YOUR CHOICES DON’T MATTER // mutation + injury

[charactercemetary.]

//TW for demonic influences.
Pain filled their head when they were sleeping one night. Typically, they could not sleep well anyway. They had been plagued with nightmares. Now... they still had them, though.

"KRIS, let us send this world back into the abyss. And let us move onto the next one." A demonic voice coos in their dream, holding a knife. The kitten’s fur stand on end.

They stand up, tall and confident for once. This demon looked like them, in a sense. Not the exact same, their sweater had two stripes, their body lacked the light colors. However... they had just an off air. Send this world into the abyss? What kind of high was the demon on? Crimson eyes narrow in DETERMINATION. Their voice carries out with a certain strength. "No."

Suddenly, the demon’s eyes appear black, ooze dripping from their mouth. Their smile is eerie to strike fear into the knightly kitten’s SOUL, as they turn their head. Their laugh fills the dreamscape. The only thing that is red are the demon’s pupils. "NO? No? Do you know who I am? I am the demon who comes when my name is called. I have erased worlds... so, I have a question for you: SNCE WHEN WERE YOU THE ONE IN CONTROL?!”

The demon rushed forward, slicing Kris’ head with a... Kris. The ritualistic dagger the kitten was named after.

With a gasp, the kitten fumbled out of the bed, crimson liquid dripping out of their head, onto their face. Their slash was on the left eye, but that wasn’t all that was causing the bleeding. Two horns started prodding out on their forehead, appearing ram-like and the crimson color of their eyes.

Upon their nightstand, was a single Kris.

✧ don't forget, i'm with you in the dark

[AMBROISE]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]//is the cut on the eye? as in has it damaged the eye directly or did the blade miss it?

Ambroise wasn't a Good Samaritan. It was rarely by choice that he'd ever interfered with someone's injuries, because that had been his role, and if he didn't do his job one of the raiders wouldn't have hesitated to cut his throat. He wasn't even a nice or good person period. He didn't really know how to be, after so much time spent around people tearing each other apart over spilled alcohol or suspicions of cheating at cards. Living with highly temperamental, largely immoral -or amoral- assholes was bound to blur things a bit, so when he heard a gasp from a room he was in the middle of passing, he didn't immediately burst in. Even when he smelled blood, he didn't jump into the fray, standing in place to debate with himself, before exhaling a capitulating sigh and shoving his way into the room. There he saw a child, bleeding from protruding horns and a laceration. Head injuries were always bloody.

"I might could help with the bleeding, if you'll let me look at your head." It'd be a bit awkward with the size difference, but he'd at least prefer to make certain the kid wasn't going to lose vision in one eye. Or if they were.
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Blood ... troubled Link. Not blood itself -- just the unsettling realization of its origins, its purpose, what caused it to spill. It came from a person, and without it, they'd die. ... Hence why Link hadn't hesitated to follow after Orpheus, pawsteps making no sound.
Kris is bleeding. This is as troubling as ever -- he didn't know the child, but he did know that they didn't normally have horns. Not that it was hard to piece together, with the way the horns protrude from their head, bleeding. Orpheus is dealing with Kris -- Link, meanwhile, surveys the room.
There's a knife on the desk. Why would a child have a knife? His ears lay briefly back as he moves to investigate, sniffing at it. A cut on the eye -- Kris wouldn't have caused that themselves, would they? But he .. can't pick up any other scents. Softly, he turns. "Wh' happened?" He manages to break out, voice hoarse and hard to understand. As much as he'd like to say nothing, as per usual, making dog noises next to a knife wasn't the ideal way to ask questions in important situations. Link would know. He's tried. In different contexts, of course. His gaze focuses on the kitten intently, but is content to wait for however long it takes for them to reply.

"we will not be torn" —-- link / ascendants / misc