Chapter 7: Jaundice and Ire
A peek into the past
"Bro, slow down! I'm not as fast as you!"
"You gotta keep up little bro! Being fast is a big part of being a Huntsman!"
Asher and his older brother are running around a clearing, trees chopped down and making a training area in the woods.
"Why be fast when I can just be strong? If I can stop them from being faster then don't I win?"
Samson stops in the middle of their homemade track, Asher running into his back. He quickly turns around, looking for all the world like he could sprint another five miles. " being strong is all well and good little bro' but being shoehorned into one thing is never good. Broaden your horizons and be the best at everything you can get your paws on! If someone is expecting one thing do the other, be unpredictable! That's the path of a true huntsman of Giha village! We carry on the legacy!"
.
.
.
Man he really likes to talk huh.
"I get it bro. So if I'm good at everything then I can do anything?"
Samson gave Asher a thumbs up, giving a wide smile as well, "That's exactly right!"
"Man, you're so smart bro!"
Samson turned back around and started leading the way around the track again, "I gotta be Ash, I'm going to Beacon in a few years and they don't take in chumps. I have to be smart, and I have to be a good fighter. Otherwise those city kids will beat my head like a drum!"
'Beacon… I haven't really been giving it my all have I? I can't afford to play around when lives are in danger. Whether this world is a dream, a fantasy, or an alternate reality, I can't be slacking.'
"Hey bro…."
"Yeah?"
"Could you teach me how to fight with a shield? Like you do?"
"I thought you were learning how to fight with a hammer like dad?"
"Well yeah… but two handed hammers are slow… so if I use one hand, then have a shield in the other, I can be faster and more defensive right?"
Samson stopped once more, this time Asher running into his back.
"Uuf!"
Samson turned his head to the side, looking at his little brother over his shoulder with a wide smile covering his face.
"You're gonna make me cry little guy, you're too smart for your own good!"
He turned back around but this time headed toward the center of the track picking up a heater shield from where it leaned against a tree stump/chair, and tossed it over to the younger boy still standing on the track. "Well! No time like the present! I'm gonna come at you with everything I've got so you just do what you can and I'll see where to teach you from there!"
'Uh oh'
"Hey bro, don't forget about us while you're at Beacon yeah?"
Samson is now standing in front of a bullhead near the village a large bag over his shoulders, his long sword, Incognita, on his belt with his shield on his back. he , his brother, and his father are standing in front of the village gates, waiting for the pilot to get supplies and for the rest of the town to show up to wish Samson well.
"Of course not! Who the hell do you think I am?"
His crude language earned him a smack on the back of his head courtesy of their father, Agni. "watch your language boy, Your brother hasn't picked up all of your bad habits yet."
Samson rubbed the sore spot on his head grumbling all the while, "Aw come on pops, I'm not that bad."
Agni chuckled under his breath, "No I suppose you aren't." Agni was a monster of a man, standing at six feet five inches and built like a truck. His long hours working a forge leaving his face looking rod and blotchy, but the small beard helped to cover the worst of it, even if it was covered in ash and smelled of smoke, his hair on the other hand was a deep red, kept short so as to not catch any of the flames. "Remember to be thankful Samson, the whole village is coming to see you off, and to put our hopes with you. You're one of the lucky few every couple of years to get to go to a real huntsman academy."
"Yeah, I know. Thanks for putting up with me old man."
"Samson…."
"What's up little man?"
"You'll tell me about everything when you get back right? What it's like there?"
Samson suddenly got a serious look in his eyes, and walked over to Asher towering over him, both of the boys had seemed to inherit their father's height and build, with Samson being taller simply because he was older. "I don't need to tell you about Beacon. Because one day, you're gonna go there too. Then you'll know. And we will be the huntsman brothers, travelling all over Remnant bringing peace to the people!"
"You know that's not what I mean…."
Samson started to smile like his usual self again, " hehe I know, I just wanted to say one more inspirational speech for ya one last time! I know how you love them!"
"Come on bro…."
Around the corner of the wall came their mother, Azar. she was a smaller woman only coming up to Five and a half feet. She had long brown hair flowing to her shoulder blades, she helped run the shop while her husband forged the weapons and tools for the village. " the others are on their way! Samson you have everything you'll need right? Did you pack your toothbrush? OhmylittleboyisonhiswaytoBeaconIcan'tbelieveitwhatifyouneedsomethingfromhomedowesenditinthemailarewesupposedtodeliverittoyou?ohIjustdon'tknowifIcansendyououtthere-"
"Azzy! He'll be fine. He's a grown man now and we can't keep him here forever. Even if we really want to…."
