Jorah || M: Cybele, Open

The second chapter was just as interesting as the first. He could feel the story finally beginning to kick off, both George and Lennie having found their newest work, with the chapter introducing several other characters and acting as a form of Slice of Life. But as he read that same damn question arose, why did George care? What could Lennie possibly offer him? Hell, he even lied to his bosses face to help get Lennie a job! Lennie, the same man who has cause them a slew of issues in the past, and yet he still keeps him around. Is it pity? Surely, from what he knew people often took kindly to those less fortunate. Those incapable of caring for themselves... Children, elderly, the injured, and so much more. Why though? He sighed, Humans were odd things.

Jorah closed his book, his eyes closed as he raised his head to towards the sun. He could sense the faint tingle of warmth from the Californian Sun, and yet he couldn't feel it. He didn't feel much of anything in all honesty. His hand rose to touch his face, his fleshy hand slowly felt his malformed cheek. The brittle skin, cold and stoney in texture. Bone and decayed flesh. Dead. He surely looked human, but Jorah was sure he was anything but...

A small grunt sounded out from his side, catching his attention. Opening his pale ghostly eyes, he was met by a transparent figure. Jorah could feel his lips move down slightly, and the faintest of a strain within the pit of his stomach. No Mortal Man could do what he does...

"You know your the tenth one this week", Jorah said softly. There was a reason he avoided cities... The Spirits tended to stay near the places they died, and in cities it was often rather gruesome, much like the Spirit before him. Gone was his eyes, the once well fit dress shirt now torn and ragged, his body bloated slightly as if his body was tossed in the river, becaming pruney and pale. The Spirit was silent, standing before the young man before making another strange grunt as if requesting Jorah to follow.

No Mortal could do what he does, what he does was something only Monsters could fathom. He could see ghosts, let's not beat around the bush. No, not only see them, the Dead would even rise at his beck and call... Not that he'd do that, even if Jorah was a Monster the Spirits - like the one leading him through the park - were once living. Once people, and it was his job to release them from the Earth, to help them move onto whatever lay after death... A strange job he supposed, but Jorah was sure he was the only one who understood. He was one of them... At least he thinks. He wasn't truly like them, he was real. He could touch things, speak. He was alive somehow, yet not?

The Ghost lead him out of the park and through the city with practiced ease, as if it knew the streets by heart. Sadly Jorah quickly got lost in the turns, not that he cared. The pair moved to a more quiet part of town where the streets were practically empty, before the Ghost stopped before a flower shop. A small little thing,, out of the way form all eyes to see, like a hidden secret within the bustling city. The Spirit stared for a moment with their blind eyeless gaze, before running their gnarled transparent hands upon the door. They stood still, the World seeming to freeze until the Spirit backed away from the doorway, their expression holding a mixture of terror and confusion.

"You died here, didn't you?", Jorah asked.

The Ghost could only nod.

"This place was important, wasn't it?... Home?", was Jorah's reply.

Another nod, but the Ghost seemed to have calmed down. Jorah's eyes looked into the flower shop through the window, it was ran by a young woman around his age. He couldn't help but stare, his mouth agape as his eyes narrowed in a scrutinizing way. She felt familiar in a way he couldn't put a finger on, like she held a strange aura around her, something comparable to himself. But there was no way... The Others, creatures like him. He was sure he'd ran far enough. Jorah slowly backed away from the window, his eyes wondering towards the Ghost. It seemed to gaze at him intently, before Jorah nodded his head in an unspoken agreement. Taking a look wouldn't hurt. Both entered the store, yet only one truly made an entrance.

Jorah's eyes began to take in the shop, before looking back at the girl at the counter and once again he couldn't help but stare for a moment. Looking back at him was the greenest eyes he'd ever seen, not even a forest in Spring bloom could compare. Blinking out the surprise, he spoke softly.

"Hello", he said curtly before taking a look around the shop seeming to revel in the strange warmth in the building, he was certain he could almost feel it. The shop was full of all sorts of homey touches, such as the comfortable looking furniture, the soft lighting, and jam-packed shelfs... But what really caught his eye were the plants. The plants were immaculate, simply gorgeous and in perfect condition. Each flower so full of color and life, even the lowliest of plants such as mosses within terrariums stashed away upon the shelves were thriving. Life.

Whoever took care of all these plants was clearly a master.

"It's so green in here", he spoke out loud to no one in particular, his voice it's usual soft blandness yet there was a faint hint within. A compliment? Though, even a fool would have made such an astute observation, the shop was filled to the brim with lush green foliage. Still it felt right, like a strange aura washed over him, simply demanding calm.

It made him uncomfortable.

[Behold! My greatest of powers, rambling for an hour!]

