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Private My smile as real as a hyenas

Discussion in 'Centria' started by Magiano, Apr 21, 2019.

  1. Magiano

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    25th April
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    Things had taken quite a turn south and if he was admitting that, it was really bad. Ground shaking bad. Trees tried to eat me bad. Attacked by vicious beasts bad. The latter being why he now had a nasty wound on his side, three parallel lines of claw marks stretching onto his back, deep and hurting. Of course he had cleaned it and put bandages on, but he needed... rest. And maybe someone to do stitches.
    But not in this place where magic was running crazy. And not around Robin either, he still hadn't forgotten how worried she'd been the last time. No, it was time for a region change. The countryside of Centria seemed best – recluse enough that people wouldn't know him, farmers less likely to ask questions, fields and barns providing food and a place to sleep even if one wouldn't ask. The decision made the boy had headed over, glad for the convenient magic doors allowing people to travel fast between the cities. Walking around wounded wasn't fun.
    After quite some time wandering through the landscape, trying to find a good place to stay, following a path chosen after seeing an illusion-worker walking it down, interested in this magic for its usefulness, he came across a meadow with cows, some houses in the background – but those didn't interest him. Cows generally were friendly. The stall they had against bad weather was enough for him, the fence no hindrance for him. Carefully he laid his violin case down first, wincing as he loosened the straps of his knapsack. Hopefully no one would come by until the morning.
     
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    Philip pulled up on the side of the dirt road, killing the engine with a wrench of his hand. He stepped out the Dodge Ram, his forearm resting on the butt of his holstered gun. Not that he expected problems. It was more of a habit.

    Butcher and Adrienne spilled out after him, Raul the German Shepherd leaping out the truck bed with a bright yip. The Governor’s ranchers hefted out a large bale of hay, carryin’ it between ‘em towards the cowshed.

    Philip hefted up a smaller bundle in one hand, leading the way, Raul circling around ‘em, sniffing at the grass and weeds. He must’ve caught a stranger’s scent ‘cos he jerked rigid, ears shooting up ramrod straight. The German Shepherd curled his dark lips in a silent snarl, then loped off into the cowshed.

    Did they have a trepasser on their land?

    The Governor swapped grim, icy scowls with his fellow two-natured folk, before dropping the bale of hay and drawing his silver plated Beretta.
     
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    The sound of an engine had him snap out of the daze he had dropped in, likely from the injuries and exhaustion. He knew it was too late to run away, wouldn't he get far with his wounds anyway. So he got ready to defend himself and his precious instrument, pulling the threads of the magic he could access together. There wasn't much, just that illusion worker he'd seen earlier and his scimitars were a last resort, fighting when wounded a problem anyway.
    So instead he used the illusion, shifting his appearance into that of an hyena, cowering in the corner over his few belongings, giving of a low rumble as a warning, hoping it'd keep the dog at bay. The illusion flickered often to how he really looked, a teen or young man in dirtied clothes keeping low, hand pressed against his side where blood had seeped into his clothes through the bandages. Ready to dash and run every moment, mainly scared and a bit desperate. There was no danger coming from him, all he wanted a place to recover.
     
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    Raul started up barking and howling inside the cowshed, provoking the Governor into charging on in with his two ranch hands. He expected to find a couple bandits tryin’ to steal one of their cows, or even mixing goddamn poison in their water or feed. They hated shifters so much, nothin’ was beneath ‘em. What Philip discovered instead had him jerking to a stop.

    A hyena was crouched in a corner over a bunch of junk, its form sometimes flickering away to reveal a battered young man, clothes covered in dirt and blood. Who the hell? A pity the Governor hadn’t brought Diego along with him, ‘cos he had a similar talent. This guy was new to the ranch. Philip made sure to commit everyone’s face and name to memory.

    “S’awright, Raul,” he called off the dog, holstering his gun.

    He’d give the boy the benefit of the doubt since he was injured and part of the two-natured folk. It was hard not to speculate on how he’d got in this condition. Maybe he’d been on his way to the ranch, hoping to bag himself a home and job, when the anti-shifter crowd had attacked him.

    “Who beat you half to death, son?” the Governor asked him. “Was it humans?”
     
