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((Hahaha I really should be studying for Physics and Algebra 2 test tomorrow. But whatever man. It's THURSDAY! And thursday...is a special...day...oh yes...yes it is!))

Bedelia gave the creature a coy smile as he looked at her. In those lemon yellow eyes she could see the complete hate towards the people in the house, the loathing and humiliation. It only made her smile bigger, eyes sparkle with amusement as she saw him obey her words.

It was all too perfect. "Ah. We make the perfect team don't we?" She spoke to him, though ended up being herself. She started off into the woods, the wolf at her side and then ahead of her, bounding off into the darkness. It was alright though, she had him now. A dog was always loyal to its alpha. She was the alpha now.

"There's a place I enjoy for the most part. A story that has no meaning to anyone but myself, Wolf." She called into the forest. Her voice holding tones that he'd understand she was calling to him to follow her. "It gets really cold. But the prince, the pigs, and that retched girl have no powers in there. The only one who does is myself. Oh and you'll have six children and a lion to eat too, fill up that empty stomach of yours." She gave a loud cackly and when the wolf came to her side, they both vanished, shadows swirling around them, a few snowflakes escaping the other side and melting onto the ground where they once stood.

((Hopefully you guys understand where they went...hahaha...))

Sally continued to sniffle and cry as the others talked. Her fear still tore at her heart like needles and she still wanted to vomit food that no longer was in her stomach. Leaning against the wall she held her stomach gingerly and listened to the men talk. A small smile spread on her face when Lok said he wasn't quitting and somehow this whole thing felt better.

Leaning over she picked up her basket. "This morning...I bought some clothes for us all." Well now was the best time wasn't it? One of them was lacking in the clothes department. "Here." She took out a pair of baggy brown shorts and threw them to Lok as well as a shirt. "I even bought some for myself. That way I can do all those guy things, you know, climb trees, beat up trolls." Her eyes lit up slightly as she quickly pulled on some jeans of her own. They were loose at her hips, but still held up and suddenly seemed to emphasize her curved legs. "And look at this shirt! It's so cool!" Though many would call it opposite, seeing as how it was a simple forest green tank-top. Without word she stripped off her dress, only her sports bra on her freckled torso. The tank-top was slipped back over her top.

She was a slightly younger version of Laura Croft. And with freckles everywhere. Not that anyone had ever heard of her. But stories come in all kinds.

"Beyond Happily Ever After," she repeated, brown eyes glazed with her sick stomach and burning chest, "We'll be able to be who ever we want to be! I can get married to some amazing guy and then have beautiful babies. I'll name them Harry and Agnus. And we'll all live together in a HUGE house! And have lots of puppies and dogs." There was some sort of depression in this group, and she wanted it gone. "And we'll grow old together...we'll grow..."

Finally she slid to the ground and tilted her head back, closing her eyes in exhaustion. "Our children will grow old together with their husbands and wives...and then their children will...and their children's children..." Her soft, sing-song voice drifted off as her body shut down, a tear dripping down her cheek. "We'll be happy." Her body went limp and her head fell down, chin tucked against her chest and her mouth propped open slightly.

((Hahaha I dunno what to do! She sleeps! There!))

Lok had indeed been very grateful for the clothes. He even spared Sally a bit of a smile, though it looked more like he was baring his teeth. Crouching down into a painful sort of kneel he struggled to get into his new founded pants without exposing himself. Once was enough for one day. With a grunt and a quick show of standing Sally's and Percy's cloaks slid from his shoulders and he then struggled with the button.

He glanced a little at Amleth as he spoke. He frowned. It made him worry a little that he vaguely understood what the pig was trying to say. He really was human now, he thought with the mild edge of disgust. His fingers finally managed to fasten the button on his pants and he stooped to pick up his shirt.... a shirt? He'd never worn a shirt.

"You might have something there, pig..." He remarked in an unkind voice. "But then again... you're you... so maybe this is just shock talking."

He frowned at the fabric of his shirt again and cautiously slid an arm in, but was quite distracted with what Percy said. "... Please. Don't." He replied in a grumbling voice from somewhere within the shirt's fabric. He was lost somewhere between the sleeve and the collar, one arm flailing through the same hole he was trying to get his head.

