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    The demon is exhausted and this is the only second stop out of six and wishes Maria would pop up one day. Just to help out because he can't do this alone. He can't. Having to demote everyone was the worst feeling in the world, but it's mainly a ghost town where they live. Oh God, he's already failing and his chest tightens, heart throbbing painfully. A failure in the making. A disappoint to them all– led by a weakling. Taunting words force ears to pin against his skull, trying to ignore them the best he can. He just– He just has to brave it. (When has it ever worked? Never. Never. You're living in reality, yet you think you're in fantasy land.) Deadboy gives his head a violent shake as if it'll rid him of the negative thoughts and free him from their grasp. He knows it doesn't work and focuses on the task he's set out to do. It wasn't too long ago that HawkClan came over asking for help to end their famine– to appease a god and he wonders if Herthe would ever do that. While he doesn't worship the goddess, like some members do, it doesn't mean she can't use her powers to screw them over. All he can do is hope a situation like that will never happen. Tired eyes rest on the redwood trees as he travels through them, wondering what types of prey are on the peninsula. A low hum vibrates in the demon stops once he draws close to the border, orange eyes scanning the area head. "Uh, Deadboy here, I was, uh, previously Youngmenace, and I'm here to see how you're all doing." Deadboy speaks out loud before he falls quiet, waiting for a reply of some sort.

    The realization that perhaps.. perhaps some Gods do exist is pretty life changing for Littlestar. All her life, she'd been a non believer, an atheist. Things like these didn't happen often. But then it did, she collapsed from utter exhaustion and hunger and seen a fucking God. Of course, it didn't mean she was a believer of anything but she was way more... open minded about those types of things. And, of course, willing to accept others beliefs. But still, it was difficult. Littlestar is tired. Sure, there is much more of a bounce in her step compared to what she had been only a week and a half ago but her body is still recovering from the famine and her clan is too. The air is once again rich with life and that is enough for Littlestar. She hobbles through the forest, breathing in as a gentle breeze slides past her face and then hears the demon speaking. Youngmenace. Of course, she knows the name of the man who helped her clan end this famine. She had yet to repay them for that massive favor but she did have intentions, of course. He'd changed his name to Deadboy? That was an odd name. Well, she couldn't talk at all but still. The three legged Leader slowly appears before him, taking a seat just in case. "It's fuckin' good to see ya again, man. How ya doing?" Littlestar dips her head, face calm. "We're- the famine ended just as it was predicted to. Prey is back. Of fuckin' course, some of us are still sick but we're all getting there." The clan is so much better off then it once was. The thickness of her belly when it once showed ribs would be enough indication for that. The sounds of laughter, more proof. The rancid smell of death being gone, even better.


    The Monarch was pleased to no longer stumble upon a corpse of someone she should've kept alive. Being the leader... meant she had their lives planted solely on her shoulders. She could not, in any way, let them down. And she would never do it again.

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    Tags | Updated 30/05/17

    Luca had believed in Gods his whole life. It would be odd if he hadn't, since he'd been brought up in a church and was, later, turned into a demon by a being that he could only describe as godlike. Swiftly, silently, Luca moved towards the voices. He hadn't been around during the famine. Lu had been lucky enough to join just as the period of starvation had ended, but he could still see the consequences of the aforementioned tragedy. The smell of decay still clung to certain places, and people were still mourning. Since he'd missed most of it, though, Luca had no idea who Deadboy was. He smelled like the Sanctum. Judging by Littlestar's words, the stranger had helped during the famine, so due to Luca's lack of knowledge on the subject he stayed silent as he finally reached them. He merely dipped his head politely, although his pale eyes remained locked on Deadboy's orange ones, glinting softly in the light. His soul felt... odd, but it would be rude to ask about it and Luca never liked being rude, so he kept quiet, finally tearing his gaze away and turning it to his pink paws.