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Reivan slipped out of the city and into the tunnels as Vathier was finishing his prayer back at the temple. He looked back at the city one last time before slipping away into the familiar darkness of the undergaian wilds.

Seth's little doll was already hot on Reivan's trail. His tiny legs moved rapidly along the tunnel walls like a spider. He would not need rest or food unlike his prey. It was only a matter of time before the plush impostor caught him.

The doll could sense Reivan's concern. It uttered a soft hiss, revealing its rows of sewing needle teeth. Seth would be displeased if he lost the trail. The Reivan replica new the price of failure. None of Seth's dolls wanted to end up in the toy box. Locked in the dark, unloved and forgotten. It was every toy's nightmare. He could not allow the original Reivan to escape.

The doll leapt to face his prey. He wasn't even tall enough to reach Reivan's knee but he was ready to fight his twin if he had to. "Traitor!" The doll cursed in Reivan's own voice. "Hurt the Mistress... Betrayed the goddess."

The doll inched forward. "You will return to the Mistress! Make her happy again..." It snapped its jaws threateningly. Needle claws extended out of his little hands.

The doll stopped in it's tracks. "So be it." It scrambled up the wall and away to find his mistress. His orders were to find Reivan and report back. Engaging him in combat would be against his mistress's wishes.

Itzal~

The outskirts of the city were quiet, save for the old bar and inn place and occasional noise from one of the nearby tunnels. The inner city was illuminated with heat patterns that decorated the looming towers, making it a sight for awe for anyone who should walk out of the tunnels. But for the boy that wandered around in the darkness of the outer city, it was a sight of revulsion and loathing. Itzal hated being in the inner city almost as much as he hated being without a home. Everyday he had to drag himself into the city to try and find any form of food, clothing, or something that might help, and everyday he was tormented in some way, shape, or form.

Some people to opted for leaving him alone, they were too busy to pay any heed to a child roaming the streets, so long as he didn’t get in their way any. But there were people who were bored, or had time in between their errands, that they could see to it that he got some attention.

He hated these people.

But yet.. he said nothing, continuing his routines as soon as he recovered, looking for food once again, and tried as best he could to stay out of sight. So those people who might be tempted, won’t.

This day had been a good one in the fact that he’d managed to sneak some food –fresh food- right under the nose of the shop owner, and he didn’t get caught doing it. He’d already been lost in the crowd when the owner began throwing his fit about ‘who stole it!?’ and how badly he was going to beat the -there was a nasty jumble of words here, that he refused to repeat- who had done it. He was proud of himself for his clean escape, finding he was getting better and better at it with each day. But, of course, what he was still having a hard time avoiding where the people that had no specific place. The ones that were everywhere and could not be distracted.

Today, it was a female, so there would be no fighting it.

Usually, it was men that went out of their way to mess with him, probably because it was some way to feel power over something when they usually had none/ But.. occasionally, a woman would come, and that was when he wasn’t aloud to fight back, he couldn’t protect himself at all, least he make his predicament worse.

This woman seemed to be in a good mood, for whatever reason, and was only looking to better it by scaring him, walking up to him with a grin plastered on her face, backing him into the wall of one of the glowing towers. “I saw you steal.” She told him, and that was when his face paled. Of course.. the shop hadn’t been hers, but she had seen it, and that was enough to earn a ‘whooping’. Not with her whip, thank the gods, but she still did some damage with her other tools, laughing the whole time with a voice that rang like bells. She had enjoyed herself and… at least he got food.

Now he was sitting against a boulder that nobody had bothered to move, staring off at nothing as he rested, sighing.

There was a gash over one of his brows, blood smeared on the side of his face from trying to wipe it clean on his sleeve, and small cuts married his skin, with a heated scrap on the side of his jaw. Past his neck, nothing could be seen under the large top he wore, nice and thick, it fell of one shoulder slightly, but it buried the rest of his frail, small body. But the bottoms he wore weren’t likewise. They had been ripped into shorts, leaving his bare legs and feet uncovered. Bruises and cuts went up and down them as well, though obviously not just from the ‘punishment’ he just endured, but from wear and tear of a child running about.

With one more long, heavy sigh, he hugged his arms around his torso, and brought his legs up to his chest, leaning back into the rock behind him. He paused her for a moment, then picked one of his hands up and opened it up, looking down at the ring he’d found a while bad. It was his only real possession, perhaps not a treasure in the eyes of most, but to him, it was, and he held on to it with his dear life. Picking his other hand up now, he let it loop around his middle finger, it being much to large to actually fit, and used his thumb to spin it around so that he could view the gem. Right now it was all one, cool color, but he’d seen it in the light once before, and it was just that much more pretty to look at. If the light hadn’t hurt so much, he would have stayed in it to look longer.

He pulled it from his middle finger and moved it over one, letting it fall around what was still there of his ring finger, and closed his hand in a fist so it lifted off his finger (still wrapped around it, though), and he continued to look at it, leaning back into the rock.

Now, the only thing left to do, was wait for the day to end, so he could start the whole process all over again.