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    Matty awoke to the sound of prayer and pleasant humming. He felt light-headed and stiff with heavy eyes and dry lips, turning with languid movements from back to front to a familiar sight. He must have collapsed, again. Three times this month, he thought he might be overexerting himself. The sentry had brought him to the healers' temple, a tad bit creepy, candle-lit place garnished with herbs, spices, and flowers. It also reeked of incense, the smell that always tickled his nostrils.

    He no longer felt that sharp, throbbing pain in the palm of his hand. His chest fell and rose regularly, strength had returned to him, but he still felt tired. He wondered what time it was and how long he was asleep. The vast room had no windows, just an iron-wrought double-door. The walls were made of stone and the ceiling was supported by an array of garlanded columns while a pool of clear blue water rested in the middle. At each corner was a small garden while the bed rests were scattered about, it was where the healers treated the wounded.

    The healers were, according to many, weird, reserved people who prided themselves on being selfless. To Matty, they were just a bunch of esoteric philosophical theorists, preaching about the importance of remaining sinless and neutral. As such, they were very much prone to being judgmental asses, but when called out for it, they would pray ten times at dusk and ten times at dawn to cleanse their soul... and then be judgmental asses again.

    Matty strolled out of the temple without being seen. On his way to the lodging quarters, he found out he had been asleep for a day and a half. It was early in the morning, an overcast day, slightly chilly with a chance of rain - at least according to the weather forecast plastered on walls in the hallways. He quickened his pace and soon found himself in his room desperate for a shower and a change of clothes. He hurried to the common shower rooms with a towel over his shoulder and a fresh pair of undies, pants, and a shirt. There were few people there early in the mornings, so he hoped he wouldn't run into anyone he knew. He didn't like being exposed, butt-naked in front of people, and he supposed Theo hadn't liked that stunt from the other day either. The very thought made him chuckle. He wondered what the wolf was up to, whether he paid him a visit, although he then wondered why he would do that. They were both easily replaceable, although the idea made him a bit uneasy.

    He stepped into the shower rooms, occupying the very last cubicle. The water was steaming hot, it made him groan in pleasure and relieved the stiffness. Then he thought of the mission, amazed at himself for pulling it off and also happy that they would get paid, if they hadn't been already. He almost slipped when he heard someone coming in. He cast a curious glance their way but it was someone unfamiliar. Luckily, steam prevented any vital parts from being seen. He finished quickly, dried himself and put on his clothes. He towel-dried his hair as much as he could, and with a damp head, went straight to the information desk to inquire about the bounty reward.

    He was surprised to see his account balance so low. How was it possible their payment hadn't come through yet? When he tried to ask the clerk about it, she suggested he wait a day or two. Such things happened, she explained. A light grunt escaped his lips and, folding his arms on his chest, he strode over to the mission board. He grabbed a few pamphlets and made his way to the library.

    The library wasn't as empty as the shower room. He spied a witch coven congregating at the back, practicing some magic it seemed, and a few others, vampires and werewolves alike, asleep at their desks. He wanted to take out a book on levitation spells, as he had mentally noted, but the book was for library reading only. He sat down with the book with the intention of copying some spells when a witch approached him.

    He was a lanky man, perhaps younger than Matty, though Matty never bothered to ask, with mismatched eyes, one green and one brown. His name was Jordan... or Jake... or Johnny? Matty couldn't remember. The man greeted him with a casual nod and sat across him.

    "So, have you thought it over?" he asked, plastering a big, white-toothed grin on his face. Matty was puzzled, eyes narrowed into slits.

    "Thought what over?" The man pulled out a piece of paper and put it in front of Matty.

    "Don't tell me you forgot!" he spoke cheerily, in a rather annoying tone of voice, adding, "we asked you to join our coven, still waiting for an answer." Oh. Ooooh. It dawned on him then.

    "Right." Matty cleared his throat, and said bluntly, "I don't do covens." That wasn't quite true. He was an ancestral witch, part of his family's coven by birth and for life although exiled. He couldn't switch even if he wanted to. "Too much teenage drama," he added.

    "Witches don't survive long without a coven, you know," The man said, a slight hint of warning in his voice as his face became stern. Matty was unfazed, though.

