be alright if the Apostle wasn't swayed with Candide's song. Enough of that chummy business though-

 

Candide calmly walked over to Magnes's side, running a hand down his arm.  A small nod was given, but his expression was a tad vacant.  "Thank you for moving him.  Go make sure Cyrus doesn't try to go join the raid.  He needs rest.  Pin him down if you need to."  Candide removed his hand and progressed to the cell's door.  As calm as a stagnant pool, he slipped into the cell, closing the door behind him.  He placed his hand to his chest and gave a small bow.  His voice had a lull in it.  "I trust you are feeling better now?"

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At first the silence that flowed off the harpy was unsettling and the Apostle couldn't help but swallow nervously. By no means was this his domain and if anything Damaris was a prisoner than he was a guest. Unless they all treated their visitors this way- which he had many doubts for that one. The Beast stood a good height above himself and if he wanted to get a decent look at its face he had to crane his neck upwards but only slightly. It troubled him just seeing this startling difference but when it comes to their size in regards to width, the Apostle had the harpy beat by a long shot. It wasn't by much sure, but he'd take any advantage he could get. Seeing the fluff of feathers however, the beast didn't seem to come off as much as a threat so it was easy for him to relax when in its presence. Well, as much as he could relax that is. 

 

Narrowed eyes followed the wing where the other cell resided, a small scoff escaping the Apostle's lips. Seriously? What is with that guy. "Ah, I see." Damaris mused though his expression was far from amused. His lips were pulled in a near frown with eyes fixed with an almost hardened glint. Of course when he looked back to the harpy his irritation ebbed away and his lightened composure soon found its way back to him. Interacting with the fellow was fascinating, almost captivating in an odd sense of the term. Never had the Apostles engaged with a Beast outside of combat nor even stopped to ponder if some possessed just the slightest fraction of intelligence. It was...a pleasant change for once.

 

"I appreciate your kindness, truly this far better than that other holding place." He said with a gesture to the cell described. "Though I'm not so sure of who this Nahia lass is, I hope she won't mind if I borrow something from her wardrobe. Only for the time being until my own is returned to me." This day was turning out to be strange and growing worse by the passing second. First Damaris resorted to chatting it up with a Beast, which he never thought he'd manage to do considering most would just kill him on sight but not only that, his only option of clothing was that of articles that just weren't in his style. Not like he was complaining per say. If anything he was thrilled to have just anything to wear but as he rummaged through the dresser he found his options slimming down into things that were rather...unconventional. Guess it would be a long skirt and a t-shirt from here on out, at least he could pull it off. 

 

Once clothed the Apostle turned back to the Harpy and extended his hand in a rather friendly gesture. At first he almost raised his right hand by impulse but at the remembrance of his mark he quickly exchanged it for his left one instead. Would of hated to scare off someone who wasn't all that bad of company. "Magnes is it? Not a name you hear very often but it suits you. I'm Damaris, its a pleasure to have made your acquaintance." As if to reassure his good intent he quickly added, "Also like those feathers you have, definitely nice to look at." 

 

Unfortunately their little chat was cut short when a certain someone entered the room. Candide just had to ruin this for him too didn't he? It wasn't as if Damaris knew the guy, because he didn't, but it was the fact that the man could play him like a cord that drove him mad. He was lured and pulled in without a warning by this guy and when the time came for someone to pull him out of it, it was already far too late. That's what didn't settle well with him. No matter what the Apostle did for the life of himself, he couldn't figure out nor remember as to how the man does it. Though he'd be dead set on trying to figure it out if it was the last thing he did. 

 

Amber eyes trailed closely after the man and only when he entered the cell with him did his expression change. Damaris was furious but the only indication was the way he bit on his lip or the way his brows furrowed with evident distaste. How dare he come into here acting so sweet, was almost sickening. "I'd like to think so yes." Damaris replied cooly, arms folded against his chest as his eyes never left Candide. "Though I trust that you have some explaining to do such as why I'm here or rather as to why you kidnapped me."

