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Teddy meets Sam
Who: Teddy and Sam (and anyone who wants to interrupt)
Where: Lands surrounding Asgard
When: July 24
What: Teddy finds a town ravaged by the Witch Storm. He's looking for a place to spend the night and discovers that the town isn't as deserted as he first thought.
Warnings: Violence and porn possible
Teddy arrived at the little village just as the sun was setting. He was weary and irritable having been travelling for the past three days without much rest. He had to keep moving. The image of his mother's death kept replaying in his head, haunting his steps. Not his mother - the woman who had raised him and kept him from the horrors that would have befallen him the moment he had descended to the Grey. His true mother had been long dead and all of the questions of his birth died the moment the assassin slit his adoptive mother's throat.
His stomach growled, reminding him that there was more important things than memories at the moment. He called a shield around him, hiding his wings from any who would still be in the village but the precaution was of little use. No one was here. The Storm had taken all of the Blood and those that didn't perish fled into the surrounding forest. He was alone, just as he had been when his journey began.
The houses stood silent with their doors barred. Teddy walked past until he saw one that had been pried open from the outside. He paused, uncertain why he felt drawn to this particular place but his grumbling stomach pushed all thoughts of concern from his mind. He entered the dark space, his eyes adjusting to the low light as he made his way to the kitchen. It was there that he heard a sound - a rat, possibly, but it could have been larger than a simple scavaging rodent. He walked quietly, the sounds growing closer until he saw a large, dark shape in the doorway to the pantry.
He should leave, find another abandoned house that wasn't quite so occupied but that same feeling that had drawn him to the doorway kept him from turning away. Without knowing why, he cleared his throat, alerting the other to his presence.
Where: Lands surrounding Asgard
When: July 24
What: Teddy finds a town ravaged by the Witch Storm. He's looking for a place to spend the night and discovers that the town isn't as deserted as he first thought.
Warnings: Violence and porn possible
Teddy arrived at the little village just as the sun was setting. He was weary and irritable having been travelling for the past three days without much rest. He had to keep moving. The image of his mother's death kept replaying in his head, haunting his steps. Not his mother - the woman who had raised him and kept him from the horrors that would have befallen him the moment he had descended to the Grey. His true mother had been long dead and all of the questions of his birth died the moment the assassin slit his adoptive mother's throat.
His stomach growled, reminding him that there was more important things than memories at the moment. He called a shield around him, hiding his wings from any who would still be in the village but the precaution was of little use. No one was here. The Storm had taken all of the Blood and those that didn't perish fled into the surrounding forest. He was alone, just as he had been when his journey began.
The houses stood silent with their doors barred. Teddy walked past until he saw one that had been pried open from the outside. He paused, uncertain why he felt drawn to this particular place but his grumbling stomach pushed all thoughts of concern from his mind. He entered the dark space, his eyes adjusting to the low light as he made his way to the kitchen. It was there that he heard a sound - a rat, possibly, but it could have been larger than a simple scavaging rodent. He walked quietly, the sounds growing closer until he saw a large, dark shape in the doorway to the pantry.
He should leave, find another abandoned house that wasn't quite so occupied but that same feeling that had drawn him to the doorway kept him from turning away. Without knowing why, he cleared his throat, alerting the other to his presence.
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"Don't you need it?" he asked. "You could buy proper food with that."
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"Good point," he said, looking down at the coins. "Truthfully, I've had these coins in my pocket since the start of my journey. Using them never really occurred to me until now. I'm sure you'll have more use of them."
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"What if we just... stayed here for the night. We could share. Could buy bread at the next village too." He could vanish enough of this stuff too if it came to it.
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"If I wouldn't be interrupting. Yeah, I'd like that. Thank you."
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"You're not interrupting. Be nice to have someone else to watch camp too." Even if he'd probably be setting his own wards, just in case.
He grabbed the biggest of the jars and heaved it off the shelf to set on the floor, then climbed up the shelves themselves to look at the higher ones.
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"You never told me your name," Teddy said, looking up. "I'd feel a lot safer watching your back if I at least knew what to call you."
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"Wine! There's wine."
That would be good to drink or to sell. He glanced down at him, still balanced on the shelf. "Yao," he said quietly. "Sam."
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Teddy smiled, reaching out a hand to help Sam with the bottles. "It looks like this was the best house to search. We'll have a regular feast tonight."
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"Feels a bit bad, stealing stuff, but they're not going to be coming back."
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The purge had taken many from his home village but not before the assassin had killed his mother. It had saved his life but at what cost? Teddy still wondered why he was spared. There had to be a reason.
"I'm sure who ever owned this house would rather their wine stock go to good use. I've heard it said that it's criminal to waste good wine."
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He flashed a brief smile at that. "It's good for ceremonies. Even if we don't drink it, we'll be able to trade. Sure someone will want it."
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"With this wine and my coins we might just be able to talk our way into a tavern," Teddy agreed. "Which will be a sight better then staying the night here. Do you mind if I travel with you a bit?"
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He shook his head, although there was still an amount of trepidation that he felt. "I don't mind. I would like the company."
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"Neither would I," Teddy said, feeling a bit more tense than before. Having an extra set of eyes should have put him at ease. One night with Sam wouldn't hurt. He could control whatever this urge was, for he refused to call it rut.
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He flashes a shy smile and vanishes a share of the food that they'd found before brushing past Teddy and back into the kitchen.
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He backs away slowly, putting space between himself and Sam. It's against every instinct he has but he can't force himself on someone he's just met. "Maybe... maybe this isn't such a good idea," he says out loud, doing his best to keep the tone of his voice from dropping. "I... shouldn't be around others right now."
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Sam turns back to the other male, curious. "You just said that we should share. Why are you changing your mind?" It made him a little suspicious. He was wary about it. Did he know something that Sam didn't?
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Against his better judgement, he walked forward, his movements graceful. It was embarrassing to admit that he was quickly succumbing to the rut. "I'm not changing my mind," he replied honestly. "It's just... dangerous. I wasn't prepared for this to happen."