He took a seat and continued to struggle. Distantly he heard Sally speaking about growing old and naming her children. He wrinkled his nose. "... I hope your kids slap you when you name them that." Was his only reply, trying to avoid the feeling it brought of being beyond a happily ever after... what would he do? All he'd ever really wanted was to be left alone... but was that what he really wanted-

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Lok exclaimed suddenly as Percy gave him a big bear hug. He had just managed to manuver his head into the right hole as well as one arm and he squirmed at the sudden hug. "Princy you great FLAMING BALL OF HOMOSEXUAL FEELINGS!" He glared as he was released and slid his other arm into the right sleeve. He patted him rather awkwardly on the back as he left. "Good grief... BELIEVE ME! I'm ESTATIC you're exctied... but PLEASE refrain."

He scowled a little and dusted off his shoulders. "We should definitely just GO now." He said aloud, but glanced back at Sally who was sleeping. "... Or maybe we should stay put." He said instead. He looked to the red cloak beneath him and quietly and quite nonchallantly he tossed it over her. It draped over her oddly like a blanket. He gave a snort.

"Maybe we should just ditch her." He said under his breath in a mean voice that anyone could have pointed out was a half hearted attempt. He traced his way back to Percy's cloak and returned it to him and frowned at his question about his mouth. He rolled his tongue around and squinted.

"It's burnt." He said flatly. "And it's black." He opened his mouth, a mouth quite full of dull human teeth, and it was indeed quite black. "I think..." He said and shrugged. "What's it matter? We need to plan where we move next..." He tossed a look at Sally. "Maybe after a break."

((TA DAAAH!!!... I dunno how I made it that long... I honestly dooon't.))

((AAAAAH. I HAAAAATE when that haaaappens.

No rush, man. That pisses the hell out of me too. GOSH!))

It was dark and empty. The darkness didn't bother Sally as much as the emptiness did. It seemed that she was the only living soul. There were no sounds, the only thing she could hear was her shallow breathing and the patter of her bare feet against cool, black floor. The floor beneath her was solid, yet rippled whenever she took a step, sending waves out in a circle into the vast distance. Even the air was cool, almost suffocating in the dark surroundings.

Only after an earth shattering howl did Sally jump and start to panic. The sound sent vibrations through her feet and up to the tips of her ears. Something burned and stung on the right side of her face. Her eyes narrowed in pain and her chest lurched in nausea. Falling to the ground another howl was heard, this time accompanied by a smooth, frightening laugh. She gagged. Her throat was sore and hot from the bile that settled in the back. She wanted to throw up, but it wouldn't come. Instead of waiting, she jumped up and began to run. With each leap and bound she heard echoes of those patters behind her, but in a much louder, boisterous way than her own soft, gentle ones. She was sure the right side of her face was melting off, the heat and sting was so extreme it felt as if fire and acid were boring onto her cheek and forehead.

Up ahead was a bright light and she ran to it. She wanted out of the darkness. It made her sick and empty. As the light got closer, so did her pain, to the point she gasped, the scream unable to escape her clenched throat. In the last few leaps she was hunched over into a straight out sprawl for the light ahead.

Once she got inside the bright light her eyes were met with her own reflection in a large mirror. Although she felt her face in a frown and tears streaming down her cheeks, the other Sally smiled in an odd, bottomless way that didn't quite reach her eyes. One thing that matched was the pain, now she knew where it came from. Three large and deep scratches spread from her scalp and to her cheek. They were rigged and healed, but still looked painful. Sally reached her fingers to her cheek and felt the sickeningly rough scars under the tips of her fingers. She wanted to throw up again.

The reflection cackled silently and moved in closer. Sally felt her feet draw her to the mirror, hands outstretched in a hopeless manner, muttering prayers to herself. 'I want to go home. I want to see Grandma. I hate them. I hate them...why'd I leave? I was fine there. It was MY story!' Hate filled her chest, calming the loneliness and fear. When her fingers touched the glass they were met with another pair. She felt the need to grab the matching hands, both sets of fingers lacing together. Blood dripped off her reflection's hands, smearing it onto her own. Finally she let the other Sally pull her into the liquid glass.