    "I don't plan on living past forty anyway," Matty's snappy one-liner earned him an eye-roll. The man stood up and walked away, speaking in undertones. Matty pretended not to hear him. He went back to copying the spells on the back of the pamphlets when he noticed an oddly simple mission. The pamphlet was a bit worn and crumpled but the reward was appealing. Delivery missions were rare because they were first come first serve. Perhaps they were lucky. The item to be delivered was a wooden box but the place of delivery was far in the mountains. He quickly rummaged through the rest of the pamphlets without noticing the date printed in fine letters at the bottom of the delivery mission paper... it was dated to ten years ago today. Regardless, he decided to pitch that idea to Theo but he was reluctant to go see him.
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    Theo woke late the next morning, groaning as his body cracked and popped in all sorts of places. As he laid in bed, still groggy, the events of the previous night came flooding back to him, which he had hoped to write off as simply a horrible nightmare. But alas, it all had really happened. With a sigh, Theo would finally roll out of bed, without anywhere to be that morning.

    In fact, he didn't really have much of an agenda for the day, so instead he opted to lay low after their unfortunate entrance into the common hall. There was no doubt the story had completely spread and Theo simply wasn't in the mood to deal with it. It seemed Mathian was still in the healer's temple and from what he'd heard it was a weird, unsettling place. He hoped he'd never have to find himself there. But it was probably perfectly suited for Mathian, Theo thought with a snort.

    The next day however, Theo would have to venture out from the sanctuary of his room. He dressed and left to head down to the mess hall for breakfast, but paused as he locked his door behind him, glancing over to the warlock's door. 'Should I knock?', Theo stood there for a moment, gnawing at his lip as he mulled over the thought. Finally his teeth released his bottom lip and Theo stepped over to the witch's door, hesitantly lifting his hand and giving the door a quick rap with his knuckles. He listened carefully. Nothing but silence... Theo let out a breath and then turned away. He wondered breifly if the warlock was still with the healers or if he was released and was going about his own business already.

    His breakfast was peaceful thankfully, hoping that everyone had gotten their fill of the gossip and moved on already. That or everyone was either already busy with missions or still half asleep at this time of day. Theo ate a hearty breakfast with lots of meat so that he was ready for a good workout. The gym a large room with high ceilings, perhaps once a ball room of some sort. There was specialized and reinforced equipment for the werewolves and vampires, though the two were rarely seen working out at the same time. For the most part the gym was used by the werewolves during the day, when the vampire's wouldn't be around, and it seemed to keep the peace that way.

    Theo was eager to get started, knowing it was the pick-me-up he needed. His amber eyes wandered, wondering where to start first. He spotted an open punching bag and stepped over. Though as he stood there, wrapping his hands, he could feel eyes boring into his back. Theo tensed but did his best to ignore it, stepping up to the bag and throwing a few punches. He soon forgot about the stares, getting into his workout. It felt good to get his blood pumping and work out the kinks in his body. And it gave him time to think.

    Despite all the things that Mathian was, with his constant sarcasm and irriating need to fuck with everyone, they had actually worked pretty well together and in the end succeeded in their mission. Perhaps if they could find some common ground, this partnership could work out pretty well. However these thoughts suddenly had Theo feeling a little guilty for not checking on the warlock sooner. Perhaps after his workout he'd dare to visit the temple, as much as the thought made his skin crawl.

    He had moved on to combos, when two others approached him. They were also werewolves and from their aura, he guessed that they had been the one's watching.

    "Hey, you're the one that popped up in the Hall buck naked, aren't you?" The first one asked, grinning. He was a man older than theo, with a little grey at the temples and speckling his short beard. The other, closer to Theo's age, but still older, stifled a chuckle. Theo never took his eyes away from the bag.

    "Yep..." He said bluntly, sounding pretty bored of this conversation already. His punches came at the bag a little harder all of a sudden.

    "Man, you must have pulled the short straw to get paired with a witch." The older man said, shaking his head. Most supernatural were either paired with one of their own kind or a human. Though sometimes the vampires were paired with witches. "You know, they say they are closer to human that we are, definitely more than the vampires. Makes you wonder what makes them so fucking heartless." He added, speaking to both. "I've seen them blind a wolf with silver dust, just for kicks." The other chipped in.