'Geez dad come on.'
"Anyway!" Samson cuts through the awkward air, "I wasn't expecting the whole town to show up to see me off, why is that?"
Agni leans against the wooden wall, no small amount of pride on his face, "Well, considering you and your brother are the two strongest in our village besides me, I'd say they've grown rather fond of you."
'And he's not wrong, comparing me and Samson to the other 'guards' we outclass them in almost everything, dad is the only one still able to whip us around the yard in training'
The rest of the village came around the corner finally and started to all chatter to each other
"How long is he gonna be gone?"
"This boy has great things in store!"
"He'll be the top of his class he will!"
"Not in smarts though…."
Samson heard that last one and got an annoyed expression on his face, "Hey! I'm smart! I just… don't like showing off?"
"YEAH RIGHT!"
"It wasn't your fault Ash…."
Asher is now alone in his room surrounded by his blueprints and work-in-progress, he is sitting on his bed staring into the blank space on the floor in front of him with an unreadable expression on his face.
"You can't blame yourself for this, he knew the risks of being a huntsman when he went to the academy."
"We were supposed to be huntsmen together…." these were the first words Asher had spoken since the grimm raid, close to four days since.
"I know son, I'm sorry it turned out this way."
A smaller kinder soul, Ozpin? You never stood a chance if this is the best you could conjure you old fool.
The scene is now a hellscape, grimm run rampant over what was once a small village, where a family had their forge works.
But maybe, my own champions can take away what last shred of insignificant hope you have left.
And then a silhouette began to appear, growing in size every passing second. It was massive and cast a shadow so large it covered all of vale, and it roared a challenge into the night.
"Gaaghh!"
I lean forward in my bed, my head pounding out a rhythm with my heart.
"Jesus Christ what the hell was that…" I turn to look at my roommate, still soundly asleep in his bed. Our dorm covered in posters for games and movies with only the broken moon shining through the window for light.
That… couldn't have been… her, could it have? I didn't think I would be on her radar yet, and if I am, why isn't Lee as well?
Because you're coming of age
Oh great what the hell does that mean voice? Also, do you have a name? It's kinda weird just calling you voice.
My power is slowly joining with you, all of your growing pains can be attributed to me. And yes I do have a name, Ancalagon. I believe one of your tales contained my name.
Wait… Ancalagon? I think I've heard that before but it's been a long time, I suppose twelve years is long enough to forget a lot of things. Ancalagon, Ancalagon, Ancala- WAIT, ANCALAGON THE BLACK? FROM LORD OF THE RINGS!?
Yes, I believe so, I recognized my name when I brought you over, it used to be your favorite series if I recall, and I was surprised that the humans remembered me. While you are all short lived, your abilities to tell stories are fascinating and rival those of a dragon.
Wait a fucking minute, is lord of the rings real?
Of course not, many of the figures in your fiction simply have a real world basis. Do you really think humans came up with dragons themselves, or hydra or that matter? Humans aren't nearly that imaginative.
I see, so then you're a dragon.
Obviously….
Jesus, I have a dragon in my head.
Well, I see that you have much to think about. I leave you to it then.
Whoa, wait a second I still need to know why you're in my head!
.
.
.
Of course, he's a real chatty Cathy when he wants to be, but when I start needing answers, poof he's gone!
So… I have a dragon in my head huh? Sounds like a bad fan fiction….
But I guess I'll let that slide for now. I need to focus on what… (He?) was saying. I'm changing, and he called them growing pains. My whole body has been sore for the longest while, almost a few weeks at this point, thinking about it now, after the initiation so almost a month-ish. How long is this gonna be going on then I wonder? What's going to happen to me?
My headaches have only been getting worse, it's been a few days since my conversation with… Ancalagon, ( Jesus I can't believe he's real ) and my body is more sore than ever with splitting headaches joining them. I can barely focus sometimes my head hurts so much, and I have a feeling it's only gonna get worse.