 

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 Leaning down to expose more of his neck, Raghnall exhaled a satisfied puff of breath before curling around Julius. It was a tame gesture but the underlining protectiveness couldn't have been helped. Raids always brought about an exhilarating rush of discord but there was always that fear, that one thought that the Beast dreaded to think of and that was loss. He wasn't sure what he'd do without Julius and if this attack was anything to go by he'd say it was one of their most drastic cases yet. So close to the Apostle's home, so close to harm. Still the large reptile shook his head. Now wasn't the time to be dwelling on such...troubling things. They'd be fine- just go in, destroy a few things and then leave. Couldn't have been simpler. "More company the better."

 

Raghnall took one look to Argus and brought himself back onto his feet. The Beast was so small in comparison that at times he worried he'd crush the feline. Though he couldn't help but overhear their plans in the process. Looks like everything they needed was in order, a rubbing growl resounded from the reptile's throat at the progress they've made. If it was one thing they'd all ban together for it was a good 'ol fashioned massacre. Not that he minded it. 

 

One glance to Julius was all the Beast needed and he was already charging off into the direction of the town. A roar with the intensity to that of a train horn bellowed from his open maws as Raghnall lunged onto his first victims, the buildings of the town. The enormity of his body was enough to dent and crumble the structures partially and with one good clamp of his jaws the roofs could easily be stripped away with a bit of work. Acid collecting and dripping onto the masses of rubble to deteriorate and destroy even more, or rather to eliminate any remains. His head swiveled, satisfied with his current progress until his deadly gaze locked onto a home that was left relatively unscathed in the waves of carnage that surrounded it. That simply just wouldn't do. Crouching down onto the ground, the Beast took a few paces forward, wiggled onto his haunches and flung himself in the direction of the home. Maybe he could win a good snack or two out of this one before the Apostles started to pool in. That would be nice. 

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Wherever the conversation had been going, it stopped short when the ground shook. It was small, barely noticeable really under the strength and might of the mountain the Fortress was dug into, but it was enough to make Sonya stop dead in her tracks. It could be nothing. Or it could be something. Most likely, it was something and it was something bad.

 

Her hands curled into fists and instantly, pure white pieces of metal that pulsed with energy snapped into existence around her knuckles. Her grip adjusted slightly on her weapons to find a more comfortable grip, but she was already moving quickly, practically sprinting towards the door. Only a few seconds had passed since the rumbling started, but she could already hear the Fortress light up with the cries of alarm. 

 

"Stay here," She ordered, turning back towards Aspen before sprinting out of her office. Aspen wasn't a combatant, and against a Beast she wouldn't be able to help. It would be safer for her to stay in the mountain, behind layers of rock that the Beasts couldn't easily get to. The doors to the Fortress were already wide open, and in only a few short moments she was standing in the sunlight, looking out over the sea of chaos down below. Beasts. Beasts in a number greater than she had ever seen attacking one place were ravaging the town. One particularly giant one had sprawled out across several building and was currently thrashing it's way towards more. By the Lord, how had they missed something that big? Nothing ever reported a Beast of that size. 

 

Running as fast as she could down the pathway that led to town, Sonya scowled. Apparently, the Baron was launching attacks on their home territory now. Well, it didn't matter how big the army was. She was going to hold them off for as long as possible to give the other Apostles time to group up and get ready. 

 

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Julius watched the carnage unfold in the town, whistling softly in amazement as Noodles easily crushed a few buildings underneath him. It was impressive, and probably enough to make the Apostles holed up in their mountain afraid. Speaking of which. He turned away from the town and began to walk around the perimeter of the forest, drawing his lighter out of his pocket and lighting a new cigarette for himself. He could wait until most of the Apostles had run out of their Fortress before he went snooping too much. It sure would be a shame to get caught, after all.

 

"Where are you going?" Argus asked, still lounging across Julius's shoulders, though his tail had started to flick from side to side. 

 

"Oh, you know," Julius replied with a carefree shrug. "Just going sightseeing."

 

"Sightseeing," Argus repeated, a look of disbelief crossing his face. "Then why are you headed towards the Fortress?"

 

"Like I said," Julius replied, breathing a puff of smoke onto the cat's face. Given he was already dead, it wasn't like it would hurt him any. "Sightseeing."

 

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Before he could even hope to respond to whatever was going on, his mother suddenly appeared and grabbed ahold of his arm, tugging Varian away from the door. 

