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To start we have two raven beatskins, Malla and Amman. They were chased out of their home by angry villagers. They did nothing wrong, however, the villagers were rather insistent on blaming them for everything that went wrong. Malla was pregnant at the time, and they were desperately searching for a new home. During their search, they found an old dwarven tunnel and decided to follow it. Doing so they found themselves inside a dungeon. They weren’t planning on settling there, just trying to find some help, maybe some supplies. Amman was no stranger to combat, and could harvest some monster meat if worse came to wear. However, the found themselves lost, but unlike most, the dungeon was giving. when they needed water, they found it, when they needed food, a low level monster would come. They were able to live comfortably, settling in an old house on the 4th floor.

Eventually, when Malla was nearing her due date, the couple stumbled upon an orc camp. The orcs, while reluctant at first, agreed to trade with them. And soon they became good friends. It was through the tribe that they met a young Senshi, who would often sell them vegetable and help teach them to survive. When the time came, the orc tribe even helped Malla give birth. They hadn’t picked a name out, afraid that the assult that left them homeless could have killed their unborn baby. The child was born, though she was a bit underdeveloped and sickly, she was alive. After a week resting at the orc camp, the two settled on a name. It was one that Senshi recommended, Aznad.

They lived a good life for the first few years, senshi would often babysit, taking a young Az with him to the upper levels. Life was truly good, they even had another child, a boy they named Talla. The baby was barely 2 years old when the tragedy happened. They were walking back from a visit to the orcs, Talla was asleep in his mother’s arms. Az, now four years old, was trailing behind her parents. She was enamored with a doll the orcs had made for her. It looked like her, and she had opted to name it Minnie (it was really Mini me). She heard a scream, and looked up to see a group of adventurers running full force towards the group, weapons drawn. She didn’t understand what was happening, until shot an arrow through her mother’s wing.

Her eyes widened in horror. The realization dawning on her as she turned and ran. Not even a few steps behind her, there was one. He was shorter, but she didn’t care to get a good look at him before covering herself with her wings and running as fast as her little legs could take her ‘your body is weak, it gets hurt easy. When your wrestling with the other orc kids, make sure to use your wings. They’re strong and can take a lot of damage’ her father had told her once, after she had sprained her wrist. That, along with the tips the orcs had taught her during hide n’ seek and tag she was able to make it out relatively unharmed. While she would realize for a long long time, the orcs had internally taught her those tricks, knowing that her and her family would eventually targeted.

Back at the camp she frantically rushed towards the chief, who had come out to question her. “Bad men are chasing me, they hurt momma, i- they- they shot at her. Why would they do this?” She broke down, sobbing into the arms of another orc who had come to comfort her.

“Listen hunny, do you remember where you were? Where are your parents now?”

“We -hic- we were heading home when they- they-“

“I’ve already got a group heading that way” one of the orcs commented

“Do you know when the came from?”

“The- i think- we were at the edge, and they came from- i- this direction” she lifted up her right hand, “I was looking at the- the weird lion fountain thing, and they- it was a path on this side”

She didn’t know at the time, but when the orcs found where they were assaulted, they found a path of blood trailing away. The adventures, damn monsters The treated her family as animals, to be hunted for fun.

In the wake of this tragedy, she mostly lived with senshi on the upper levels. The orcs were very very reluctant to let her up there. Even under Senshi’s watchful eye. Way too many tall men and elves up there. How could they know that she wouldn’t attack her like they did her parents. But she was a smart child, wanted to learn everything there was to know. She couldn’t do that with them, at least not long enough to satisfy her. That, and the painful memories were too much, and she just couldn’t live there. She would meet with the orcs when Senshi would deliver them their veggies, but aside from that, it would take years for her to be able to head back to the old marketplace.

!!NOTE!! This is not entirely accurate to the VN, usually i refer back to it making sure that i got everything correct, i did not do that for this one. I pulled the details from memory. If something’s wrong please leave a comment.

“Ok, I’ve got my phone, portable charger, and just in case i get lost, a solar charger…” you list off, looking at the many items spread across your bed. “My laptop and a charger, the forest might be a nice place to get work done. Peaceful too. Headphones, earbuds, extra charger…” you pause, thinking for a moment. you shouldn’t be out for too long, at most, you should be back by sunset. But you were hoping that once you found your precious furry little mischievous cat you could sit and get some work done, or maybe watch some anime. It was a rarity that you went outside anymore let alone adventuring through the woods. Why not take advantage of it?