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    Of course the dog got followed by people, they rarely walked around on their own on such a territory. At least no one was outright charging at him, his scimitars fearsome looking weapons but the boy despite skill hesitant to use it with no reason. Especially when he could barely hold himself upright. Infection, maybe. Wouldn't be the first time and with the mess of scars on his back constantly spouting open spots he almost always run at the risk of one.
    “Oh, no, I'm not one but the hate isn't that obvious here...” he murmured, dropping the illusion because it took too much of his focus to maintain the magic. “Fairies, the wayward folk, nasty little critters were it, over in the magic lands... figured they might have a grudge, so it's safest here.” The weapons got lowered back to the ground too. “Not going to make trouble, just need a place for the night... I'll be on my tomorrow, I promise” A weak one, given how he'd curled up on the ground, only hagging his few belongings, most important the violin case, close, the other hand still loosely pressed on the wound. Magiano knew better than to ask for much from someone who'd just found him unasked on private property.
     
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    Fairies?” Butcher boomed out at the injured man, his chortles bouncing harshly in the cowshed. “You’re teking the piss! What kind of pansy gets beaten up by fooking fairies?”

    The Governor turned to glare at his ranch hand, who fell silent, scowling down at his steel-toe boots. Philip had learned the hard way that you didn’t underestimate members of the supernatural community, no matter how small. But that wasn’t why he’d glared at him. He’d glared ‘cos he hadn’t instructed him to speak, hadn’t instructed him to insult a potential ally. Moron.

    “We got a healer back at the ranch,” the Governor tilted his head to study hyena boy. “Private rooms, clean comfy beds, hot square meals. We’ll take you back there in the truck right now… Just as long as you surrender your weapons. I hope you can understand that we gotta take precautions.”

    Butcher and Adrienne took a couple steps towards the wounded young man, Raul wrinkling his dark snout. The three of ‘em were ready to act depending on how he responded to the Governor’s invitation. If it was badly, well… Now… Guess they’d better put this stranger outta his misery…
     
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    Magiano almost snorted at the harsh words. There was more than one kind of fairies and especially here one shouldn't assume anything. “You try holding yourself against a forest of the old ones” he snapped back, having some pride in his fighting skill. It was anything but bad, there simply wasn't so much to do against whole hordes of powerful magic beings set out to hurt and kill. Lucky he even got out, thanks to his own magic. And anyway was it none of their business how exactly he came to the wounds.
    At the offer he blinked up at the leader, holding his gaze with unnatural golden, slitted eyes, wavering just a little bit. A healer sounded great. Heck, everything that was a bit more than a cow-occupied barn sounded like a dream and who was he to turn a free meal down? The boy nodded, sliding the scimitars across the ground to them and then proceeded to scramble up and drop a dozen other knives hidden under his clothes or in the backpack on the pile. Better to take precautions, right? Standing, though swaying, he only hugged the music case close. “You're not touching my violin.” Admittedly he might need some help with his backpack, barely able to carry himself.
     
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    If Philip’d had any doubts, those golden slitted pupils would’ve proven the stranger was a part of the shifter community. Looking upon ‘em made his one good eye feel hot, dry, scratchy.

    He blinked away the sensation, his lips twitching a little at the sight of the weapons raining down into the thick straw. The Governor almost expected him to pull a big machine gun or grenade launcher out his back pocket next. Hyena boy must’ve shed half his body weight.

    Poker-faced and silent, Butcher and Adrienne collected up the weapons, practically juggling with ‘em. Philip was glad he’d brought the pick-up truck.

    “You can keep the violin,” he agreed, his voice steady and vaguely friendly. The stranger had been agreeable up to this point. “Long as you open the case first. Show us the contents.”

    The Governor made a go on gesture with his arms, dropping ‘em to his sides with a slap. Maybe he’d watched too many movies about the Mafia. Men wearing immaculate black suits, trilby hats, unlatching violin cases and pulling out Tommy guns in a bright white spray of bullets.
     