Just as she was almost enveloped into the mirror she saw two reflections behind her. A pair of yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, sharp yellow and red teeth spread in a monstrous smile. That wasn't the scariest part, it was who was next to the giant beast. Violet eyes in a white face, her smile motherly and frighteningly kind. The second before she was full into the mirror, her own face replaced that beautifully dark one.

She screamed, for only a split second until she was fully into the mirror and her scream bounced off glass and hit her straight on like a punch.

((Hahaha in case any of you are SERIOUSLY that slow...she was dreaming. I think she'd stay asleep for more than just a few minutes. XD ))

((OKAY! I have the time now, so sit back, suckas... cos this Aka is gonna post...!))

Lok had looked mildly offended as Neils adressed him as dog boy, but otherwise couldn't find the energy to be hateful after his little expierence. He frowned at him instead and shrugged.

They were then directed to some rooms, and told quite clearly not to 'f** out'. Lok let loose a bark of wild laughter and gripped at his sides. Oddly, this little homophobic remark he had found entirely hysterical. He tossed Percy a look and let out another peal of raucous laughter.

"You're alright, Neils." He said still chucking. "You're alright."

When they arrived at the room Lok drifted inside feeling completely alien. He'd never been this far in the house, much less this long. He wasn't sure if he felt comfortable in such a warm place, safe... or just on edge. He watched raptly as Percy lay Sally in a bed covered in a large quilt. He narrowed his eyes at her form and then glanced at Percy with an almost accusing look.

With a slight scowl on his face he strode over to her bed and gently eased her under the quilt. He stood back looking satisfied and wearing a gruffer expression as though to make up for such a tender action of tucking a little girl in.

Percy was speaking. Lok finished his sentence without a hitch: "Or myself." He put in after The Sorceress.

Lok then looked about the room at the beds that were available to him. Maybe being human now would make those things more comfortable. He wrinkled his nose and purposefull picked one quite a ways away from Percy, and made a show of doing so just for Neils.

Laying down he shut his eyes as the pig man left and Amleth picked out a bed of his own.

"Tomorrow then." Was his bid goodight, and he waited for sleep to take him.

((AND THEN YES! *parties*))

((RAWR. My school's doing a big deal about kids who die in drunk-driving related accidents. We even saw a live-action simulation, with kids in our school dying and crap. Don't drink and drive guys. IT'S REALLY DEPRESSING.))

Amleth had always slept in the guest room alone before, sleeping the night while they waited for the Wolf, with his boiled bum and endangered ego, to stop prowling the outskirts. Now, not only did he share this room, but he shared it with the same Wolf; or, at least, half of him.

Ugh, this was all so confusing. He needed to stop thinking about it so much. It was a pain, and his brain was getting tired from all this weirdness going on around them. What he needed now was to sleep, give his brain a break, so it would be ready for whatever new weirdness occurred in the morning.