    Immediately Theo's jaw clenched. His first instinct was to defend Mathian, to tell them that his partner wasn't all that bad. But he stopped himself. Could he honestly say that? He didn't know a damn thing about the warlock and as much as he wanted to say they had worked pretty well together on their last mission, Theo didn't know how much he could really trust Mathian. The warlock could just as easily gain his trust just to sell him down the river at the opportune moment. Suddenly Theo would grab the bag to steady it, before shooting them two werewolves a look. "Is that all? Or do you have something of value to say to me?" He said bluntly.

    "Easy there, Cujo..." The younger male said, putting his hands up in a mocking defensive gesture. The older man seemed less than amused. "I'm just saying... Watch your back with that one, kid. You can't trust 'em..."

    Theo continued to stare them down with a bored look. "Thanks..." He said curtly before stepping away from the bag. He sighed, yanking off the wraps from his hands roughly, tossing them away. He continued his workout for a short while longer, but his heart wasn't really in it anymore. Theo would leave to take a quick shower, trying not to dwell on the warlock anymore. However, that was easier said than done.

    Theo left the showers in a fresh pair of clothes, his long hair still dripping a little onto his shirt, when he ran into his handler. He was none too kind in asking Theo to bring some paperwork to the library for him before stalking off again. Theo narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the papers. "I'm not your fucking lapdog." He grumbled, tempted to throw them out. But with a heavy sigh, Theo begrudgingly made his way over to the library, searching out the person he was supposed to pass the paperwork to.

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    The levitation spells he had picked were the hardest to pull off. Most witches would start off small, flick their fingers and elevate a feather or a nearby candlestick, but Matty learnt best by putting himself in tough situations. Training wheels were for sissies, he claimed, but, in fact, he wasn't as patient and diligent as he looked. Half way though writing it all down, he felt his stomach rumble. He'd forgotten to grab some grub, which happened often. Hence, the slight lack of meat on his bones. But more than food, he needed to stock up on herbs and potions.

    When he was finished, the book flew off to its assigned aisle and neatly placed itself back on its shelf. He stuffed the chosen mission pamphlet in his back pocket and was about to leave when somebody grabbed his collar from behind and tugged at his throat.

    "Hold up, sunshine," it was that awfully annoying, deep voice. Matty took a sharp spin on his heels and slapped the person's hand away. He came face to face with a towering man, with flowing dark curls and emerald green eyes. A two-day stubble poked at his face, a distinct, nauseating smell brewed in his mouth, and his brow arched upwards as a sign of amusement. Matty was shooting darts out of his grey eyes, a cold ember in his pupils.

    "Dave," he spoke with such resentment in his voice that the air turned chilly instantly. The man's smile turned into a frown and he smacked Matty on the back of his head, uttering in an irritated, loud voice,

    "It's Devon, you idiot, for the billionth time," he folded his arms on his large chest and added in an undertone, "Jesus." Matty pouted and growled, rubbing the impacted area. Davon was a human... a human with a particular set of skills that all creatures feared. Rumors had spread that he was born into a witch's household but he inherited no magic, so he took up supernatural hunting instead. Matty didn't care much about his origin story; in fact, he wished the guy would just leave him alone, but that was hardly going to happen.

    "Like it matters!" Matty spoke through gritted teeth, visibly annoyed. "What do you want now?"

    "Lahmie's been in the hospital for a few weeks now, and you've yet to visit her," the man remarked in a serious tone of voice, making Matty stiffen. He knew he was going to mention her. Lahmia was Matty's ex partner, a dreadfully boring and brattish young woman who had fallen ill suddenly... by Matty's design. Of course, it was Matty's little secret and he intended to keep it that way. If Davon, Lahmia's close friend, were to find out, Matty could wind up dead. Luckily, Matty knew he had no proof.

    "So? The world's not ending because of it, is it?" he narrowed his eyes and spoke sarcastically, trying to mask his guilt. He had convinced himself she deserved it, but he wasn't all that heartless. His conscience was heavy.

    "Yours might," Davon grunted a warning. "One of these days, Brummit, I'mma catch you red-handed and then... not even your unholy mother will be able to save you," his promise sealed, Davon walked away, leaving Matty to catch more than a shallow breath.