"You alright?" we're seated at a table in the cafeteria, with RWBY and JNPR sitting with us, Lee's looking at me like I might break in half right in front of him. I haven't told anyone about what's been going on, I don't think even Lee would believe me at this point.
"Yeah… why?"
"You look tired man, like you haven't slept in days." Well he's not wrong, I haven't been sleeping right, between planning out the future and the migraines, it hasn't been a good time for my sleep schedule.
"M' fine don't worry about it."
"Speaking of fine, Jaune are you ok?" Oh, looks like it's time for that huh? Pyrrha is looking at Jaune like someone might look at a sad puppy, and Jaune is staring vacantly ahead until Ruby hits his shoulder to get his attention.
"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?"
Ruby gets into their conversation with her own little observation, "It's just that you seem a little… not ok?" very observant, Rubes.
Jaune tries to defend himself from everyone's gaze, mine not included I can barely focus on eating as it is, I'm just listening. "Guys I'm fine, seriously look!" it's not very convincing though, and as he's talking I see something that sets me even further on edge. Winchester and his little gang picking on the rabbit eared faunus, Velvet Scarlatina. Just seeing it is making me angry enough to melt my fork in my hand, and it seems like Blake noticed that.
"Scuse' me." I get up from the table, leaving my ruined utensil behind, Lee makes a move to follow me but I gesture to him to sit back down, and continue walking toward the focus of my ire.
"Winchester, didn't Lee and I tell you we would be watching for this shit? I don't like being ignored."
It would be wise to remember the old professor's words and be more diplomatic don't you think?
FUCK OFF, you don't talk to me for days after dropping a bomb and all of a sudden you expect me to just listen? No fuck that, I'm sick of being the same pushover I was on earth.
Cardin still has his stupid smirk, the one he wears when he thinks he's untouchable, looks like he doesn't remember how I wiped the floor with him. "Come on, it's just an animal!"
"Just an animal huh?" I'm standing in front of him now, is he smaller? Whatever.
"Yeah! I don't see why you care, being little better than an animal yourself, you freak." Ah, looks like he does remember, he must think I'm a freak because of my semblance or something, whatever I could give a shit what he thinks.
I grab him by the front of his shirt, his little cronies just standing there pissing themselves for all I care. "Listen here you waste of DNA, I don't care who you think you are, I don't care what you think, in fact I don't really care what anyone thinks about this. You. do not. Mess. With faunus. I will hurt you much worse than last time if I see this again. I'm done playing games Winchester." by the time I'm finished with my speech I've lifted him a few inches off the floor and held him up to the wall, his teammates not doing anything besides titter around like lost birds.
"W-whatever, just put me down freak!"
"I don't think you understood me…. I sai-"
"Uhm, e-excuse me, would you please put him down? I don't want you getting into trouble…." Now that's a familiar accent, I turn to look at eh rabbit girl I just defended, and she looks… scared?
"You want me to just let them get away with this stuff? They won't stop unless someone stops them you know this right?"
"I know, but they won't learn why what they're doing is wrong if you do this." damn, she's got a point. I look back at Winchester where I have him pinned against the wall, his feet dangling in the air. I suppose doing this doesn't help anyone except me huh? I wouldn't be any better than the fang. Fucking terrorists.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry." I let go of the bully and watch him scurry off with his cronies. He shouts some kind of threat over his shoulder but I'm not listening. I look at Velvet, and she's tiny. Smaller than I thought she would be really. Brown hair, bunny ears, and an accent that sounds suspiciously Australian.
"It's alright, thank you for helping, are you sure you aren't worried about them coming after you?"
I blew air through my nose at that, blowing out a fair amount of steam, "Them? Nah, they couldn't hurt me with two whole teams of themselves. I wouldn't worry about it."
"Oh, well um, if you say so. Thank you again."
"Don't worry about it, see ya later."
I turned around and walked back to finish my meal, my bad mood still hanging over my head, but nearly as bad as before. Helping Velvet made me feel a little better.