Closing his eyes, he listened to the unfamiliar sounds of other people around him, until he was lulled into an exhausted sleep.

~~~

Amleth had never been much of one for dreams. After all the work he did during the day, he was usually too spent for energy to use what little he had left on nonsensical, wild stories in his sleep. He needed his bedtime to restore his energy, and had no time for other such business. Therefore, he was more or less accostomed to waking up from a perfectly dark night with no memories of what occured between the closing and opening of his eyes.

Last night, however, was riddled with dark, drooling, fanged shadows lurking just out of his range of vision, cold purple eyes, and houses crumbling to nothing in the wind. Of course, by the time he'd awakened in a light sweat, these images had fled from his memory, leaving him only with a horrible notion of foreboding and danger.

Trembling, he got up from his bed, and gave a tiny squeak when he saw two men sharing the room with him. Right, he reminded himself. I'm with others now. I'm not alone. He took a deep breath and slunk from the room.

He set about making breakfast, boiling eggs and preparing pancakes. He realized Lok would probably be dissapointed at the sheer lack of meat in the meal, but that was something the ex-wolf would have to deal with in this house.

Neils soon wandered down from his own room, and sat down at the kitchen table. "Morn'n, bro. Sleep well?"

Amleth made an indistinguished noise.

"I figured." Neils sighed and sniffed at the air. "Smells good. Ye've always been a good cook, Am. It's one of those talents you always say you don't have."

The younger brother frowned and flipped a pancake.

Neils shrugged. "Yaknow, I always sorta thought you were just a whiny kid, right? Never got the whole point about you bein' scared or anything. Didn't see a reason for it." The elder pig glanced to the fireplace. "But, well... after all that business yesterday... It's pretty impressive to see how you even survived all that crap, let alone, y'know... got brave afterwards."

"I'm not brave."

"Bullcrap. You handled that furball, Am. You've got balls if I've ever seen 'em." He paused. "In a totally not gay way." Amleth restrained a smirk. "But anyway, bro," Neils went on quickly, "I mean, I know it's scary and all that. Way scary. I'm scared for you."

"That... is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Neils laughed. "Naw, guess not. But, I mean, I just wanna remind you. If you get too scared again. Just sing that stupid old song we used to do. Remember?"

Amleth smiled. "It was an awful song."

"It should help, though." Amleth didn't say anything to that. His brother shrugged. "Just an idea." A pause fell between them. "Did Princey do any faggy stuff up there?"

"Don't think so."

"Good, good. Well. I'll let you finish up breakfast, then, huh?"

"Okay."

"Right. See you in a few." He waddled from the room.

"Right." Amleth cracked an egg over the skillet, thinking about the conversation. Did he really think he could stand up to the Wolf? To the Sorceress? Maybe... He sighed and flipped another pancake, and murmured the awfully lame song.

"Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, the Big Bad Wolf, the Big Bad Wolf... Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf, Lala-lala la, la..."

((Hahaha, OKAY! I du et... then I FINISH MY ESSAY! OH YES!... and that'll be like most of my homework done O.O *is a lewser*))

Lok dreamt.

He'd never recall being so relaxed to do so before. In his sleep he frowned deeply, a confounded expression at how at rest he felt, at the vague pale colours that his dreams provided and the visions of comfort that came to him... things he never knew had put him at ease. They weren't flashes of violence, or dreams of hunting, but something else he'd never be able to describe

It was all so incredibly human; to dream.

His features relaxed when sunshine hit his eyelids and the dream vanished and with it the memory of it. Lok didn't seem too preturbed, he merely grumbled a sleepy sound and rolled over to be lazy a bit longer.

Though, there then came to his nose the smell of something he was sure he should DEFINITELY be eating right then. He slowly got into a sitting position, his nose sniffing at the air in a dog like way. His stomach growled loudly in approval of the breakfasty smell. He smacked his lips and eased himself from his bed with a wolfish smile. His predatory leer was much less menacing with his dull human teeth, but still fit his angled features.

In a moment he was in the kitchen, breezing passed Percy to peer over Amleth's shoulder. "What you make me, pig?" He demanded, but somehow sounded good natured about it. "I think I smell bacon." He joked. His dark eyes flashed as well as his teeth in his dark face.

He then quirked his mouth and looked to Percy. "Where's Sally?" He asked of him in an almost acusing tone, as though he was positive the Prince would know.

Lok scowled and glanced to the window. His shoulders relaxed. There she was. He rolled his eyes and scowled a little deeper.

"Runt." Was his remark on the matter and muttered something about stupid, cute little baby animals and if he were still the wolf he'd break up that disgusting Bambi scene in a horribly violent way.Bambi's mom's death would be dwarfed in comparison. ((...hahahahaha, what? XDDD))

"I'mma go get her." He slurred under his breath and kicked at the floor ambled out the door.

The dark man then made it to where Sally sat, skirting the edge of the scene with a little snarl on his face. He was silent for a brief moment to give her more time, but then in his rough voice he said: "You want breakfast or not, Princess of all animals retarded?"

((...hahaha thatpost SUCKS... *gets back to work*))