"What do you want?"

"No… N-n-n-n-no…. N—n-n-n-n-n-n-no…"

"Tsk..."

"Then whats the point of bringing me here if you want to give me help but aren’t gonna give me help if I don’t want it?! Obviously there is something wrong, and you should do all you can to fix it, right?!"

"It's not common! I have no idea what is wrong with you! You have no memories and you can't hear. That's all that I can grasp from you because that's all you can remember and all that I can tell! Stop over-reacting to everything! I'm doing everything that I can here!"

She could feel him coming closer, as if her arrows had no effect. That was the reality, but she could only hear it. Everything was silent, still, her breath the only thing until-BOO- She gasped and fell back against the wall, drawing another set of arrows and knocking them, staying still and trembling. The fear was there. It was always there. But this time it got the better of her. She wanted to loose the arrows. And she could probably get a good hit. 

"Check mate, m'lady~" The devilish demon grinned widely as he chuckled. He had no need for physical contact if he could win through pure psychological means. It worked on the wolf all the time so doing it to other human beings was no hard task. It was just putting the pieces together to be able to do it was the hard part.

Poison couldn’t help but smile at Zan, petting him on his muzzle and scratching behind his ears briefly.

And of course, he was thrown off of his own gameplan. Demons and curses. And doppelgangers apparently. He was trying to take it all in. Hopefully, in thinking to himself, the other person couldn’t hear. But thoughts ran through his head, ‘He’s crazy, he is just this guy with a mask and costume that happened to have planted something in my ears, that’s all…Yeah…”

She could only grit her teeth as she hears his footsteps, noticing immediately that they were about to converge on her. In his haste, she faltered, an arrow slipping out of her grip. The other two made it to the wood and string, pointed to the floor as she took a back-step to the wall. This made her have to push forward against the wood, bringing up the bow, hopefully quickly enough. 

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Zan bowed his head in respect as he was given the name, but remained having a dominant posture. He sniffed the other, getting a closer inspection of his scent. Putting it to memorization, Zan's tail wagged slightly to show that he was near an ally.

With a shake of the head, the demon let out a quiet sigh. Instead of speaking, he let his action’s speak for him. He put his clawed paw out which held a pitch black dagger, showing it in a door opening way that he knew the enemy was looking through. He quickly dropped the weapon, pulling his hand back, then kicked it forward just gently so it was out of his grasp. He had no use for the weapon, and he could retrieve it if he needed to just from a snap of the finger.

She could hear some metal dropping, also the forced breath from his lips. He did something, and kicked something towards her, apparently. If they were facing each other, that is. At this point, she was unsure. All she knew was that, for whatever reason, he still hasn’t really noticed her drawing a bow. At least, to her knowledge. For all she knew, he could have pointed a gun in the most quietest of manners, or maybe he has another blade, ready to throw it at her at a moment’s notice. 

"Hmph...." With a small 'poof' sound, the blade disappears and returns to the demon's paw. "If a fight is what you want, then so be it."

He didn’t want to accept the offer. He didn’t like the way he had to speak with his mind, because obviously, this guy’s mouth is all messed up. Or… Maybe it was him? Honestly, he was confused, and didn’t like his situation at all. He looked at the tongue of flame for a bit.

Using his other paw, Zan rubbed his legs a bit, trying to keep his mind slightly occupied as they sat there and chatted. "I am cursed. I have...." He looked a bit nervous in speaking about this aspect. He could tell that the other wasn't too happy with him for asking to get into his mind. Now, Zan had to play on the defensive.

Alright, they could share. Good. He was willing to share. As long as he got something, he could share. 

Zan merely chuckled at the last request, going over to a corner as he moved a rock out of the way, reaching down inside of the hole it was concealing for a piece of meat that looked like it was ready to be cooked. It might explain the wolf's smell of someone else's blood. He grabbed a nearby stick and pierced the meat before putting it on the holder that was made from two more sticks, the meat roasting above the fire.

Of course she missed. But at least she now had a particularly clear view of the situation at hand. He was armed. He was cocky, and he was rather brash. She wouldn’t let this pass Maybe she could come to a victory, with no blood spilled on either side. 

With a shake of the head, the demon let out a quiet sigh. Instead of speaking, he let his action's speak for him. He put his clawed paw out which held a pitch black dagger, showing it in a door opening way that he knew the enemy was looking through. He quickly dropped the weapon, pulling his hand back, then kicked it forward just gently so it was out of his grasp. He had no use for the weapon, and he could retrieve it if he needed to just from a snap of the finger.

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