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Dagen struggled and pushed at Warslik to get him away from her. "You big sissy!" She yelled at him. She had no good way to avoid the leeches in the water, even her invisibility didn't stop them. So she just plucked them off when she would get out of the water. And if Warslik was climbing all over her after being in the water, she didn't want him getting his leeches on her. "Don't get any sucker-bugs on me! Get off!"

Dee snickered a little watching Warslik. "Oh, and don't eat them. They will eat your insides too." She waded out of the water and plucked the few that had latched onto her leg and flung them at the pillar. A couple actually popped making a bloody mess. "Don't go any further in than I did or the BIIIIIIG ones will get you. That is just a lil' one." she held up her and put a finger close to her thumb to indicate the little ones.

Dagen laughed watching Slik pluck the leeches. She'd never been covered in that many before so it was funny to her. He had a few on his back still that she knew he couldn't reach she strolled over and casually plucked one off and held up up by the tail close to him. "You's got 'em all over yer back, Slik."

Dagen plucked them all off, even the one that was attached to his butt. When she thought she was done, she noticed one on his wing spine. "Stupid sucker-bugs." She grumbled. "They's why I don't over to the rocks in the middle." she pointed towards the ruins of the temple. Sure she could just fly over there, but where was the challenge in that?

Truth be told, sometimes Dagen forgot she knew how to fly. It was as strain for her small, teenage wings to carry her growing body.

"They can see me when I unvis'ble too. I unno how, either." she explains to Warslik.

Dagen shrugged. "Why you soak in muddy waters?" she asked. He was weird sometimes. "Soak in pit, it nicer and no sucker-bugs. Make you feel all warm and ... " She didn't know the word 'relax' so she pantomimed it with her arms outstretched. "Makes it easy to sleep afterwards." She was of course referring to the underground hotspring that was very near her burrough. Tho she was sure he knew about it and used it as well.

"You can use if I not using it. You just hafta leave if I tell you too, kay?" Dagen didn't see anything wrong with that, tho Warslik made it sound like a bad thing. "I not gonna beg ya, yanno. If you rather soak in sucker-bug and Teeth-with-legs filled water, then do that." She nodded. "But I thinks I wanna go soak myself now. I wanna get the sucker-bug spit offa me."

Dee meandered around the forest, not in any real big hurry and it was kinda fun to see how closely Warslik would follow. She'd hope with both feet like a bunny over some small rocks and stuff, just goofing off until they reached the hole that was the entrance to Dagen's Zaden-free part of the burrough. She didn't know where her sister was these days nor did she care anymore. It had been to long since she last seen her anyway, she hardly thought about her.

Anyway... She crawled into the whole, sliding down the tunnel a ways till she landed on the leaves at the bottom that she'd put there to cusion her fall. She got up and dusted herself off and turned to look to see if Warslik was still behind her.

The sound of the soaked and muddy red foot hitting the slimy marble of the temple sounded rather like a wet sponge smacking into a bowl of pudding; in short it was the kind of sound that could induce vomiting. Grabbing onto a pillar, the hybrid tried to pull herself up out of the muck. However the wet and muddy purple hand slide across the surface causing Branwen to plop her bottom quite unceremoniously in the mud.

"Good going, moron," the demon growled angrily. "Master will be most displeased when he sees us in this state. Wen grumbled and blew upwared at the bangs that were clinging to her forehead to no avail; the strands were plastered to her forehead. She wanted nothing more than to push them up but doing so would result in a strange new warpainting method.

"It's not my fault! The icky is slippery," the angel whined pathetically. Bran never was one for getting dirty. "We need a bath!" She sighed in frustration and started to push their body up.

Branwen slowly rose to 'her' feet and this time managed to climb up into the temple, though the muck that covered 'her' sent 'her' sliding into a wall... an altar... and a statue... before 'she' just plain tripped over 'her' own feet and faceplanted. 'She' slowly descended the stairs, clutching the railing as tightly as 'she' could. There was a basin downstairs just waiting for the mud-drenched hybrid.