 

"Varian, get away from that thing!" His mother yelled, hoisting him off the ground like he was only a few years old and not eleven before dashing through the house. With the front door blocked by a monster, that meant they'd have to seek alternative exit routes. In the absence of a back door, that meant windows. 

 

"What's going on?" Varian yelled over the sounds of screams that suddenly seemed to fill the air. "Where's dad?"

 

"I don't know, we just have to get to the-"

 

Suddenly, his world shifted as the roof above them caved in in a shower of wood, tiles and dust. His mother's grip on him was gone, and he was rolling across the ground before coming to rest in the far corner of the room. Every part of his body ached, and he could feel something wet underneath his nose, but when he looked up he could see the sunlight streaming in through a hole in the house. Something was there, something big and scary and awful. The rest of the house creaked ominously as Varian struggled to his feet, his legs shaking as he pushed himself into the farthest corner of the room. He couldn't see his mom anymore. 

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Smiling widely, Magnes took the Apostle's hand in his own gently. Human skin was...so soft, so thin; he didn't want to scratch up this man. And with his talons, it was quite the task to be gentle. "It's so nice to meet you!" Holding Damaris's gaze, he opened his mouth to speak once more. 

 

It was then that Candide entered, causing Magnes to startle. He tore his hands away from Damaris's, realizing too late what damage it would cause. "Ah! Oh no, I'm so sorry!" Ears angling back, Magnes immediately recoiled. His gaze gaze on the blood on his claws, nostrils flaring. It took a great deal of self-control for a Beast to even be in a room with a human. Most of that was due to that gnawing emptiness in their bodies, the rest of it was due to a human's scent. As he was mostly bird, the latter didn't affect Magnes whatsoever. So instead of lashing out violently, Magnes began to cry.His eyes welled with tears, spilling over almost instantly. He wiped the blood from his talons onto his sapphire feathers, his whole body fluffing up. "I-I...I can fix this! I'm sorry..." He moved forward once again, sniffling miserably. 

 

"Thank you for moving him." Magnes turned to face Candide, his expression dejected and miserable. 

 

"But...I-I hurt him!" He sobbed, pulling his wings tight against his body. 

 

"Go make sure Cyrus doesn't try to go join the raid." Just like that, Magnes fell still. Whatever thoughts had been racing through his head seemed to snuffle out. He struggled, visibly straining to resist his orders. He needed to stay here and help! He couldn't-he had to-The Harpy hunched over, a clawed hand coming to rest against his head. His feathers drooped as he finally relented to a force he could not resist. 

 

"I...Okay..." Wings dragging against the floor, the Beast stiffly and unhappily exited the room. 

 

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 Nahia's eyes widened as the mother appeared, ushering the child further into the house. They needed to leave, needed to run out of this building before everything came crashing down on them. A roar, and a terrifyingly familiar body slammed into the building. The hiss of acid, acrid and stinging, splashed through the doorway and onto the Beast. She yelled, desperate gaze spinning to the humans huddled in the crumbling house. 

 

"No! NO! Get out of here! Out the back-"

 

A scream, and the world around her was buried. Nahia groaned, just barely managing to catching the roof collapsing onto her. She exhaled loudly as she strained, yellow eyes frantically searching. She was too late. She was too late! The raid had already begun, and in full force. That acid wasn't helping much either. It had torn away at her skin but had already begun to heal. She may not have supernatural abilities, but she was resilient. Her arms trembled at the sheer weight of the building upon her, her teeth grinding. 

 

"Are you still there? Please, I can't hold this much longer! Get out while you can!" 

 

 

 

 

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There were no bitter feelings Candide had for this Apostle.  Sure, a natural, mild disdain was present, but that was stuck to most of those that followed the Lord.  Neither of the gods were, in essence, better than the other, but one of them could definitely wrong the other.  That the Lord did, and so Candide could not have in good conscious turned to her in loyalty.  This fellow took that loyalty a step further by accepting a weapon to fight on her behalf.  How- accomplished- this fellow ought to feel being on the- right side.  Ugh.  The mere thought nearly brought a scowl to Candide’s features.  Still, he kept up a polite expression.  His hands raised in mock surrender.

 

“Yes, an explanation would be proper.” Candide’s hands clapped together, and he ran his thumb over his knuckles as if nervous.  “I suppose an honest answer would be along the lines of scheming, though that makes me sound like a satirical villain.”  The Disciple pocketed his hands and tilted his head slightly.  He hummed a few soothing notes to settle the tense air.

