MOVING

The short answer: It can mean either Light Bringer or Puzzle Flesh.

The expanded answer: It is the name given to my main character from her father-- an  ancient, Being of Dreams and Lord of Night. What Xibir means to him is Bringer of Truths or Bringer of Light. To myself, the added -isms changes it to Bringing the Light.

“Hm, you’re right, he may not. I was only trying to talk to him in the first place because I don’t want to have to change my route, but I would if he went and reported to someone where he saw me. But then…. Well, he started droning, and I became rather bored. He realized I’d listened to nothing he said, got angry, and I just went for it I suppose!”

She looked at the shovel with an almost bemused look, grinning in such a way that showed that she clearly wasn’t taking this seriously. “You really think he won’t remember? Elves have good memories don’t they? We could just eat him.” She made sure to say “we”. ‘Sharing is caring after all,’ the thought popped into her head and she giggled.

"I can guarantee that he won't remember. I..." She wonders if it's a good idea to divulge that she can alter or turn a brain to mush. None would be the wiser. Except for that thing. She supposes-- would anyone actually believe her?

She hums, tapping her lip in thought--"No thanks." She interjects at the we, "Leave the Elf with me. I haven't used that level of psionics in a while but if you don't want to be noticed. It's better he's left alive with a delay than murdered and people come to investigate. People talk, the wind carries word of death." She tries to reason, almost tired and already exhausted of talking to the demented one.

The word no was enough to make the fear come back, she was so cold, and she needed the warmth. This feeling of weakness was horrid, reminding her of what it had been like before her grandmother had come for her; before she had felt what it was like to belong.

Retracting her hands she curls in on herself, knowing that without offered heat she would have to conserve that which remained to her. The blanket being wrapped around her brought back just a little bit of hope, maybe she could survive this after all.

Being asked her name felt like some sort of trap, the fae part of her nature far too possessive of the full title she had been given by her grandmother. Instead she settles for a part of it, not a lie, but not the whole truth. “Kara” the word took far too much effort to get out for her to continue, especially with the weakness and desire for rest that she was in the process of battling.

“Kara, hmm? Cute name. I am Aurelia-- but you may call me Aury.” She felt a little bad at denying her warmth. From everything that just happened, she knew she shouldn’t be suckered into caring for whatever entity the kid was but a child is a child.

"Do you need anything to eat? It's cold out and you seem very... sick... fatigued, tired?" Still she had to keep alert. There was a reason why she felt creeped out and on edge. Her gut instinct was usually trusted.

She tried to seem bored and made her mind tune out of thinking about: how she might end up being killed and there being a fright legend about herself being followed home and killed due to her kindness.

Aurelia stayed quiet as the deranged one spoke. She huffed in both amusement and slight annoyance, her eyebrows narrowing slightly as her hand met her face in a gesture of frustration. She was being irritated by the sound of her rambling.

Torture Device-Inspired Headcanons || Accepting

Would your muse rather freeze to death, or burn.

Had to think about this one for a while. Due to her soul’s nature and how she was made-- she can’t really burn to death. Once she realizes that it’s not hurting, she can manipulate the fire. She’d rather burn than freeze.

   “ –enjoy hurtin’ people? not really. sure it’s fun an’ all but i’ve gotta make an example of myself a lot of the time. bein’ in the military & all that.. “ Porter takes a step back from the injured man, having left a small amount of cash in the man’s hand, enough to pay a visit to the hospital. or if the man chooses too, spend it on more alcohol, like the rest of the men in the rundown neighbourhood. 

   “ stick around? i don’t mind at all. ‘m just planning on headin’ back to the pub & drinking a few more beers before headin’ back home. “ 

“oh so you’re a soldier boy-- I can dig it.” Aurelia was still technically one herself, she glanced at the pack-- she was definitely throwing those away later. She felt like being decently petty for the night.

The moment she was touched Kara shuddered, a small whimper making it out despite her best efforts. She was easy prey, and had spent too long in Hell to expect mercy from anyone who tasted of power.

Even so she curled in, the hissing pausing as she greedily attempted to soak up some of the woman’s body heat. It was not fire, but it would do, and a small fragment of energy returned as she warmed. Not much, but enough to keep her mostly conscious.

Brown eyes fixed on the stranger once she had been put down, fearful look seeming to be replaced with one of betrayal. Kara had been offered something, only to have it taken away, and that was not something the hellspawn would put up with.

Small hands reached out towards the stranger, wishing to recover what had been taken. A single word managed to make it to her lips, her accent lending it a certain threatening air despite the desperation plain in her voice.

“Warm”

She was still thinking long and hard about how to proceed. Aurelia stood up and folded her arms against her chest, she turned and grabbed a heavy blanket from the closet and wrapped it around the child.

“No.”

Though she wasn’t going to let a kid suffer. Even if the one she was wrapping into a purrito: was savage, feral and what was this new emotion? Desperation? The need of warmth-- she grabbed a rune from her drawer and carving-dotter to craft a warming rune and place it on the cover.

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Bold what applies to your muse Italics semi-applies. Strike doesn’t exist.

The abomination flinched at the command, as if expecting some sort of blow, but she did not attack just yet. In fact she was not sure she could, not with any efficiency, and even if she did get a mouthful of the other’s blood she wasn’t sure if it would give her the strength she’d need for a fight.

Were she capable of speaking easily Kara would have made some sort of threat, but anything other than hissing was far beyond the reaches of her frightened mind. If she was not being killed then perhaps the other had something worse planned, and there was nowhere she could escape to.

Though she hated the idea of showing any kind of weakness Kara had no choice but to sink to her knees, even that little display of power having been too much for her. Trembling slightly she tried once more to speak, only managing a hopefully menacing growl before falling silent once more.

She frowned at the attempted hiss-- noting that was the sound she heard earlier at the library. It didn’t make much sense but seeing how the child was; it wasn’t far-fetched that she could have been some type of arcane experiment. She didn’t agree with those types of test and wondered, just which base the little one could have came from.

What if she wasn’t an experiment? Her mind asked her. Definitely someone what needed to be adequately trained-- could she even speak? Aurelia’s expression softened into one of concern as the child fell to her knees. She stood and caught her in her arms before the child eventually fell to the ground.

Upon being detected Kara’s cold-addled mind attempted to kick into overdrive, stopping her silent skitter sideways to instead stare at her prey as intently as possible.

From the shadows of her hood lips curled up into her best menacing snarl, slightly too sharp teeth visible under the lights. It was likely made all the more unsettling by the blue of her lips, the cold having whisked away almost all of her body heat by this point.

Sensing the other’s magic she responds in kind. Forcing herself against the wall the angrily hissing being poured the few scraps of energy she had left into her aura, the darkness extending from her in odd tendrils for only a moment before seeming to fall apart.

Kara was so cold, and so hungry, and now she was sure she would die and never get to go home ever again.

Aurelia’s eyes narrowed and she flinched back at the snarl, she sighed– and then looked pointedly at the… savage child. This was not what she had been expecting. Did the child have rabies– was it some type of magi experiment? She didn’t know but–

“Calm it down, now.” She said, using her commanding officer voice. Ignoring the oddity that was the “eldritch” part of the child before her. Aurelia watched as the black tentacles dissipated and took note of that, it was likely weak and afraid. A cornered animal. She knelt down into a squat at eye level, her left fingertips touching the ground

She played with the black cigarette on the edge of her lips; she was exhausted and tired of most. The swing-set was an odd sort of inviting around midnight. She flicked her lighter on and off with one hand and put her face against the cool metallic chains.