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Anyone But Me... (Virindeus and Peyton)

Peyton's life had been flipped upside down and while she was no longer having an identity crisis she was still heavily in denial of the change and shift that had happened in her. She felt like she was losing control of herself and her heart and she absolutely hated it, the process of learning to trust and care for the people in your life is entirely normal, for everyone but her. In truth, it scared her and Peyton after her violent upbringing did not scare at all. She went out of her way to push everyone away, except Cora away and she knew letting one person in was against her better judgment because it meant one person in the house could talk her in or out of various situations. She was not trying to hurt the people here after all the various interactions and experiences she had with them but she was trying to find a sense of normalcy in this new state of being and that meant pushing everyone away for now. All eyes were on her suddenly when the room went silent and she looked up from the floor as her eyes went wide "huh?"

"Me?" I scoffed out pointing at myself when the last few words that had been spoken registered. The confusion displayed on my face slowly melting away as one of distaste took over my features. I looked at the faces in the room trying to remember the name of each person I knew or had been told of but damn there were a lot of people. "What about the big wolf guy, hair, booze, tattoos, has that little angle devil thing that follows him around?" I questioned pretending I did not know the man who I described name. 'Pretty sure that is Dom and the little devil angel? Do you mean Siobhan?' Someone spoke. "I guess and yeah Dom." I confirmed. ' He is away on another mission.' I mumbled out a curse hearing that opening my mouth to describe another guard. 'You are the only one with the skillset needed that is available for this.' The person retorted before I could speak up so I closed my mouth with a glare and a cross of my arms. "There are what? Fifty of us here? There has to be someone you can send besides me. Send anyone but me."

The meeting ended shortly after that and Peyton with her stubborn self had given a resounding no; which she was surprised they were even giving her a choice and not just assigning her the mission and sending her. She spun on her heels seeing Cora come her way "No... Nope... Nu-uh... I will not do it. You can not make me...." She was shortly on a rickety plane after that. "I can not believe she made me." She scowled to herself before growling to the shiesty man trying to touch and talk her up lunging towards him just to get him to back off. Her perplexed face when she landed and looked around the rural terrain gently sniffing the air hoping to catch Deus's scent was evident and almost comical if it were not for the immediate threat of a missing aspect lingering in the air. She picked up on a faint scent she knew and was pretty sure it was his.

"What are doing in Nepal Virin?" I mumbled to myself as I hiked through the rough landscape and stopped to examine some tracks I had found. There was blood here but I could not be sure if it was his the scent was too mixed to decipher from the others mixed in here. I soon began to wonder if he was in trouble and/or alone. Would I have to fight for his freedom? For both of ours? I stood up and rolled my shoulders back continuing to follow the scent and tracks ever closer to the aspect. I wanted to call out for him but I was unsure of what I might be walking into and unsure of calling out would expose us both. "What did you get yourself into Virin?"

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Ailward AspectPermalink Reply by ✓ Virindeus Ailward on May 3, 2021 at 2:36

His plants were dying, and the fact he couldn’t find answers to why in his room was causing the aspect to slowly go crazy. His plants one by one were no longer talking and the panic and anxiety that filled him with made him almost go off on the first person that dared open his door. He needed answers, Fredricks, Fredricks had to have answers right. He was the earth master initia he was friends with in Nepal. So without much word like his other siblings he set off on a mission on his own. Turning in his dragon form he was gone on his way. When he landed in Nepal he took on his human form and found a hotel. He knew getting a room would set off the manor alarms on here he was. Yet he didn’t care he was going to find answers.

After a very unrestful night's sleep he set off to find Fredricks. Climbing to his mountain home only to pause in his doorway. The man he was looking for was dead and on the ground. There was no life inside of him anymore. Virindeus was there trying to give him CPR knowing it was no use. His body was cold. He started looking around to find answers when he found Fredricks journal. It became clear that he sensed the shift in the plants and even had leads on who could have had a hand in it. He was in the middle of reading the passage when the shot rang out, the bullet ran through his side and he paused looking down. He had been shot.

He turned to face his attacker when the next shot rang out through his shoulder. Virideus panicked and caused vines to wrap around the man attacking him. He took off running in that moment as the adrenalin was the only thing keeping him going in that moment. He held onto the journal as he made his way up the mountain. He found himself losing blood like crazy and unsure if he was able to keep the man from finding him. He looked over the cliff edge. How could he be so foolish coming here alone. He had let his need for answers blind him. The blood loss made him dizzy and he fell off the cliff edge.

He fell through the tree branches that seem to soften his blow into the ground below. He gasped out for air to remind himself he needed to get moving. So he started to move, slowly trying to find a place to hide and recover the best he could. He needed to stop the bleeding. He managed to stumble into a cave. He needed something to shove into the gun wounds and looked to the journal he clung to. Ripping out the empty pages he stuffed what he could into the holes as the purple spots swirled in his eyes and he slumped unconscious against the cave wall.