 

“Though it might seem a little bleak, I’m going to have you down here for a bit more.” Candide’s gaze flicked over his shoulder and then back to Damaris.  “Once everything in town is sorted out I’m going to let you go.  Until then, you might as well get comfortable here.  Bringing you harm would be counterproductive- currently.”  Magnes had done a bit of a number on the Apostle’s hand… That cart had medical supplies.  It would do- and Magnes could make up for the cut as he wanted.

 

Candide offered a small bow with unspoken sarcasm.  “I’ll ask Magnes to give you a bandage.” He stood upright and put a hand on the door.  “Pity it had to be this way.”  A hollow smile crossed his lips before he left to get Magnes.  “I would have liked to know if you were as sweet as you seemed.”

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"I'm glad you think so, I hope my presence hasn't given you too much of a frighten." Damaris chuckled, holding the harpy's hand light but firm in his own. Magnes's hand felt much more different in comparison. There was a roughness about them that reminded the Apostle to that of a bird, which clearly made sense considering that the Beast was in fact, partially a bird. Was almost silly of himself to think such a thing and he soon laughed at himself. How easily some things slipped his mind.

 

When his eyes flickered to the source of the Beast's fluster, there came a sharp inhale of air and a hiss, the Apostle stepping back on the defensive. Jagged lines of crimson trailed down Damaris's hand, blood welling up from the scores that carved his skin. While the initial shock of the scratches set him on edge he offered a small smile in reassurance to Magnes. This was fine, nothing that couldn't be fixed though it certainly didn't look pretty on the eyes. He tucked the wounded hand just barely against his chest and returned to the bars, gritting his teeth at the throbbing sting. "Hey, hey look at me, Magnes. Everything is okay, its just a little scratch so there's no need to fret over this, alright?" Damaris tried his best to soothe the Beast but he was just so...emotional. How could he expect to calm him down like this? 

 

Perhaps the Apostle should have been harsh and demeaning considering Magnes was a Beast and this was probably beyond breaking the rules set for him. But just seeing the harpy so torn up over something so little, he felt nothing but sympathy for the lad. He was just trying to do his best and Damaris understood as much. It wasn't his fault that Candide had given him a startle so there was no one at fault here, just an accident. That's all it was. 

 

Damaris watched as the Beast shuffled his distraught form out of the room and he couldn't help but call after him. "I hope to see you again." He couldn't let Magnes leave without knowing he wasn't upset with him and once he said his peace he returned to sitting back onto the bed. Amber eyes narrowed as he examined his hand over with mild concern. Definitely would need some bandaging for this. The harpy's talons, while they didn't sink into the skin, their initial impact and force was enough for the skin to be cut almost like paper. It was evident that the claws weren't filed and there's no telling what they've been used for either so the Apostle sighed. He really needed to get this cleaned up. 

 

At first he paid little to no mind to Candide until the man started humming some sort of tune that made him raise his head to look at him. Tensions easily melted away but that still didn't take the initial edge off of his irritation either. Some things just couldn't be tampered with. "Its not any sort of answer I was hoping for but its better than none I guess." Damaris said with a grumble. "Just- just let me know when something changes or comes up I guess, not like I can do harm or go anywhere." With a role of his eyes he lowly quipped, "I doubt you'd just let me go so easily anyway." He didn't want to be so sour towards the man but with everything that's happened in such a short amount of time, it was hard for the Apostle to refrain his bitterness. 

 

Exhaling, Damaris rose back onto his feet. His good hand gripping onto the cell bars for that was as far as he was allowed to follow. His voice was softer, almost troubled when he spoke back to Candide. "It is most unfortunate, yes." A soft sigh left him, "You caught me at a bad time, and perhaps if you came back at a better one you might see a side you'd much rather prefer." 

 

 

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Without the roof to block off access to the interior of the home, Raghnall snaked his head inside. A long, forked tongue flicked from his jaws to taste the air and he rumbled with delight at the detection of blood. That meant there was a snack to be had here. Though along with the scent and taste of a potential kill came something more familiar and distinct, something akin to that of another Beast. Had someone already beaten him to this location? A flash of heat registered to his eyes and he snarled as his head swiveled to one of the corners of the room. Gaze set and trained onto what appeared to be a small child. No, he wasn't too late just yet. 