Lee decided that Asher was not OK. His temper was the shortest he'd ever seen it, here or on earth, and he had a notorious anger problem. Plus, he looked taller than he was a few days ago, almost hitting the top of the door frame, which was almost seven feet high. So something was up. His best friend was acting strange, his body was changing, and he was just… angry, all the time. Lee was very concerned and decided to talk to someone who might have a good idea what was up, someone who had experience with moody friends and body changes. Blake! Although he wasn't sure how to approach her. She had kept her distance from him and Asher like they were the plague, and he wasn't even sure why! Honestly the whole debacle was giving him conniptions. He was walking to team RWBY's dorm after the long day, confident in his knowledge of the coming days, of Winchesters controlling of Jaune and the subsequent change in his self-esteem. Things were gonna be hitting the fan soon, and he and Asher were gonna be the ones to make sure everything went well for all involved. Besides the baddies of course! Fairly soon he made his way to the door of team Rwby and knocked, hoping someone was there.
"Who is it?" ah the heiress, time to turn on the charm Lee.
"It's Lee, I was hoping to talk to you guys about something… uh… well troublesome would be a good word for it."
Weiss cracked open the door, looking around for some reason. And let him inside where the rest of her team were either relaxing or doing schoolwork, the former more than the latter in the case of the two sisters. Lee wasn't too surprised by their habits.
"Thanks, I'm worried about Ash and was hoping you guys would have some advice."
"What's wrong with Asher? Is he sick? Or dying?! *gasp* what if he's sick and dying!?"
"I'm sure it's nothing like that Rubes." well there go the sisters.
Lee chuckles a bit, amused at their antics and continues where he left off, "nah he's none of those, least I don't think so. He's just been… not Asher really. His temper is the worst I've ever seen, and he's… well it's like he's getting bigger. He's stronger in sparring and he's taller than he was, his body is bulking up and I almost never see him work out more than he usually does. I'm just not sure what's going on."
Weiss seemed uninterested, that may because Ash has left a… less than optimal impression on her. She was back sitting at her desk, going over her notes and books for class, "Have you tried simply, talking to him?"
"Usually even when his temper is lower than this, he doesn't have a lot of patience for talking. And getting him to acknowledge his problems? Fat chance."
Yang decided to chime in with her two bits, "what if you guys just had a detox day? You know, just let the stress out with some activities. Don't know what to tell you about the body changes. drugs?"
"Whoa! Asher hates drugs with a passion! Says it goes against his moral code or something like that. And activities? What are you suggesting, bowling? No, I'm just worried. He doesn't talk much and he's kinda anti-social. Really I'm surprised he and Jaune became such fast friends it usually takes him a few months to make a friend."
"Hey! What about us?" Ruby interjected, a pout on her face. " I've been his friend just as long as Jaune has!"
"Again, surprised the hell outta me." Lee couldn't help but smile. Everything he said had been true, on earth Asher, or as he was known then Nathan, was antisocial to the highest degree. He could know someone for years and never once consider them anything more than acquaintance, even if the other person saw them as best friends and they were together all the time. "I guess you must have left an impression on him then. Besides Weiss of course, I'm not sure you two will ever get along."
"Hey! I'll have you know I've been cordial every time I have spoken to Asher! Why I've even invited him to study sessions!"
"Ha! Asher studying, that'll be the day!" Lee chuckled to himself, the conversation had been derailed a bit, and the person he had wanted to ask in the first place had been as quiet as a churchmouse. Ironic really. "Blake? Any thoughts on Asher?"
"Let him work through what he needs to." huh. Well that was simple enough.
"What do you mean?"
Blake closed her book and looked at lee with her trademark blank face, "What I mean is this, let Asher work through his problems. If he's like you say then you can't really help him right now. Just be there for him and be a good friend. He'll figure it out eventually."
"Hmmm, I guess. I just don't like doing nothing."
"Well, doing nothing is my suggestion."
Lee heaves out a sigh, not fully satisfied with the answers the team gave him, but willing to give that last one a try. Weiss looks up from her desk area and looks at Lee with a critical gaze and turns back to her work, she can understand wanting to be left alone, but the problem with that is you get exactly what you want. To be alone.
"Well… thanks for the advice girls. I guess I'll just let him be for now." Lee wasn't happy with his final decision, but he guessed it would be the best. He left the room after saying bye to Rwby, and went back to his own room. Asher was already back, sleeping at his desk with his head on a book, surrounded by notes of things to come, and the more mundane notes of classes. Lee smiled at his friend, hoping he would start to feel better soon, then went to bed.
I have decided that I am not feeling better. My entire body is sore, I'm tired as hell, and my head feels like an anvil taking a beating. But I couldn't go around feeling sorry for myself, sadly I have classes and planning to do.
