for context, since i wrote this scene to go some place after the character descriptions would go: Misty is an average-tallish, fat black young woman, Blaze is a shortish, mid-size catgirl in her mid-late teens (i dont have much else of her appearance fully fleshed out yet, currently i imagine her to be east asian of some sort) and Whittaker is a church grim, around the same age as Misty (for the purposes of this scene he's a scrawny, anthropomorphic, all black border collie)
"Are you even aware of what their religion believes?" Whittaker scoffed.
Blaze paused for a moment. "I try not to judge peoples off of their personal beliefs." She responded with a tone that suggested she had carefully measured her words.
"They believe- no- long for some day that all supernatural beings except them are killed, or driven away by their saivior, their Guardian!" He growled.
"My, that is… a lot. Misty is- is that true?" Blaze seemed taken aback, as if reconsidering her previous stance.
Misty sighed and glanced back at her travelling partners.
"More or less."
"Do you believe that?" Blaze questioned.
Misty hummed a bit, glancing off the trail, "Do you see that plant there?" She asked, gesturing to a bush with purple-black berries hanging off of magenta stems.
"Don't try to change the subject!" Whittaker cut in.
"I'm not." She responded, "I'm trying to explain it with a metaphor, so just stick with me for a second."
"It's pokeweed." Blaze said softly.
"And those berries? they're poisonous, are they not?"
"Yes. A large handful could be enough to kill an adult."
"So you're telling me you want any child that might eat them to die?" Misty chided with mock scorn.
"What? No, why would I want that?"
"But you just told me you believed the berries are poisonous."
"So what, you… believe this Guardian will kill, or drive away, the other beings, but you don't want it to?" Blaze questioned.
Misty paused for a moment, considering her response while Whittaker stared her down intently.
"It doesn't matter what I want or-"
"BULLSHIT" Whittaker barked, "Admit you want that prophecy to come true!"
"Wait, hold on, you didn't say it was a prophecy!" Blaze butted in, ears perked and eyes alight with curiosity.
"I… figured it was implied?" Whittaker replied, "I'm actually not certain of the specifics myself, it's just how it was referred to by my parents."
"It is a prophecy, by one of the Withers Sons."
"The who?" Whittaker replied blankly.
"Mmm. Three young men alive during the Lost Century. Human prophets; their works are considered the foundation of the shapeshifter's "religion", as you called it," Misty answered, putting finger quotes around the word religion, " The oldes two were cousins, Jonas and Micah, and the third was Micah's youngest brother… I always blank on his name but I believe the prophecy we're talking about was spoken by Jonas anyways.
"The heir of the star shall arrive,/and with a tide of blood shall drive,/all things arcane, excepting that greatest bane,/Back- back! from this plane" Misty recited.
"Greatest bane?" Blaze mused.
"Heir of the star?" Whittaker questioned simultaneously.
"No one quite knows what 'greatest bane' means yet, and yes, the heir of the star."
"Fascinating." Blaze murmured.
"Wait, wait hold on, I thought your Guardian was associated with deer."
Misty sighed and dropped her pack to the ground, lowering herself down to crouch next to it. Clearly the group would be discussing this for a little while.
"Yes, he is associated with deer."
"Then why is he this uh- "heir of the star"?"
"That's… I guess that's a bit of an assumption on our part. The prophecies were written a few decades before the first shapeshifter contacted him and, well, people were worried about that prophecy in particular."
Blaze and Whittaker had both sat down by then, staring at Misty expectantly.
"Shapeshifters didn't have any reason to believe they themselves wouldn't be targets of the heir of the star in those days. Only upon meeting the Guardian did that prophecy go from a "doom and gloom" prophecy to one of… "righteous justice" in the eyes of shifter society.
"The uh… gateways he appears out of, they kind of look like a star, swirling around itself. There's a blinding light, and a… a pull, a gravity of sorts, and he steps out-"
"Sounds like you have personal experience." Blaze interrupted, eyebrows raised.
"No! no no, he hasn't been seen in uh, 2 generations or so, when my grandparents would have been in their 20's. They made these um, educational videos on what to look for and what to do if you uh, do run into him, but if anyone's seen him recently, they've kept it a very close secret." Misty said rapidly, words following each other like ants in a line.
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I've been looking at a couple of anatomy books from the local library, and I'll be looking for more so...don't worry, I'm still trying to get the hang of it.
I might digitize this later?
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