 

The massive Beast reared his neck back and thrust his head as far is it could go, snapping his jaws viciously as he tried to bring the child from its place of hiding. But alas, he was just barley out of reach and the wooden panels from the destroyed ceiling were digging into his neck uncomfortably so. Looks like he'd have to leave this little nibble for someone else, what a shame. He had hoped this home would bring in a large meal but it wasn't even enough to be considered that, much less a snack. What a disappointment this town was turning out to be, though the chaos the Beasts were spreading was far from being a letdown. To think that they were only getting started. 

 

Raghnall made his frustrations known with another bellowing roar before he took his presence elsewhere. His winding body slipping off of the wrecked foundations of demolished buildings as he clawed his ways into the streets. There was a lot of movement to be detected in this area and when he scented the air again to gather some bearings he cracked a toothy grin. Ah, the Apostles are already on the move? How delightful. Looks like it was time for someone to give them a nice warm welcome. And who could be a better Beast than himself to get the job done? Oh how thrilled Julius would be when the Disciple founds out just how many Apostles he's taken care of! There would certainly be a reward waiting for him when they got back. He was almost certain of it. 

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His breath caught in his throat as Varian pushed himself up against the farthest corner of the building. Something, something with a giant head and snapping teeth was inside the remains of his home now and teeth like knives were only a few inches away from where he was curled up in a ball. But although it got closer and closer, it never quite managed to reach him, and eventually the head retreated. Not that he noticed all that much, because as soon as he looked up to see where the thing had gone, the massive creature suddenly let out a tremendous roar that had him pressing his hands over his ears and curling in on himself all over again in the far corner. 

 

He was scared. He was more scared than he had ever been in his entire life. His whole body was shaking with terror and even if he had half a mind to get up and run, there was a disconnect between his panicked brain and his trembling body. He couldn’t move from the corner he had squashed himself in, even as he felt something sharp pressing against his side. Probably a piece of splintered wood, since even if this side of the house was stable for now that didn’t mean all the furniture in the room had come away unscathed. 

 

But more importantly his mom. Where was his mom? She had vanished and he couldn’t see any trace of her. He hadn’t seen his dad at all. Had he been deeper in the house? Choking back a soft sob, Varian shoved the back of his hand into his mouth and bit down hard on his skin, trying to stop himself from crying as best he could. He could hear someone calling for him, but it sounded suspiciously like that Beast his mother had pulled him away from. If he was quiet, maybe it would go away like the other one. He clung to the thought as best he could, trying to calm down his trembling shoulders and choke back audible sobs even as the tears continued to flow. 

 

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It didn’t take long at all for them to make to the base of the mountain. It was a strange, solitary peak that seemed horribly out of place compared to the rest of the terrain, but that just made it even more identifiably the home base of Apostles. Taking a long, contemplative drag of his cigarette, he blew out a puff of smoke before holding out a hand and touching the steep, sloping side of the fortress. His hand disappeared into the dirt, passing through it like it wasn’t there at all, and sunk in a few more inches. “Hold on,” Julius said with a smile towards Argus. He was flying a little bit blind here, but how hard could it be to find a hallway and work his way up? Sure, nobody had actually been in the Fortress and lived to tell the tale, but how hard could it be?

 

Then, suddenly, his hand stopped, encountering a wall. Except that wasn’t right, he should be able to pass through any walls with ease. And then it wasn’t even a normal wall, since the palm of his hand suddenly burned and with a sharp hiss he pulled back, jerking his hand out of the mountain and holding it close to his chest, ripping off the white glove in the process. His entire hand throbbed with pain, and when he glanced at it he could see faint purple lines like veins fading into his skin. That was…new.

 

“You losing your touch?” Argus chimed from his shoulder, content with licking one of his paws as if he was bored by the whole affair.

 

“No, there’s something here,” Julius replied with a frown, reaching out again. But instead of his hand harmlessly passing through the dirt, he dug his fingers into the soil, scraping the top few layers away. There, just underneath. It wasn’t normal stone, but rather something else entirely. Something pure white that throbbed with power and made him gnash his teeth in disgust. Clearly, the Lord’s work. “Ugh, I guess I’ll have to go in through the front door,” Julius said with a scowl, giving his hand a shake to fight off the remaining numbness in his fingers before slipping the glove back on. 