Perhaps a day of rest would not be a bad idea
Shut up.
Lee and I make it to Ooblecks class after breakfast with the usual gang, Weiss was staring at me the whole time which was weird, but I didn't say anything. She's probably still mad about the whole "heiress" thing I called her out on.
Oobleck was zipping around the room, normally I would ask how he's doing it as I can't even track him, but I'm just gonna let it slide for now.
"Yes! Yes, prior to the Faunus Rights revolution-more popularly known as the Faunus War humankind was quite, quite adamant about centralizing Faunus population in Menagerie" he points to where Menagerie is on the map, that tiny island where the faunus are suffocating in numbers. "Now! While this must feel like ancient history to many of you, it is imperative to remember that these are relatively recent events! Why, the repercussions of the uprising can still be seen to this day!" you got that right Oobleck, "Now! Have any among you been subjugated or discriminated because of your Faunus heritage?"
A few of the kids raise their hands, I don't even need to look to know Velvet is raising her hand, what's she doing in our class anyways? "Dreadful, simply dreadful! Remember, students, it is precisely this kind of ignorance that breeds violence! I mean, I mean, I mean just look at what happened to the White Fang! Now, which one of you young scholars can tell me what many theorize to be the turning point in the third year of the War?" Weiss raises her hand next to me, for some reason she's been sticking about as close as Lee, which is doubly weird. I didn't think she and I got along. "Yes?"
Weiss looks happy that she was called on, and even happier she has the answer, "The battle at Fort Castle!" Isn't that a bit derivative?
"Precisely! And, who can tell me the advantage the Faunus had over General Lagune's forces?"
Cardin shoots his little ball at Jaune, and I let it go past me. I can't say I don't feel bad for letting this happen but it has to, to make Jaune the leader he was meant to be.
Jaune let's out an indignant "Hey!", looking around for whatever hit him
Oobleck zooms over to Jaunes desk, leaning over into his face, "Mr. Arc! Finally contributing to class! This is excellent! Excellent! What is the answer?" I think he knows Jaune wasn't paying attention, and this is him trying to have Jaune realize that he needs to learn.
"Uhhhh…" come on buddy, "The answer... The advantage... that the Faunus..."oh lordy, Pyrrha you aren't being as stealthy as you think, "...had over that guy's stuff...Uhh... Binoculars!"
Well, points for effort in my book. The whole class starts to burst into laughter except for Jaunes friends, and the laughter is not helping my headache.
Oobleck zips back to his desk, an almost disappointed expression on his face, "Very funny, Mr. Arc! Cardin! Perhaps you would care to share your thoughts on the subject!"
The smug bastard sits back in his chair, putting his feet on the table,"Well, I know it's a lot easier to train an animal than a soldier." I can feel the hardwood of the desk starting to crack in my hands. This piece of shit really knows how to push my buttons, I knew it was coming, but the amount of smugness in his tone just makes it worse. I grit my teeth, not wanting to get out of my desk, and crack cardin across the face with it.
"You aren't the most open minded of individuals are you cardin?" let him have it Pyrrha.
"What? You got a problem?"
"No, I have the answer! It's night vision. Many Faunus are known to have nearly-perfect sight in the dark."
Blake decides to toss in her two bits as well, getting another dig at Cardin,"General Lagune was inexperienced, and made the mistake of trying to ambush the Faunus in their sleep. His massive army was outmatched, and the general was captured. Perhaps if he'd paid attention in class, he wouldn't have been remembered as such a failure."
Cardin jumps out of his seat, looking ready to throw a punch. And I'm not one to sit down in a fight. I get out of my seat nearly as soon as cardin, but Oobleck stops us both from escalating any further, "Mr. Winchester, mr. Ryut! Please take your seats. You two and Mr. Arc can all see me after class for additional readings, and a talking to in proper classroom etiquette."
"Oohhhh..." it's not that bad Jaune.
"Now! Moving on!"
"I'm very disappointed with all three of you! Mr. Arc and Mr. Winchester, both of you have been slacking in my class. Your readings and essays are both sub-par, and I will not stand for it! Mr. Ryut, your temperament has been less than satisfactory as well, for the past two weeks you have been aggressive and downright confrontational. All of you! Beacon only accepts the best of the best, and it's about time you all acted like as such! All of you now owe me an essay over pages fifty-one to ninety-one! And Mr. Ryut, in accordance to your behaviour I'm assigning you detention with Professor Port. perhaps he will help you put you energies into a less, detrimental form." Well, I like Port, so that's not too bad.