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    The guess that his belongings made up half his weight wasn't even that far from true, endless wandering, dangers and more than one day spend hungry leaving its mark. Enough to have others underestimating him, but being hurt and all didn't help that. At least he got to keep his instrument, music was a big deal in keeping him... stable. Happy. Comfortable. Magiano wasn't hiding anything, so there was no issue showing that it really was a violin.
    It only meant sitting back down again, unable to work it one-handed and with the wound at his side influencing his movements too much. Not to mention that the scars on his back restricted what he could do even at the best of times. So he opened the case, careful taking out the delicate and well-cared for violin, the bow, turning everything upside down to prove there wasn't anything hidden inside either. “Good now?” He wasn't sure he'd manage to get up again. Once, maybe, to walk somewhere hopefully not too far away to crash for sure.
     
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    Hyena boy opened the case and took out the violin, revealing that it was no weapon, no threat. Butcher snorted scornfully at the violin, murmuring somethin’ like pansy under his breath, which provoked a heated glare outta Philip. There was no reason to insult an agreeable guest.

    “This way,” the Governor jerked his chin, motioning the group out the cowshed. Butcher and Adrienne went first, hefting along their cache of weapons. Was like they’d raided a police vault.

    He prowled out the cowshed, crossing the field back to the Dodge Ram. Adrienne and Butcher were already dumping the weapons in the truck bed, some of 'em making loud thumps and clangs against the metal. They’d have to lock those up somewhere safe in the ranch, until the stranger could prove that he was trustworthy. That shouldn’t take long. He’d made a good first impression.

    Philip paused with his hand on the driver’s door to check on him. He half expected to see him passed out in the grass and weeds, or maybe dashing off in the opposite direction.
     
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    The reactions to his violin only made him more determined to keep the instrument. Everyone could have one thing dear to them. For some it was a weapon, a trinket, a comforting token. His was an instrument. Nothing wrong with that. And just because his main profession was musician, he still could be tough and a fighter. Those men had no idea what he'd already gone through.
    Let them take his weapons. There still was wire interwoven in his dreads, capable to pick locks, shards disguised as decoration sewn into his cloak, magic and his surroundings more than enough. Knifes you could find in any proper kitchen. The scimitars he'd miss, unique weapons going back a long tradition of nomad tribes, stories all of a family history he had. At least the interrogation finally was finished, could they move on.
    Magiano rather slowly, tired, the wound taking it's toll, leaving him staggering after them, seemingly stumbling over every bit of uneven ground, struggling to manage carrying his pack, the violin all while his instincts said to just stench the bloodflow and curl up. And the car... he'd seen those things around of course, had been in areas where they functioned before, but the boy never actually got into on. He didn't even knew how, if they wanted him in a certain place, how far it'd be and why couldn't they've only left him in peace?
     
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    Butcher started to clamber into the truck, but he shoved him back with an open palm. The Governor gave a single shake of his head, his face a cold, hard mask, lips firm.

    “Somebody’s gotta stay behind to take care of the livestock,” he told him, voice firm and icy.

    Butcher spat out a couple venomous cuss words, glaring at hyena boy, before stomping back to the cowshed. Without sparing Butcher a look, Adrienne offered to help the wounded stranger the rest of the way to the truck, her expression gentle and kind. She invited him to stretch out across the seats, then slipped into the front with Philip, readjusting the dagger concealed down one long boot.

    Once everybody was in position, he started up the truck, pulling off the scraggly grass verge on to the dirt road. He kept his gaze on the windshield, sometimes glancing in the rear-view mirror to sneak looks at hyena boy. Check he wasn’t about to stab either one of ‘em in the back.

    “You got a group?” the Governor asked him. “Friends? Family? Allies who’ll come looking and jump to conclusions if they find out you’re holed up with a new community?”

    He was reflecting on his time in Woodbury, where large groups of strangers were bad news.
     