 

“I’m bailing, then,” Argus replied, blinking his yellowish eyes owlishly. “I’d suggest you do as well. If you can’t get in, who is to say you can get out? You shouldn’t risk that.”

 

“I’ll be fine,” Julius replied with a dismissive wave of a gloved hand. “Go make sure Candide and Cyrus haven’t burned the house down yet, okay?” The cat nodded and, with that, vanished to presumably go back home. Which left Julius and the mountain all alone. Curiosity sure was a powerful thing. Oh well, all the Apostles were probably out of the mountain already given an attack was right on their doorstep. What better time was there to explore their secretive home? Rising through the air as if he was on an invisible elevator, he blew out another puff of smoke as he made his way towards the large doors set into the mountain itself. 

 

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Sonya was in town by now, having sprinted down the side of the mountain as fast as she could. It was a good thing that entrance to the fortress wasn’t actually that high up on the mountain, otherwise trying to make it into town would take much longer than a few moments by foot. Still, she didn’t stop to hesitate now that she was in the fray. It was time to save lives and that meant no hesitation.

 

Near the edge of town was the massive Beast, clawing its way through buildings. That was going to be the biggest threat, and with a huff she squared her shoulders and drew her arm back, as if throwing a punch at the Beast despite the fact it was several hundred feet away from her. But as she drew her arm back, the spikes on her knuckledusters began to glow, and when she swung her fist forward the spikes launched forward, propelled off her knuckledusters like quills and zipped through the air towards the massive Beast. It was too big to take down on her own, but if she could kite it around until reinforcements arrived maybe teamwork would help. 

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The longer she strained beneath the debris, the more Nahia struggled. The air stung copper with blood nearby, not all of it her own. One of the humans in the house...it was likely too late to save them. Pain seared through her mind, scathing her thoughts. It wasn't physical pain, no, that wasn't the worst part. It was the fact she couldn't make up her mind. Minds? She wasn't sure. Half of her, the green one, desperately wanted to attack Raghnall. It was a hot, burning anger that sent prickles of pain behind her eyes. The other one, the golden one, insisted upon protecting the child. The child that was quite nearly-

 

As the beast shoved its massive head through the gap, Nahia snarled. He was so close, right within her reach. Her eyes flashing with wisps of green, she couldn't resist this cheap shot. This rage was hot, unbearably so. She couldn't keep this soul wrangled. Shifting all this weight to one arm, she swiped angrily at the massive creature's second mouth. "GET OUT!" The weight above her shifted as Raghnall moved, sloughing off most of the debris from her arms. With this opportunity, she sprung onto the monster. Claws latched onto the Beast's neck, her own jaws snapping to get a hold of skin. 

 

It was then, as Raghnall slithered from out of the crushed building, did Nahia realize she wasn't the only one attacking. An Apostle, armed with fearsome claws herself, was launching to grab onto the massive creature as well. Ears angling backwards, the much smaller Beast dug her claws deeper into the monster's skin. She would have to fight two different enemies, then. Then she would have to return to the trapped child. For now, Raghnall was the most important object to focus on. 

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There was little to be done about this, and so Candide took to doing what he said of his intentions.  The crawling vines outside were starting to curl through windows.  The small windows were easily cleaned, however.  A toss here, a brushing there and everything was fine.  It didn’t change much, but it was one less thing for Julius to tend to.

 

As commanded, Magnes was tending to Cyrus.  Candide made sure to stop by his acquired goods and take out what would be useful for Damaris’s hand.  Once near to Magnes the Disciple presented the wrapping to Magnes and motioned with his head over his shoulder.  “Go tend to the Apostle.  I’m going to look after Cyrus.”  Candide went to Cyrus’s bedside and sat on the edge of the bed.  His eyes were half-lidded and a small smile rose on to his lips.  “You’re bound to get farther with him than I could.  Make sure that he gets comfortable.  After our raid, the Apostles are going to be very tense.  The Apostle suddenly appearing right after a large battle would be- suspicious.”

