#pelenore

Papa: Syn notices that Lamia has some, uh, some interest in [Pelenore] and Syn RESPECTS that.

After Pelenore’s body hit the ground, the rest of the battle didn’t exist to Lamia. Everything was cut and spliced together in such a rapid and haphazard manner that it felt more like a poorly edited movie and less like reality. He doesn’t actually remember much of what occurred after Pelenore lunged in front of him, events run together and there are two things that stand out clearly; the image of Pelenore on the ground with his body battered and the seething rage that had set every inch of him.

“Burn it down.” Was the only thought he had.

He didn’t care what his group’s task was, he didn’t care what was in front of him anymore; what came next was merely second nature. Sparks of emerald flame erupted from his palm before coalescing into a sizable quivering sphere of flame. His eyes were alight in its unnatural hue and it didn’t even occur to direct the flame to avoid harming the woman, everything had to burn. Even as the insect was ripped away from her body, ending its influence and bring the battle to close.

“Kill her”

The burning inside him didn’t subside as the woman’s body fell limp and collided with the ground. She was still alive and this had to be corrected. Flames flickered and weaved with the curls of his mane and a prominent sphere of that hellish fire was set between his horns. His blood was near a boil and every sound was muted. Every muscle, every fiber, every sinew of his being was egging him on. His soul burned and wanted to be quenched with blood.

“Burn This Whole Forest Down. Kill Her, Kill Them All” This mantra was on repeat in his head. The words more than thoughts to him but instructions for his body to carry out. The words once a suggestion now deafening and all-consuming.

But then, silence.

A hand clasped his shoulder followed by the words

“Lamia, don’t”

All it took was for Pelenore to speak to satiate the rage within Lamia. The flames dissipated and his shoulders untensed once more. In his rage, he didn’t even realize that Chim had healed Pelenore.

EPISODE FIVE IS FINALLY OUT!

We’re back to pumping out episodes! This time around: Pelenore swings his staff, Rulek reads very fast, and Chim and Bas see something that makes this show a little less family friendly.

The pop from the fire as it devoured a new twig made Lamaceae’s floppy ear twitch. Ever since he began his life in this new body, he had become more responsive to the sounds his environment bombarded him with. That was part of why drinking was so appealing: it dulled the senses. Yet, in the past hour, he did not feel the desire to dull his mind at all. While that could be due to the fact he was still a little tipsy from his trip to the bar, his hypothesis was that it was the fault of the human.

Pelenore had chosen to sit beside him during their rest. Lamia supposed that it was not because the wizard had any particularly warm feelings towards him: only that weird tall sex fiend and Bas had willingly chosen to sit next to the whiny juggalo who apparently was an angel? Rulek was off who knows where so where else was Pelenore going to sit? Next to a demon who the strangely adorable gensai who committed patricide gave two thumbs up to.

Lamia’s life after his unfortunate transformation had been one of isolation and loneliness. Aside from Mentha, Lamia had just been alone with his thoughts and his developing abilities. Then, this morning, he had been thrown into a group of loud personalities who probably could not hold onto one thought in their head at one time. It was almost overwhelming; but by some stroke of luck, Pelenore had dropped into his life.

“So…” Pelenore spoke up, turning his head to better face him. Lamia’s ears perked up. “Your, uh… acquaintances-?” He was clearly struggling for the right word to use. Lamia gave a gruff laugh, wishing he could smile to put Pelenore better at ease.

“Coworkers.” Lamia corrected, laying on his side. His tail swayed from side to side. “I’ve only known ‘em for maybe… three hours?” He waved his arm lazily in the air. Pelenore gave a small laugh of his own.

“Yeah,” Pelenore slouched back, resting his hands on the floor behind him. “They’re an interesting bunch.” He commented, watching Bas cook over the fire. Chim and Syn passed both of them in their walk back to Bas, Chim giggling nervously. Lamia rolled his eyes.

“Pretty interesting.” Lamia’s tail swatted from side to side. Pelenore watched him with pursed lips, drawing his knees closer to his chest. Lamia’s eyes widened slightly: he was making Pelenore uncomfortable. “But, uh, I’m sure they’re gonna be helpful. Even though you’re pretty… powerful on your own.” He mumbled, keeping eye contact with him. Was it the firelight or was he blushing? Lamia could feel his own cheeks warm.

“I mean, you’re pretty good too.” Pelenore replied, resting his chin between his knees. The firelight made his hair look almost golden. Even his eyes had taken on a more metallic gleam. Lamia tore his eyes away, looking down at his feet.

He did not notice Pelenore looking over at his ears- which were standing upright. He did not notice how Pelenore looked away when he saw Lamia’s ears twitch. He did notice when Pelenore placed his hand a few inches away from Lamia’s. Lamia definitely noticed his heart pounding in his chest as he slowly placed his hand as close as he dared to the human wizard’s.

They noticed all, but said nothing. This was enough, for now.

Mod Chem: *hushed* oh my boyfriend

Mod H: did you say your boyfriend?

DM: I'm sorry what?

Mod H: DID YOU SAY YOUR BOYFRIEND??

DM: There's a lot of yelling- I can't-

Mod H: Sorry, Lamia is claiming Pelenore as his boyfriend