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North blinked when he saw the animal that was in Sawyer's arms. Sawyer gave a sheepish laugh.
"Its a ferret." She said.
"I see," North studied the animal further, stroking his beard. "Where did you find it?"
"In the woods," Sawyer explained, "She was...sick. I know we already have three animals-"
"Excuse you, Miss Frost, we have two." Cheshire said, fur bristling. "Zephyr and Sam are animals." Upon hearing their names, the two stared at Cheshire, then at each other with unamused looks. Zephyr, who was in his panther form, huffed.
Sawyer gave Cheshire a confused look, "Chesh...Chesh, hon, you're a cat," Sawyer muttered. She turned back to North. "But, if you dont want another animal here, I understand. But, look at Taz!" She held up the white ferret in front of her, and the ferret, Taz, stared at North.
"'Taz?'"
Sawyer lowered Taz, "Yeah. Short for Tazmania. " Taz's tongue slowly stuck out, just a little bit, which North found rather amusing.
North looked over the ferret again. Then he shrugged, "You can keep Taz," North nodded in agreement. Sawyer gave a bright smile.
"Thank you!" She set Taz to the floor in front of Zephyr and Sam. Taz slowly sniffed them over, her body slowly moving towards them. Sam and Zephyr lazily looked at the white ferret. She scurried over to them and settled herself between Sam's front paws, making him look at Sawyer for help.
"No, Sam, be nice." Sawyer shook her finger playfully at him. Zephyr got up to get away. Sawyer wrapped an arm around Zephyrs neck and pulled him back. "You too, Zeph." Zephyr yawned to show how much he didnt care about this weird looking animal.
Cheshire gave a victorious smile, "So glad I'm not the one who has to have her following me around!"
Sawyer looked back at Cheshire. "That includes you. Everyone be nice to Taz. She's your new little sister now." Three whines chorused. Sawyer rolled her eyes, "You boys are so ridiculous."
North chuckled, "Very."
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Lucas was sitting in the tent. He was tired but couldn't sleep, he was bored but could barely think. He didn't want Lycaon to come back into the room.
As if the Man in the Moon was against him, Lycaon walked in.
"Lucas." Lucas slowly looked up at him, his cheek burning again. He didn't say anything. Lycaon jerked his head outside the tent, "C'mon."
"Where are we going?" Lucas whispered.
"For a walk." Lycaon said shortly, "Wolf form. Lets go." Lycaon walked out. Lucas stood up, and shifted.
When Lucas got out, Lycaon himself shifted, and moon he was a huge wolf how come he didnt remember he was a big wolf very very big. He was slightly smaller than Lupa, but Lupa herself was huge. His dark coat stood out of the snow easily, his size didnt help. Lucas changed into his own, feeling very intimidated. Lycaon began to walk, and Lucas followed his father. It was then that he realized they were heading to the trees.
'Sir,' Lucas began, 'We're walking away from the-'
'I know where I'm going, Lucas,' He growled, going deeper into the woods.
'...Am I coming back?'
Despite himself, Lycaon made a noise that sounded like a laugh, which eased Lucas's nerves, 'Yes, you are.'
Lucas slowly walked closer to Lycaon to the point where he was side by side with him, 'Okay.'
Lycaon kept walking without saying a word, the air was tense the entire way to where ever he was leading Lucas. Lucas's brain was rapidly thinking of different topics to try and bring up, but his voice wouldn't cooperate.
They ended up being at the edge of a crystal clear lake, the cold leaving a thick layer of ice over it. It was actually very beautiful, even though it was a lake.
Lycaon looked at his reflection, and Lucas did the same. Lycaons gaze was cold and blank, Lucas's was full of curiosity and slight worry.
'Lucas.'
'Yeah?' He said automatically, 'I mean, yes sir?'
Lycaon nodded slightly at the quick change, 'Why...Why would you want to meet me?' His tone was kept the same; devoid of any emotion. There was a slight edge.
Lucas was slightly taken aback by the question, 'I...I uh...'
'What did I say about stuttering?' He growled slightly, but quickly kept himself in check.
'Right.' Lucas nodded, 'I wanted to know who my biological father was.' Lycaon huffed, as if he was making fun of the thought. Lucas's eyebrows furrowed. 'What's wrong with that?'
Lycaon looked away, suddenly hesitating, '...I hope you realize I'm not...a loving person.'
Lucas knew that, deep down, but didnt want to realize it, 'Would you ever try to love me as your son?'
Lycaon wasn't even looking his direction. 'I have many children, Lucas. What do you think makes you special?' When Lycaon finally locked eye contact with him, and he looked worn.
'Maybe because you made me come to this lake to talk to me.' Lucas offered a smile, a cautious one, and Lycaons tired look grew more serious, staring him down.
'Do you know you look just like her? You...You have her smile.' He did. His muzzle scrunched up the way hers did, eyes squinting. It wasnt very specific, but it did put Lycaon on an angry edge.
'Her smile? Wait, you mean my mother?' Lucas suddenly grew excited, tail slowly beginning to wag, 'Who is she?'