    He took a moment to relax when he spied none other than Theo handling a stack of papers. He wondered if he had heard anything and found himself caring about what he would make of it. For some reason, Matty didn't like the idea of Theo thinking he was a bad person. He walked over to the wolf in a steady pace, folding his arms on his chest,

    "Need some help with that?" he said, a smirk forming on the edge of his dry lips as a sign he wasn't serious at all.

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    Theo was too busy trying to flag down someone who ran the library, to really catch all of the commotion. Of course the person his handler told him to find didn't seem to be present and Theo was just about fed up with this errand when he caught the tail end of the hulking human's conversation with a witch. He didn't think much of it until the name 'Brummit' was suddenly thrown out there, catching his attention.

    He turned, his warm amber gaze seeking out the pair, just as the larger man was stalking off, leaving the witch behind. An all too familiar witch, he realized. What was that phrase? Speak of the Devil...

    "Mathian?" He muttered then, just as his partner seemed to notice him in turn. He didn't know what to say at first, but of course Mathian was the first to speak up with a sarcastic comment.

    Theo's gaze immediately dropped down to the papers in his hand, his lips slightly pursed. "Nah, I think I got this covered." He said, his tone sounding a little irritated, though it didn't seem to be directed at Mathian in particular. Suddenly a little smirk tugged at the corner of the werewolf's lips. "On second thought, maybe you could make these papers spontaneously combust." He joked bitterly. Perhaps he had judged Matty a little harshly the other day. Their handler was quite the prick after all.

    "Good to see you back on your feet." He said then, his cedar eyes giving the warlock a once over. "Did you return this morning?" Looking at the warlock now, Theo couldn't understand why he felt so conflicted. He felt guilt, and yet Mathian was a witch and they only partners because they were forced to be. The Warlock felt no loyalty towards him and Theo knew his kind was not to be trusted. He was just letting the events of the other day get under his skin... And his little secret that he would take to his grave before he told a single soul. It would be stupid and potentially dangerous to think of Mathian as anything other than a reluctant partner, at best.

    After a moment of awkward silence, Theo rose a hand to rub at the back of his neck, his hair still damp from his shower, making it darker than usual. And thus his eyes were more bright, like a smoldering embers. "Well, I gotta pass off these papers. See ya around?"
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    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    "Sure, if you're in the mood for second degree burns," Matty said in an undertone and chuckled, raising his hand to his face and conjuring a fiery spark above his index finger. He gazed at it with affection. Brummits were no pyromancers, although some practiced elemental magic. They were summoners and blood witches, heartless, practical, calculating, cold. Perhaps that was why Matty liked playing with fire. There was nothing familial about it.

    The flame perished and he looked back at the wolf, nodding briefly. A fire burnt in Theo's eyes, too, he noticed and almost got lost in it, staring. An awkward silence arose, although Matty was unaware. It wasn't until Theo spoke that Matty shook out of it, remembering what he wanted to talk to him about. "Wait," he said and pulled out the now crinkled paper from his back pocket, unfolded it, and placed it on the stack of papers Theo was holding.

    "We've got another mission. This one's easy," he claimed, pointing at the picture of a plain wooden box and the words underneath which spoke of a casual delivery. The address was a tad bit odd, it said Castle under the Rocks, Jergen Murik, Rd 707. "The Rocks are north of Lhanbryde Lake, we'd be there in two days, three if you're slow." He was oddly drawn to the mission, as if he was being forced to pick it, which made him more curious by the second. "I have some things to do, but we can start this afternoon. Unless you prefer running errands, of course." his signature smirk appeared again.

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    An odd feeling of almost relief came over Theo when Mathian called to him. It was only because it meant he had an excuse to avoid this stupid errand, he told himself. Theo looked to the paper, watching curiously as Mathian pulled out a crumbled paper before he passed it over to him. He raised a brow as he looked it over. As the warlock said, it seemed pretty cut and dried from what he read on the paper. Which he thought would was a nice change of pace from their last mission.

    And yet, something about seemed off about it, though Theo couldn't really pinpoint why. His eyes lifted from the paper to meet the witch's eyes as he mentioned that it would be a two day trip. At least he hadn looked into it already. "Speak for yourself... You're the slow one." He murmured, making a playful jab at the witch before he looked back down at the paper again. Well, a mission was a mission so he wasn't going to say no.

