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jezabelle started to cry seeing him in so much pain, but was scared to touch kaos less he get angry at her for interupting his work. In the interim Jezabelle lifted kaos's hand and pulled Ian away; "Teach me how and i'll do it later, you'll kill him, and I can't stand it anymore."

'I told Ive and Ailes earlier, but I don't think they heard me. Lord Hiyru was responsible for my capture. He hit me because I looked at him, but that is how I know he is involved somehow. He has dead eyes, slaves with masters like him don't live long, because they don't care about anyone but themselves."

-at guen's house- ((I can't remember what color I was rp'ing her in, so I'll just drop the colors for now.))

Artemis once again awoke from sleeping unexpectedly, to find herself still at Guen's house. Only, it felt like no one was there...sensing that she was right, she decided to see what kind of mischief she could wreak in an empty house, totally open to her mercies.

Jezabelle sighed relief, but she was far from having dry eyes. She got up and carried Ian with her, and taking a towel she walk back outside to his tree. She laid down beside it using the bag as a pillow, and laying as close to the tree as possible without leaning against it she laid the towel down and laid Ian out on that. "I'll figure out a way off the island once i wake up from my nap, but we'll see ailes soon as we do and get the rest of you straightened out."

"Don't talk bad about yourself, your already stronger then I am, and its just as important to protect you as it is for me to protect myself. We'll learn to be stronger together, but you have a leg up in that field considering you can use magic better then i can."

Haseo stood up and walked over to her sniffing her hair, down her back, stopping at her waist and snorting, "You don't look familiar or smell familiar so who are you?" he backed up lowering his horns at her ready to charge her out of the house if need be.

Haseo backed up and walked into the kitchen. there was a click, click, scrape, clatter, clatter, and thud as he slipped on the cold wood floor and fell over, "What is this?! The floor appears to be made of wood but is very very slippery?" he slowly wobbled to his feet, suddenly feeling like a newborn again, and cautiously clicked his way to the fridge where he forced it open with his horns, "So what in here can i eat? This is where you odd people get food right?"

"My Lady usually travels down the road to that Inn for food... they throw me lettuce and celery occasionally... It's still nothing compared to the oats i got to eat back in our homeland." He grumbled and clattered around the kitchen, his hind legs slipping occasionally as he walked around the island in the middle, "What are these pickles you speak of...?"