Lycaon looked back at the lake, 'This place is beautiful, isnt it? Its a very calming place.'
'Wait, please dont change the subject-'
'I do not wish to speak about her,' Lycaon sharply growled, but paused.
'You just said I have her smile-'
'Observation.'
'But-'
Lycaon growled again, and actually snapped at him. Lucas jumped back, startled. 'You're doing what she always did. She never could shut up.'
Lucas's feared look made Lycaon stop what he was doing. This was also his son. He had some of his features, his blood. The older wolfs growling ceased, and he sighed.
'That mouth of yours could get you in trouble. Learn to just be quiet. Arguing is only going to make me angry.' Lucas's eyes were still wide, ears still flat against his head, but he nodded quickly, staying silent. His heart was beating rapidly, his nerves up, and for a second he thought Lycaon was going to hurt him. 'Good.'
They then sat in silence. Lucas felt it to be tense and slightly awkward. 'Lycaon?' He whispered.
'Yes, Lucas?'
Lucas shifted, 'Am I allowed to go out of the tent whenever?'
The god paused. He wasnt sure that was a good idea. Yeah, he didnt care about him, but...hes innocent and oblivious. 'No.'
Lucas gave a surprised look, 'No?' But then he quickly backed down, 'Oh. Okay. But...may I ask why?'
The larger wolf looked at him, 'Did you suddenly get memory loss?'
'No...' Lucas trailed, 'Can I at least ask some questions?'
Lycaon's look made Lucas feel he was stupid. He didnt like it, 'Lucas, the only safe place here is my tent. Okay? Unless you want to sleep with the drug addicts and starve, be my guest. But I highly doubt thats the treatment you want.'
'Wait, wont someone think you're playing favorites?'
Did Lucas really think someone would tell Lycaon off about playing favorites? He could take down several wolves alone. Though, then again, Lucas couldnt. Plus, it was a good point. 'For now you'll reside in the tent, until you've grown accustomed to life here.'
'Okay.' Lucas agreed. Lucas looked away, but Lycaon's stare lingered on him for a bit longer until he looked away as well.
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Sawyer was putting her plan into action. She had to wait until night to do it, but she knew that it would be worth it. It would hurt her a lot, yeah, but this was for Asher.
Asher, she knew, hated himself. He was self conscious about his body, and mainly his legs, which he had been his whole life. It wasnt like he had a choice on his legs, but she always felt bad for her twin.
So what was she going to do? Give him a chance. Plus, if it all goes well, he'd be happy to momentarily forget his stress and just enjoy life. Yes, the idea was sporadic, but her thoughts were typically that. Only now, she had power.
If he woke up during the process, she'd knock him out with golden sand. If he felt pain, a simple numbing spell would do. Yet, Taz, when Sawyer did it to her, didnt feel anything, as far as she knew.
She snuck unto his room, being quiet for a moment, and tossed some sand on his face for good measure. Then she moved his blanket up and thanked Asher for wearing shorts instead of pants, it'd be easier. She set her hands on his metal legs, starting with his full metal leg, and concentrated. Her hands began to itch and ache, her arms were slowly building pressure more and more until-
Oh. Sawyer stopped sharply. Her arm gave a loud pop. It hurt, she had to sit down for a second. She took a few deep breaths.
"You just started. Keep goin'" She said to herself. She forced her hands back and put more pressure and concentration, more than she ever had done before. Her arms hurt and pops were heard and Sawyer wondered how they weren't forced out of their sockets yet, cause thats what they felt like was about to happen. Sawyer bit her lip sharply. An hour passed, and no luck.
"Help me out, dude." She said to herself again.
"What am I supposed to do? Cant do much, kid."
"Just, I dunno, give me more power,"
"You already got it, just try harder."
"I am." She gave an aggravated sigh. "Y'know what? Here I go." Bright white shot out from her hands, illuminating the room brightly and Sawyer could feel anything but pain. She couldn't see what was going on, but she knew her hands were still in place. It took all her might not to scream as loud as she could. It all became to much, and her hands pushed her back to where she fell off the bed and onto the floor. Her nose was gushing with blood, and it was dark. She couldn't see.
No. No no no no. She was blind. Her eyes were open, she could feel it, but she couldn't see anything, it was black. Pure black.
"Hey, hey calm down, calm down, I'm sure its temporary, okay, breathe, kid,"
She sat there, steadying her breathing to stay calm. After forty minutes, she saw light. She blinked some more, and her sight came back.
"See? I was right."
"Yeah," Sawyer gave a relieved laugh, "I can see that."
She stood up and looked at Asher. Her hands shot her her mouth to hide her squeal. She jumped up and down slightly, nearly crying. She shook her hands, and put Asher's blanket back on. Her energy was draining, she simply couldnt work on his other leg. She snuck out of his room, went to hers and collapsed onto her bed, falling asleep with that wide grin still on her face.
"You're gonna do great things, kid," The voice softly laughed. "Great, impossible things."
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Short chapter, i know
FUN FACT#51: Sawyer is technically the 'star' of this series, due to her importance.
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