    His warm amber eyes flickered up to Mathian once again, seeing that smirk and then matching it with a smirk of his own. He then set the stack of papers down on the table next to him, before quickly scribbling a note and leaving it on top of the stack. He brought it to the Library like his handler told him to. Close enough. Theo then handed the mission paper back to Mathian to hang on to. "Alright. I have some things to prepare too. We'll meet back here, around... One?" He suggested with a quick glance at the old grandfather clock in the corner. With that, he turned to leave.
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    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    It was surprisingly easy to convince Theo to agree on the mission. There was no need for guilt-tripping or any threats of nudity, which made Matty all the more excited. The mission was simple enough, but preparations had to be made. The box would have to be retrieved from the holding area. He nodded briskly and answered sharply,

    "Catch you later," a casual wink followed. He was about to rush out of the library when he remembered he'd be letting all his spell copying work go to waste. He returned to the reading table in a quick pace, picked up all the papers, and left, without noticing Theo had already gone. The first place he visited was the food hall and there he ate in a hurry, almost choking on a bagel. He grabbed a few apples to go, chugged on a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and confided himself in his room thereafter.

    He lit a few candles and indulged into meditation as a means of concentration. He was still magically charged, albeit weakened. He wondered if he should give one of the levitation spells a go and after a bunch of nos and yeses, he decided on a trial run after he had finished packing up for the trip. He'd put the apples, some stale crackers, and sweets inside his backpack alongside a pouch with some dried herbs and a set of candles and other ritualistic materials. Instead of picking some vervain at the seathold, he decided to pick a fresh bunch on their way to the mountains. Finally, it was time to practice. The goal was to hover above the floor for more than five seconds. Unfortunately, the most he could do was two, and that was akin to a lousy jump. Hovering required many mental skills and proper magic channeling, it seemed.

    A few hours later, he came out of the room in a pair of baggy, black sweatpants, trainers, a white tee-shirt, a grey hoodie over it, and topped the apparel with his black coat. A small, black backpack was hanging from his shoulder. He wanted to get a head start and get the box himself, slightly itchy to have it. On his way to the package retrieval area, he thought of how they would get to Lhanbryde Lake. He didn't want to portal since he needed to conserve his strength. Waiting for portal service could take hours and without knowing a precise location it was impossible, so their best bet was to take the bus.

    Matty first stopped by the information desk to register Theo and himself for the mission before he proceeded to the retrieval area which was a floor above it. The room was made up of shifting walls, columns and tiles. Each would open and close and shift and turn upon request, motivated by a set of magically enhanced cogs and wheels. The floor was translucent marble, the walls hard wood. Matty entered and called out the registration number and instantly, the tiles in front of him twisted and turned and then fell through and a single pillar rose from the floor. On top of it stood the wooden box, a mirror image of the one in the picture. It was covered in dust, plain-looking and dull, but inviting. Matty reached out and handled it carefully. A single jolt of electricity shook his fingers. He was meant to deliver this box, to have it, to protect it... he sensed it. And instantly, the box shook off the dust and changed appearance. It was a beautifully carved, gilded box, ornamented, shiny, cryptic but to all other eyes it was still plain, simple, and boring. Matty tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. He figured it had been sealed magically, and he had enough time to figure out how to pry it open.

    He held it closely as he headed for the library where they were meeting up. This time he wasn't late; in fact he was several minutes early, which was an oddity in itself. There was another thing that was odd, too, although Matty couldn't quite put his finger on it. He felt like he was being watched but the people he could see were not interested in what he was up to at all.

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    Theo went back to his room quickly, changing out of his work out clothes and got dressed in a typical grey T-shirt and jeans. And of course his worn, dark brown boots that were only ever half laced up. This time he would be prepared, grabbing a leather backpack and packing it with spare clothes, as well as some survival gear they might need, and a few MREs. You never knew what could happen, even with a simple delivery mission. Especially after the last one, he didn't want to be caught unprepared... or in his birthday suit, again.

    As he dug through his nightstand drawer, Theo paused, picking up a worn picture that was obviously folded many times in quarters. He let out a sigh, his amber eyes wandering over the imagine of an adolescent girl with warm green eyes and familiar auburn hair. He held the picture fondly for a moment longer before dropping it back into the drawer and shutting it with a soft thud. And with that he slung his bag over his shoulder, leaving his room.