 

Candide put a knuckle to his lips in thought.  “Though, perhaps sooner would be better for his return.  With that little girl spreading words about us- might make her seem untrustworthy for the Apostle to return unharmed.”  A soft chuckle left his lips.  “After all, when he returns- he’ll be merely coming back from escorting some friendly travelers.”

 

No- no, no, no.  That wouldn't do.  This was a Disciple.  He'd be able to break any memory spell song with enough will.  If Candide didn't try to get in his good graces it wouldn't be effective.  He'd have to- how did people say it? Bend at the knee? Hip?  For someone quick for the quip- idioms did so easily get confused for Candide.  The Disciple waved his hand, clearing his thought with it.

 

"By the stars... I'm an idiot.  Nevermind.  Stick with Cyrus.  I have to go figure out what I'm doing with my life."  Candide pinched the bridge of his nose and went back towards the door.  He had too much n his mind to plan clearly.  Julius was out- Argus was out- Noodles was in action.  Too much happening to keep his own ideas in line.  Not like he could resist his mind wandering to them.  Hard not to worry about his fellow Disciple.

 

Candide prefaced his arrival in the cell by talking.  No need to startle the Apostle.  His footfalls were a bit heavy, and his monotone was heavy with disdain for his mental state.  Or perhaps it was the implied sarcasm.  "Could you guess it was me coming down the stairs?"  Candide opened and shut the door of the cell in minor haste.  He took in a breath slowly to ground himself before going over to Damaris with a similar speed.  Being in the castle, Candide was comfortable.  He walked fast, but not at an inhuman pace.  No need to let something like that slip.  "I'm not keen on letting you sit here and dwell on- unpleasant thoughts of me."  Candide held up the wrap for Damaris to see.  "Figured I could make some good memories to dwell on for you."  He caught himself, eyes narrowing.  "That sounded a bit strange-"  He hummed to himself, knuckle to his lip, eyes to the floor.  "I want to-"  What was the word for it?  "I'd like to- help you.  Some."  Ugh.  Kind of felt- gross.  Helping an Apostle?  This was for the plan though.  For the plan.  Yes.

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Raghnall snarled with agitation, rearing onto his hind legs as he twisted his head to knock the nuisance of a Beast off of his neck. Nahia's nails and teeth were feeble in their attempt to break deep into the flesh but that didn't mean it didn't give the massive creature discomfort. It was like a flea or a tick- so minuscule and hardly noticeable to the eye yet such a pest. When would this pup learn not to aim for the titans? Just the mere thought of her making an attempt to stop him almost made him laugh. Almost. It was a pity in honest, sad to see such a life go to waste. Then again, it wasn't like he cared- she brought this upon herself after all. 

 

"You foolish wretch, I'll tear you apart!" Whipping his tail around, Raghnall snatched Nahia into a tight coil to pry the enraged Beast away. Just a flick of the appendage was enough to fling her into a nearby wall, though it didn't stop there. He was relentless in his pursuit as he soon closed in on her once more, talons splayed as he kept the furious creature pinned with just a single claw. His head lowered to be leveled with hers with eyes as cold as ice. Maw just mere feet away from Nahia's face. If he desired he could have easily killed her then and there, just crush her fragile little body and watch the life drain away but no, that would be too merciful. He wanted to see this traitorous worm crawl like the insect she was. 

 

A loud rumble rippled from the Beast's frame as it was assumed to be laughter? The sound was chilling nonetheless but he didn't seem to hostile, least not in the moment. It was almost as if he was enjoying himself. "How does it feel to be a traitor, Nahia? Saving pathetic lives, interfering in plans- just what will the Baron think of you, pup?" Raghnall's grip applied just a slight amount of pressure, just enough to enforce who was in power. "He should just rid of you here and now, spare the massacre of what will become of you. But its a little late for that." His jaws opened wide, neck muscles flexing as he made to move in for the finishing blow- except no such attack ever came. Just a sharp cry ripped from the Beast's maw instead, with a sound akin to that of pain. Something clearly wasn't right. 