“Oh yeah! Water and stacks, i should grab those too. And maybe some cat treats~” humming to yourself you walked to the kitchen, searching through your cabinets. “Maybe I should bring some soda too…” you muttered, reaching for your drinks. Walking back to your bedroom you start stuffing your backpack, ready for this journey. Stepping outside, the sun hit your face, blinding you. Squinting while your eyes adjusted you looked around. “Curse you evil day star, why do you gotta be so damn bright?” You muttered under your breath as you started walking into the forest. The shade of the trees eased the suns assault on your eyes, but it was still to bright for your liking.

after a while of walking, you came across a small patch of mushrooms. You stopped for a moment to look around. (And to rest a bit, all that stuff you packed is really heavy) there was something laying near the mushroom patch. Gasping as you reached down to pick up a collar “you must be close… just wait a little longer…” you muttered to the collar. As you stood back up, but your foot slipped causing you to crash back down and into the mushrooms. They sprayed you with what you assumed to be a foul smelling pollen. “Nooooo!” You wined, looking at your clothes. “I really liked this hoodie, it’s going to take forever to get all the allergens out. Eugh! And the smell…”

As you sat there, a sense of calm started to seep in. Along with the need to take a nap. Your eyes grew heavy, and your limbs relaxed. Closing your eyes, you decided to go ahead and take a nap. Laying down, you rested your head on your backpack. As you started to drift off, you thought that maybe your cat will back track and find you here. it would be a nice surprise to wake up with them back in your arms, snuggled up all cozy. Yeah, that would be nice.

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“Ughhhh” you mentally groaned as you slowly woke up, begrudgingly you opening your eyes and noted that you were in an unfamiliar cabin. You couldn’t move your body causing you to spur into a panic. Where am I? Why can’t I move? Wait what happened? Was I drugged?! I think i was taking a nap, yeah, how long was I out?

“Oh, You’re awake.” A voice called from a corner of the room I couldn’t see.

“Here, medicine.” He said, moving me to sit up as he pressed a cup to my lips. Drinking it helped feeling slowly return to my body. As I wiggles my fingers and toes I watched him whip a stray stream from my chin. He had this weird mossy skin color… Was he a cosplayer? He looked kinda cute. His blonde hair hung over his eyes, and he had a cute mushroom hat on.

“Felling better? Anymore numbness?”

“No, my fingertips are a bit tingly, but that’s it.”

He signed and gave me a warm smile, “Good, I was worried.”

“By the wayyyyy” you dragged out, as you sat up “Where’s my bag?”

“Oh, right over there.” He gestured over to the fireplace where your bag sat next to the wall. “Here.” He said, standing up to hand you the bag.

Struggling, still loopy from whatever the hell paralyzed you, you scramble checking your bag. “Laptop, phone, charger, yep, yes, andddd everything’s still here!” You mumble to yourself. All the expensive electronics are not stolen, but also still in working conditions. Or at least you assume, both your phone and iPad are dead, the laptop is at 1%.

“Did you drop something?” The man asks,

“Thankfully not. A lotta expinsive stuff in here.” You look around, taking in the wooden walls and floors, “where am I anyway?”

“My cabin, I found you passed out while forgoing. Sorry, there was nowhere else nearby” he trails off, looking out the window.

“how far is the nearest town?”

He looks off to the side, a guilty look on his face, “I don’t know for certain, but it takes about a day and a half to safely get to the nearest-“

“A DAY AND A HALF!?” You almost shriek, he covers his ear, slightly flinching at the volume. “If you want to avoid the dangerous plants and animals, yes.” He responds, stepping closer and sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. He reached a hand out, wanting to comfort you, but decided against it.

You sat back, closing your eyes and thinking. ‘maybe I could stay here for a day or two? Then I could head back. Yeah, that should be enough time to mentally prepare myself. Then-‘

“Wait why was I even out here?” Instinctively you reached for your phone, wanting to check your notes. But remembering its dead, you pivoted to pretend you were going to clean the nonexistent dirt off the screen.

“WAIT!” Halfway through the action you remember, “My cat!” You wine.