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    Magiano didn't even bother reacting to Butchers glare. The decision wasn't his fault – none of them were here because of him, there'd be enough room in the vehicle for one additional person and he hadn't disturbed the livestock in any way. Heck the boy would've helped if not for his own state. Right now he was all to glad about the little help from the woman getting into the car.
    Lying down though wasn't within options. The wound meant he'd turn his back to them, lacking trust for that, the mess of scars on his back preventing him to lay on it even at the best times. So sitting it was.
    With how tight he gripped the seat that probably was the best. This certainly wouldn't become his favorite method of transport. Nothing against a nice wagon or a ship, though the oceans vastness scared him, but he much preferred to walk, to make his own way and know where he had been and what was along. Seemingly trapped inside this thing he had even less intention to attack whoever drove it. Almost he missed the question, but was quick to give his honest reply. “Ah, no. Never had.” How admitting to strangers he was traveling alone might not be a good idea escaped him. “There's a girl, in the big city, who'll worry, but... she doesn't know where I am.” With a frown, he added: “Should write her again, I guess”
     
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    “Got yourself a sweetheart, huh?” Philip mustered up a chummy grin.

    Well… Now… That was somethin’ to exploit if hyena boy ever crossed him…

    The Governor slipped into a thoughtful silence then, rousing himself from it when they’d reached the ranch. He parked up at what passed as the courtyard, red painted buildings surrounding ‘em. The barn was the most distinctive with its double doors and narrow windows.

    “You wanna rest up after we’ve looked over your wounds?” he asked, stepping out the truck. His weather beaten engineer boots bit into the grit. “Or have somethin’ to eat?”

    “Surely the young man will want food before sleep?” piped up a dry, creaky voice close to his elbow. He turned his head to see Grandma Gray peering around his side at their guest, her withered hands clutched in her lap. “I was about to serve up the roast.”

    More two-natured folk were beginning to trickle out of the buildings like ants from their complex network of mounds. They gathered in small crowds a few cautious feet back from the truck, peeping at hyena boy and whispering speculations. Shifter or human? Friend or enemy?
     
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    “Ah, not like that” he replied back, smiling but unfazed. His relationship to Robin was more of a friendship, not that he would advance without knowing she approved. The girl was one of the rare persons he cared about, but they didn't even knew her name, let alone an address and he intended to keep it like that. No need to mix those two worlds.
    Almost falling out of the vehicle he looked at the small settlement, already taking a liking. Food he'd never deny, but didn't get a word in before some old woman decided in favor of it. With a smile Magiano thanked her, yet stayed where he was. This community seemed quite wary of strangers, so he left it upon the Governor to sort this out. His backpack he'd left in the truck too, not having the strength to chuck it along when he already carried the violin and was careful not to strain his wound too much. Puplis dilating to cat-like slits he took in the crowd with golden eyes, unbeknownst to them looking for signs of magic.
     
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    The yellow feline eyes caused a ripple of relief to run through the crowd. Some people nodded approvingly, pleased to have another shifter in their midst. They didn’t resist when the Governor barked at ‘em to return to their work, gesturing to reinforce his command.

    “I’d best check on the roast,” croaked Grandma Gray, scuttling off back to her kitchen.

    As the last of the crowd dispersed like wheat in the wind, Adrienne rolled up with Gloriana, who was clutching at a chapped leather satchel. He hadn’t seen her leave ‘em, too busy watching the crowd in case of a riot, but it was good thinking on her part to grab the jaguar witch.

    “Gloriana. This is-” Philip stopped in the middle of his introduction, realizing somethin’. “Sport. You never gave us your name.” Probably ‘cos he hadn’t offered his own first. “Gloriana’s a hell of a witch. She can heal you a hundred different ways. I know first hand.”

    “Hey, honey,” Gloriana moved around to hyena boy, dropping her satchel at her feet. “I’ve had to treat a lot of sickly cattle today, so my powers aren’t at their strongest. I can heal open wounds, as long as they’re not too deep, but you’ll still need to rest up a couple of days.”
     
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    Why those people reacted to his eyes like that was beyond him. Usual his golden eyes were more reason for shock or concern, leading to questions and what not else. Nice to not be in trouble for once. This whole thing of getting commands wasn't entire his, but as long as they helped he could put up with it. Wasn't like he had to stay forever. And he would get food and some help with his wounds, so what was there to worry?
    “Well it sure isn't sport” he blurted out at the introduction, not getting the modern reference. “I'm Magiano.” That his name wasn't the most usual was another story. One he liked to tell, at the right moments. “Ah, don't worry, isn't my first one.” How upbeat he appeared out of sudden was another weird thing, another story. Just his magic, that he could heal himself if she showed how or boost her powers, that he kept to himself for the moment. Not everyone reacted good.
    Knowing she might want to see his wound he finally took his hand away from it and peeled his soaked shirt up. “Uhm, you might want to ignore the stuff on the back, that's just going to break open again anyway.” The 'stuff' referring to the fact that his whole back was a mess of scars, like he'd gotten lashed out more than once, never healing right. And he took it like it was nothing, when for everyone else it probably looked worrisome.
     
