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He was cut rather badly up his side. Deep enough that Gideon was worried. Pushing both his hands into his own side the halfling shuffled forwards and sat down hard behind a tent that clearly had been on fire but wasn’t anymore. He pressed back against it and pulled his shirt off over his head. A low growl came from the back of his throat as he bunched up the shirt and shoved it hard against his side to try and stop the bleeding. He closed his eyes for a second and let his head fall backwards. He’d been in pain like this before. In the colosseum. This wasn’t the worst he’d been hurt in the past or maybe it was but he couldn’t let himself think that way. He pushed himself up out of the mud and looked around trying to find a clear path out. There wasn’t one. 

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Ashtyn ignored the beginnings of the rain while he drank until his own thoughts were jumbled, practically ordering the music to continue in the tavern despite the storm. There were a few other elites who chose to stay, many of whom had often seen Ash at the faun & jolly over the course of the past two weeks and knew he was nothing but trouble. But they didn’t leave, as they were just as miserable as the past costumers Ashtyn had ripped apart. It was only when a particularly drunk faun left the building that he followed, his eyes trained on the other’s back. A mixture of the rain and alcohol quickly managed to blur his vision and Ash lost all sight of his prey, cursing to no one in particular as he stumbled in the rain.

Ashtyn was anything but graceful, especially drunk, but that didn’t stop his enhanced speed as he was suddenly diving his hand into a witch’s chest behind him. The spell the other had been muttering, the words that had caught Ash’s attention in the first place, became muffled as blood fell from their lips. The dull thing must have been assisting in whatever damage the storm was intended to cause and it only made Ashtyn laugh delightedly as he twisted his hand, tugging the fresh heart out of the stranger’s ribcage without a moment’s hesitation. The rain seemed to slow for a moment, as if the death of every witch might stop it altogether, but a deep growl of thunder assured him that the storm wouldn’t be stopped so easily. Ash was too full from his previous hearts and drinks but that didn’t stop him from devouring the powerful heart before all the life drained from it. He glanced up towards the sky as he finished, then back down to his hands, a sad smile gracing his features as he watched the witch’s blood slowly wash from his hands, his words slurred. “Beauty ruined so quickly by the violence of the storm. What a shame.”

“i need to get back inside!” levi shouted - the rain was pouring, crashing down against him, drenching him - thankfully he hadn’t had his sketchbook out there with him that day. thunder roared, lightning struck - leaving him flinching every time. everyone else had gotten back into the tower it seemed, leaving the human outside and banging against the locked door that had seemed to be secured for the storm. 

Sammael used his sheet to cover the window and heavy stone to keep it tethered. It may have been out of sight but he could still hear the rain and the howl of the wind. As the Witcher, brave and bold, paid in coin of gold.  

He closed his eye as he gingerly laid in his cot which he had pushed to the furthermost, darkest corner he could. He’ll chop and slice you, cut and dice you. If he had no magic, he would have nothing to worry about. They slayed witches or those that got in their way. But, he had magic. A power that started to slowly grow inside of him. Eat you up whole. Eat you whole. 

There was a loud boom of thunder and it made him jump. A hiss of pain escaped him, tinged with a slight wave of pleasure. All he wanted to do was be somewhere else. Out of Aeternum. Away from the storm until the possibility of a bloody death by the blade of a Witcher was out of his mind.

He’d been asked to read out some words by Heraclitus. He was one of few pets that could read and the festival was all about pets and elites coming together for just one night. So they’s set up a little stand for speakers and music players to stand on while performing. Honestly, Gideon was a bit on edge about the whole thing. The crowds were large and he hadn’t had a thing to drink but that was fine. He could do this. He’d done a little public speaking before so he cleared his throat and put on a brave face.

“I hope everyone is having a good time here, today. I don’t know about you but I always feel like we need more of that around here.” Gideon started leaning forward a bit on the stand placed before him. “For those of you who don’t know I’m Gideon. A pet from the tower and I was asked to speak to the festival and what it means to be here. I could go on about love, or forgiveness but I think I’ll keep it short. Let you all get back to the food and dance.” He smiled softly, eyes scanning for anyone he could see that was even remotely familiar. “The meaning of the river flowing is not that all things are changing so that we cannot in counter them twice.” Gideon started to repeat words he’d memorized years ago. “But that some things stay the same by changing.” He finished. “Thank you, enjoy the night.” Gideon gave a wave and quickly left the stage. He needed a drink. Maybe two. His voice had been steady the whole time but his heart pounded against his chest as walk towards one of the venders.