Nyx || Mentions: Levushka, Kiril

Nyx plopped down on the couch, grabbing a pillow, placing it beside her, and she leaned down against it. She yawned, and rubbed the back of her neck, groaning slightly. Ever since she found out she was pregnant, she had been aching all over, and her energy was drained far more faster then usual, causing her to be sitting down more. Interestingly, she hadn't gained any weight from her laziness, the only thing that seemed to ever change was the size of her stomach. As it got larger, she became more worried. She never knew how these things worked out, and she didn't even know what she was going to do after the baby came. She had no parental figures in the past, so she had a low probability to be a 'great parent'. Many things stressed her out, so many thoughts that terrified her. She tried her best not to think of them, but they just kept coming. Her worst two fears were if this child would split her and Lev up, or if the child was born a stillborn.. the thought of it made her shiver. "I'll make you something good to eat. Actual food...and maybe some ice cream on the side," she heard Levushka speak, and nodded, taking a deep breath in and out as he left the room.

When her food arrived, Nyx nodded her head in thanks, and began to eat, the clinking of the fork to the plate constant. She finished it quite quickly, and leaned back, onto Levs shoulder. She breathed slowly, and most of her breaths were deep and slow. For the past few weeks, her breathing slowed down, she didn't know if it was normal or not, but she certainly did not like it. Sometimes in the morning, she can barely hear herself breathing, and she thinks she may have died during the night at times. "Instead of a dog, we got a lion. What a weird family we have. Any regrets?" Nyx took a moment to think about it, looking down at the lion, and smiled faintly, "Can't say I do." She closed her eyes, and relaxed.

Dakota || Mentions: Levushka, Nyx, Kiril, Ibex (ind.)

Dakota walked in, buttoning up her plad shirt, pushing the sleeves back, and looked to the lovely couple, "I'll be back, got to do something." She crouched down, and began stroking Kiril's soft mane, "Later bud." She stood up, and rolled her shoulders, heading out.

Where was she going exactly? Well, she was heading to the grocery store to get more food. Nyx kept eating everything in sight, becoming a trash food can. So, it was probably a good time to to get some food. She took a pair of keys out of her pocket, and flung them into teh air, catching them again. She came up to a bland grey Ford car, and sighed. She missed her trucks, she always felt tall and 'cool'. Oh well, soon.. soon it'll be back to normal. She had a plan.

Dakota ducked into the car, pushing the keys into the ignition, turning them over, the engine rumbling to life. She put the windows down, and took a deep breath in, and coughed. "Gotta love that exhaust," she grumbled and pulled out.

Dakota was driving along just nicely, until something ran into the road, and her heart stopped. She punched the break, the car screeched to a stop. She was breathing heavily, her heart racing. Sitting in the middle of the road, was a vest.. and in big, bold, white letters, "I B E X." She didn't hesitate, and punched the gas, the engine revving up slowly, racing forward, running over the vest. "Its ok, its ok. Just, some random, thrift store shit. Its ok, its ok," she told herself, nearly yelling at herself. She looked around for her phone, and scrambled for it. She began typing it, texting Nyx, Be careful, K? Im seeing things, but stay inside for me.

Glory || Mentions: Jackson, Dia, Aztec, Ibex (ind.)

"Let's go find somewhere to stay then. I don't have any places in mind... I kinda... don't have any money. Which doesn't help." Glory shrugged her shoulders, "Well, I am glad I do." She looked around, "Well, lets walk around, see if we find any decent hotels or motels or something." Aztec reached for Glory's hand, and she took it, smiling slighty, then she looked to Jackson to see he was offering his hand. She took his hand as well, and smiled. She began walking forward, searching back and forth.

Glory glanced around, making sure everyone was still around. Dia, check. Aztec, check. Jackson, check. She looked around again and all of a sudden, her ears began to ring, a piercing sound echoing. She lost Jacksons and Aztecs grip, and fell sideways, knocking into Jackson. She held the sides of her head with her hands, gritting her teeth. She squeezed her eyes shut, as she slowly crouched to the ground, sitting their on her knees. She knew this sound, she knew it all too well, the thought of it was horrifying and it made her legs shake. "Grab the kids-" she groaned pointing towards them, and squeezed harder against her head. Then it, just.. stopped. It was pure silence, the only thing she could hear was her rapid heartbeat and her heavy breathing. She looked around frantically, and in a window, on the other side of a street, a black vest was propped against the window, with big, white, bold letters. Ibex.

Arlin

Arlin was holding his daughter in his arms, using his wings to cover her sensitive skin from the sun. He decided to take his child out to get a bit of fresh air, and to learn about the lands surrounding their home. He heads back home, the smell of blood entering his nose, and he stares down at the blood trial that was left behind by some animal Flame has caught. Heading inside after spotting the dead animal outside, a chuckle leaving the man.

Entering Lily's room, placing his child down in the crib. He approaches Flame, leaning forward to give her a small peck on the lips, " Nice catch. We get to eat and lure wild animals to our home. Hmm," he wraps both arms around her, "I always wanted a pet, so thanks for that." It took a while to gain Shadow's blessing in getting Flame's hand in marriage since he was too chicken shit to ask him. To add, he was stuck on dragon island where he trained more in his abilities.

"I already know, you want me to make dinner." He left the house, grabbing the Ibex and carries it to the shack where he stores all the other animal parts such as bones, furs, certain organs, and salted meats. He places the dead Ibex down on the table, skinning the animal using a deer antler knife he carved himself. Luckily, it didn't take too much time since his wife already made the first cut, so the skinning process was easy.