“Have you seen them, they’re this big, and- and- ughhh I need to charge my phone i have pictures.” You rush to grab your charger. “I never thought I’d need this” you say pulling out the solar charger. “I’m glad it wasn’t just wasted money.”

Stumbling past him you set the charger on the nearby window and wait.

A few awkward moments pass by before your phone lights up. You hurriedly type in your passcode and go to your photos, the boy watching curiously over your shoulder.

“See! Aren’t they just the just the cutest! Look here are some kitten pictures!”

Watching you talk so passionately about your cat pulled at Mychael’s heart. He wasn’t going to tell you before, but now he definitely doesn’t want to tell you. You looked so happy, he enjoyed watching the way your eyes light up, and the way you smiled at the memories.

“Oh, I really got off track… but have you seen them?”

“No, I’m sorry, I haven’t.” He frowned.

“Oh…” your face fell, and he really didn’t like seeing you sad.

“Wait, I haven’t even told you my name! Sorry I get distracted a lot.” You said turning to look at him.

“I’m y/n”

“I’m Mychael”

Notes~

(For those of you who don’t know, you can still have sight while being legally blind, for this MC is going to have glasses. I’m legally blind without my glasses, and I’ve had this idea in my head for a good long while, enjoy!)

“Mychael… is that yours…?” You asked, staring at the tail now tightly gripping your cup. Your eyes slowly gazed up to look at Mychael, head now hanging low in his hands. It hurt to seem him like this, he was so cheery just a few moments ago.

“I… I’m sorry (y/n)” he spoke softly, “I-“ he paused, debating his next words, “I should be honest…” he slowly tilted his head up, pulling his hair back to reveal his two sets of eyes.

You stared in shook, looking from one set to the other, and taking in his expression. His brows were knit, and a small frown adorned his face… he was scared. He looked away from you, avoiding your gaze and looking around the room. His dark eyes were downcast, and his eyes were teary.

“Please…” his voice was low, almost a whisper, “I know… I…” he stopped and took a deep breath to steady himself, before closing his eyes and speaking again, “I know its a lot… but… this is what i really look like. Who I really am…”

“I know what I look like, just please,” he finally turned his gaze back up to you, eyes pleading, “Please don’t be scared…” he begged.

Finally gathering your senses, you turn your gaze to flick between his eyes, tail, ears, and horns. You weren’t scared, as much as fascinated. He was like the fae your grandmother would warn you about, like the fairies, elves, and dragons in your story books.

However, this did not reach Mychael. His perception clouded by fear, he took your silence as a bad sign. he dropped his head on the table, quietly muttering out a sentence that was barely audible, being muffled by the table. “I can hide my face, if that’s what you want, just… I…” he let out a staggered breath, not knowing what else he could say. Slowly he peaked up through his hair to see your face.

You were smiling

A soft reassuring smile, one that slightly eased his growing anxiety.

“There’s nothing wrong with how you look.” You said plainly, meeting his eyes as he picked his head off the table. He was preparing for the worst, and hopping for the best. But even so, your reaction was the farthest from what he expected. Not even in the “good ending” he had hoped for.

“R-Really!?” He asked, face lifting from disparate to a slight hopeful look, “even though I look like this?”

You reached up to grab your glasses, taking them off and setting them on the table.

“There,” you said, smiling fondly, “now I can’t see you, problem solved.”

“That’s not-“

“Mychael.” You interrupted, “You have treated me better than most of the people I know would have. And im a stranger. Your kindness means more to me than what you look like.”

You reached out to put your glasses back on, and laid your hand on his, “I’ve spent most of my life with eyesight so bad, im considered legally blind. Only recently did I finally get the right prescription. I know there are mean people, and there are nice people” You gave his hand a small reassuring squeeze, “I’d much rather spend my time with someone as thoughtful, kind, caring, and sweet as you over most.”

Mychael stared at you in disbelief as a few small tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t have hopped this would happen, not even in his dreams, yet here he is.

“And besides,” you continued, “you’re pretty in your own way. Like the mystic, natural beauty of nature infused into a person. Unnatural yes, but ugly…?” you paused, staring deeply into his eyes,

“That’s the farthest thing from what you are.”

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And that was it, he decided then and there, that you had to stay. Those words, he could feel the meaning behind them. He could see the warmth in your eyes, and the honesty in your voice.

You were perfect.

And hopefully, you’d forgive him for being selfish, just this once.

notes~