We all leave the classroom after Oobleck dismisses us, oddly enough with him leaving first. Jaune gets through the door and I see Cardin getting ready to bump into him, I intercede and get in the way between the two. Forcing Cardin behind me while we all leave. I can hear the shit scoff at us, but he doesn't try anything with me right there. Jaune and I then go off to the side to talk to Pyrrha.
Perhaps it would be best to leave them to themselves, I believe it is time for us to hold a discussion.
Goddamnit. Fine, but only cause I want answers.
"Hey, I'm gonna go take care of something. Will you two be ok?"
Jaune looks over at me, like a scared kitten, but Pyrrha on the other hand looks happy to be alone with him. About what I expected then. "You'll be fine Jaune." weird, he doesn't look put at ease, more like he looks… sullen? Ah, he'll work it out.
I leave them to talk through things, while I head to the cliff side, where I had talked to Port all that time ago. I figured someplace secluded would be best for this. I take a seat on the edge of the cliff, my legs hanging out over the air, my only feeling is the wind, and the constant soreness and headaches that have been with me the past week or so.
I can provide an explanation for that. Though I doubt you will like it.
Well, get talking. I'm about damn done with all of this mystery crap.
That's part of it. I believe your rising temper is my fault, along with the change in your previous personality, although it should all return to how it was, with minor changes, when all is said and done.
What does that mean? You need to start explaining this shit you-
If you would stop interrupting me then I could tell you.
.
.
.
Thank you. Now, the reason for the soreness, the headaches , and the temper can all, sadly, be attributed to me. Your body is changing to accommodate my presence.
Well that's not ominous.
What did I just say about interrupting me? Anyway, the faunus you know, they are a byproduct. They were made so that others like us-
It's us now is it?
Silence. And yes, us, because like it or not, we are one being now. You will change, your body has been changing, and I will try to limit the changes to your personality. But you must understand, I don't have as much control as I would like. You will become short tempered, prideful, and above all else, protective. These are the greatest traits in dragons, and I was the greatest of all of them. I will try to help as much as I can, but eventually, I will fade. And we will truly become one being, with you at the lead. I am here to train, and to teach. I am sorry to have held this information for so long.
So… jesus, you're telling me I'm gonna become a faunus?
In the loosest of terms yes. But you will not be like them.
Fuck. FUCK. ok, I need to tell Lee.
That is unnecessary and I would advise against it.
Why the fuck would I not tell my best friend!?
Because he will soon be experiencing the same thing.
You mean-
Yes, he is one of us. Though not the same. There is no other dragon faunus, just as there is no other of what he is.
Well, do you know what he is?
As of now I would guess the Raijin, the thunderbeast of japanese gods.
Jesus, this is not how I thought all of this would be going.
I'm not sure what you were expecting, I have lived with you through all of this time, since you were brought to this world. Did you really think your semblance was just fire? You have not even touched the least of my abilities. In time, you will grow to be powerful. With my last host, I was the fourth most powerful being on Remnant. With you, I see us surpassing this.
Ok, one bomb at a time man.
Please refer to me as my name demands.
Then I say the same to you Ancalagon. I'm gonna need to think of a nickname for you that's too long.
If you wish, you may call me Gon.
Right. Sure, but are you sure I shouldn't even just , you know, warn Lee?
I think not, every one of our kind must learn on their own, otherwise they will be considered weak.
If you say so I guess. Well, thanks for telling me. I think I need to sleep now.
Yes, by my calculations, you will be done with the transformation in a week or so. You will be bigger, stronger, and faster, along with a few physical changes.
Explain?
No, where's the fun in that?
Shithead.
A/N HOLY SHIT, I'm very sorry this is so late. I don't have a good excuse besides exams and homework. Hopefully this amount of delay won't become normal. I had a rough time writing this, mostly because I was unsure of myself since there's kinda been a lack of activity for this story in regards to reviews and visitors. But I'll keep posting even if only one person wants to read this, and really, I just like writing. So! R&R, Pm me if you want to have an OC make an appearance, and overall, have a blessed day! Happy late thanksgiving, and happy early christmas!