 

An array of quills littered the side of Raghnall's stomach, the monster twisting and writhing as if to make the pain stop. The grip he once had on Nahia soon vanished as his attention readjusted onto the lone Apostle. Just what was in those things? With something made from the Lord lodged into his skin it served as some sort of poison, a corrosive of sorts that burned and seared any piece of his body that came into contact with it. The Beast was sure to recover from the initial shock but the pain was enough to be of a distracting throb. How dare they injure his being! Collecting himself, Raghnall hissed with jaws flashing teeth, acid rolling off in trickles as he circled the woman. Seemed Nahia was no longer of concern with a new challenger to face-off with. Back turned to the Beast, he gave one last intimidating screech and dove straight for the Apostle.

 

 

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Last thing anything Damaris would have expected was for Candide to come back for him. To the Apostle it seemed as if both of them were on conflicting sides, neither one of them caring for the other's favor. Much less their presence. So when the man was actually seen returning to the cell he had to withhold his initial expression of surprise. Though if preference was anything to go by he much preferred the harpy to return instead. There was still so much tension between the two as it was, why couldn't Magnes just tend to him like before? The Beast certainly made for better company anyway.

 

"Couldn't have missed you from a mile away." Damaris quipped, his eyes falling with half-interest on the lad before trailing away to look at something else. "Looks like someone decided to change their mind, or perhaps its because you're not through with me yet? Its really hard to tell which in these kidnapping situations." Ah yes, two could toy at sarcasm. An underlining bitterness was clearly evident in the Apostle's words however. Banter or not he was still heavily troubled by the situation. The more Candide spoke to him the more he found himself turning over his shoulder to listen, having been attracted enough, he was practically facing the man at this point. So much for trying to ignore him. 

 

Amber eyes settled onto the wrap for a solid minute before they flicked back up to meet the near dull gaze of his captor. Was this guy actually being serious? After all that talk he actually wanted to clear the air? It would have been a comfort or a nice gesture but considering the circumstances it came off as rather bizarre, odd even. Even so Damaris wasn't one to disappoint so he decided to play along to whatever this man was seeming to be getting at. As much as he detested it but there just wasn't many options left for him at his point. "Sounds like you're out of your element with this, though do correct me if I'm wrong but it seems as if you don't encounter others as often. Having quite a stumble with your words there." He commented with a slight smile, motioning with his hand to show it was safe to approach further. No need to leave his hand unattended for too long.

 

Though he still had a wariness about him, the sourness he once possessed gradually ebbed away the more he chatted in an attempt to form some way of understanding between them. Wasn't easy as it was made out to be however. "If you'd like to help me then lend me a hand with this," Damaris held up his injured hand before lowering it back down. "Then we'll possibly see about those 'good memories'. How does that sound? Either way I'd much prefer the latter, unless you'd rather me patch up my own hand myself." 

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She was small in comparison to Raghnall, she knew that. She just hadn't expected to be thrown so easily. With a sharp breath, she was slammed into a nearby building. Bones snapped on impact, her ribs and spine unable to hold with such alarming force. Before she could even hit the ground, the massive beast was upon her once again, pinning her much smaller body to the wall. Nahia spluttered as she tried to breathe, blood trailing down her snout. Despite her already horrid condition, her expression remained serious and eyes were clear. Pain was no new concept to her, and it would not make her falter. Screwing up her face, she spat a mouthful of blood into the larger beast's face. 

 

"He'd bring me back if he killed me. You know it as much as I do." Her voice was grim, as if this had happened before. "The green one means too much to him to let go." As the pressure increased on her body, her vision fogged as it flickered to a past she did not know. Two pasts, one shrouded in green, the other bathed in gold. 

 

A life aside a brother, not by blood but by bond. The two of you live in solemn shadow. He held you as you died, bleeding in his arms. 

 

A life of struggle shadowed by war. When the war finally reaches you, you think to be ready for it. A bullet in the head proves otherwise. 

 

Life snapped back to her all at once as she slammed to the ground. Nahia gasped as the world came into clarity. She lay on her back, eyes staring wide at the sky. She saw faces. Flashes of life beyond what she was currently living. She rose slowly, a hand coming to wipe blood from her mouth. She wasn't going to die today. Not like this. As she stood, she could already feel her lesser injuries knit together and heal. Her wounds were from a Beast; she could heal much faster from those. Yellow eyes flickered to the Apostle who had dealt such injuries to her enemy. With the Apostle, Nahia was at an edge. She could kill him, with this Apostle against him too. 

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