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    He mustered up a faint, tight lipped smile at the whole sport thing. Magiano. That was pretty odd, least when you came from Georgia. He was glad he’d left Butcher behind, ‘cos he would’ve laughed at the guy, probably said he sounded like a pompous stage magician.

    Hyena boy, Magiano, lifted up his blood soaked shirt, revealing a buncha angry, red raw wounds. Philip eyed his bare back, firming his lips, the lines deepening in his forehead. Guy looked as though he’d been flogged mercilessly by one of those cat o’ nine whips.

    He flashed back to his own childhood… His dad bending him over his knee and yanking down his pants… Hitting him on his back, his butt with his belt… Over and over and over again…

    Philip scowled away from Magiano, studyin’ the barn doors with too much grim interest. He gritted his teeth when Gloriana piped up making all kindsa sympathetic sounds, balling one of his hands into a fist. He clamped down on the urge to drive it into her mouth, breaking bones and words.

    “These look dreadful! You must have a high pain threshold!” She crouched down to fish a small jar out of her weathered leather satchel. “How on earth did you get them, honey?”

    The jar contained a golden substance that was the same patchy thickness and wobbly texture as strawberry jam. She smeared it across the palms of her hands, the air filling with the fresh, fragrant smells of a prize winning flower shop. Murmuring softly under her breath, she reached out to hyena boy, intending to rub it into his wounds, including the ones on his back.

    Philip’s expression was indifferent. She’d used the same concoction on him during the last full moon. He’d got one of his hind legs trapped in a goddamn bear trap. The stuff would make you feel all warm and cosy when it came into contact with your skin. It’d produce a soft golden light, then fade away to reveal knitted flesh, or semi-knitted flesh if the wounds were that deep.
     
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    The name he'd chosen sure was an unique one and at any other time he'd like to explain how it came to be. How in his world the magic got named after him. Reactions to his back always differed between shock, sympathy and anger, neither of which he concerned himself with since it was his body after all, had he been living with those wound for some years. If anything the comment towards his pain tolerance irritated him, because of course it had hurt, still hurt, always.
    “Years ago. I had a mark there, a... discoloration. The priests thought it was evil, so they cut it away.” he told them bluntly. It sounded like such a small thing when in reality it had resulted in his whole back being skinned, the ripped edges stretching into his side. This new wound, scarring, would blend in just well. “Can be glad they never noticed my eyes” He wouldn't be the only malfetto to have them gauged out by someone meaning to stop an illness from spreading. Especially once powers manifested in some.
    A bit disappointed he was that there'd be no magic safe the one of herbals. No copying that. For a short moment he flinched away at the touch, knowing one too many instances where just more hurt would follow. But the boy also knew how to cooperate and held still for the remaining of the procedure. Still and silent, only glancing at what she did there, knowing that scars couldn't be healed anymore, that nothing was going to smooth out the mess on his back.
     
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    Magiano’s response had Gloriana uttering more sympathetic sounds, while the Governor remained silent and stony. Priests, hmm? No matter the world, they were still hypocrites to their religions, whether it was sexually molesting boys to gouging flesh from their backs.

    The thick, sticky substance produced its soft golden light, then ebbed slowly away to reveal semi-knitted flesh. Gloriana stumbled back from Magiano, Adrienne darting forward to clutch at her to keep her from crumbling to the dirt and grit.

    “Whew! Thanks, girl,” Gloriana gently squeezed the other she-shifter’s arm.

    “Feeling a little better now?” Philip asked Magiano, resting his elbow on the butt of his holstered gun, but not to threaten him. It was a gesture of relaxed authority. “I’ll show you to your room. You can put away your things-” What little he’d brought with him, anyhow. “Then we can eat.”

    The Governor took a couple steps towards the dorms, pausing to glance back at hyena boy.
     
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