    Theo made a quick stop at the mess hall, grabbing himself a lunch so that he'd be well fed and energized before their trip. He had to wonder what their accommodations would be for their time away, and he had doubts that the Militia would be paying for any of it. Perhaps he should have thought about that sooner, but he supposed he could talk that over with his partner before they left. Of course if it came to it, he was just fine sleeping on the ground. But he had to wonder how the warlock would fare in those conditions.

    Theo arrived at the Library just before one o'clock and was surprised to see that Mathian was already there. As he stepped over, Theo dropped his gaze to look over the plain brown box that the warlock held almost protectively. "That's it?" He asked, raising a brow as he looked over the rather boring wooden box. However, the longer he looked at it, Theo could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. A strange sensation washed over him then and suddenly he was starting to have doubts about this mission. "What's in it?" He asked then, breaking his gaze away from the weird box. He didn't know what it was, but something about that box made him anxious.

    The werewolf didn't reveal any of his unease however, not wanting to give the warlock ammo over the fact that he was freaked out by some stupid box. "Whatever. Are you ready? The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get this over with." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what are we going to do for food and a place to stay? I'm open to suggestions, as long as it's not going to cost us a fortune. Still waiting for that money to come in..." He frowned a little. You think they would be a little more efficient. But then, they usually were, when it came to payments at least.

    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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    Matty stood quietly in the corner, trying to open the mysterious box using both force and magic, but none worked. That irked him and he pouted like a child denied treats before dinner. Theo showed up quickly enough and for once Matty agreed with him. The sooner they were to leave, the sooner he could figure out the contents of the box. At the mention of the money they were due for their previous mission, Matty slumped, but they needn't worry, he thought.

    "Well, there are a few perks for being partnered with a witch," he was smug, "we are very persuasive. I'll worry about accommodation." It wouldn't be the first time Matty used a mind manipulation spell on a human. Granted, vampires were masters of compulsion, but witches didn't fall too far behind. It only worked on humans, though, the more simple-minded they were, they easier it was to pull their strings. Matty's compulsion spells lasted a short while, though, so they would have to be out of there by the crack of dawn.

    "As for food, aren't wolves more than just lapdogs? I'm sure there's plenty of game in the mountains," he said teasingly, beckoning the wolf to follow him out, towards the hall, "We'll miss the bus, let's go." All the while, he was holding onto the box so tightly his knuckles turned white. The feeling they were being watched was still there, but Matty ascribed it to being instinctively alert for possible danger, as this mission seemed like an important one.

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    Theo stared at the warlock with a rather skeptical look, not exactly sure what 'persuasive' meant. And he was even less sure he wanted to know. He thought the power of witches was creepy enough, he didn't know to know the full extent to which they could fuck with his mind. Fortunately for him, he needn't worry about that... But the thought was still creepy.

    However, the look of suspicion quickly turned to one of mild disdain. "Hah... Funny. You know... if this gig doesn't work out for you, you could always become a comedian." He said in retort. He raised a brow as Mathian beckoned him to follow, noting how he had a tendency to do that. "Bus?" Theo repeated in surprise. Of course he wasn't too thrilled about the idea of taking a public bus, but hey, at least it wasn't a portal. Not wanting to seem like he was complaining, Theo quickly followed the warlock out of the building to wait for the bus.

    They were quite the odd pair, standing next to each other at the bus stop. Theo glanced over at the smaller male, eyeing him up and down for a moment until he noticed the way he clutched the box until his knuckles turned white. "Jesus... Relax, will you?" He hissed quietly, wondering what the warlock was so tense about. However, it got him to thinking about the box again. For as plain as it looked, there was something about it that was unsettling. Even just sight of it set him on edge. Was it affecting Mathian as well, he wondered. Well, the sooner they got rid of it, the better. As soon as he thought that, the bus arrived, pulling up in front of them. The hydraulics gave a hiss as the side of the bus tilted for them to board. Theo glanced to the warlock before he got on, opting to stand and leave the seat open. "So, how far is this lake exactly?" He asked lowly, once they were boarded and the bus started to drive off.
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    "If you could only see the beast you've made of me
    I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
    Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
    Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart



    My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in
    You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl"


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