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[cupio]

  Ohh, he liked them. He soaked in the response wholeheartedly, his own laughter bounced from him as he clapped his hands together in amusement. His gaze shifted and fixed wholly from Cain to the body. He took advantage of the joke to look it over once, twice, and although he felt disappointed that the parts he could have salvaged may be ineffective his features remained the same. But, there might be something he could use.. for whatever at least. Scavengers don't have much of a right to complain when something pops up though, and he'll take what he can get after looking it over more thoroughly--later. 

        ❛ᴋɪᴇʟ.❜

  He gestured towards the creature ahead of him as he reattached his juju to his waist. It walked on all-fours, similar to that of a dog in shape. Only, definitely easy to tell that it's not a dog..as the similarities ended there.

        ❛ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʙᴏᴋᴏʀ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ.❜

  He stepped past his companion and firmly grasped the one introduced as Kanon's hand, placing his other hand on top of theirs as he shook it merrily. Of course, his beast was on edge, and he preferred it that way. Wouldn't be much of a guard if it lowered its own. This allowed Kiel to be as open as he liked, as he held upmost faith in his children for protection. Before releasing the handshake, he took note of the feeling of touching someone else alive--and not like..that--once again. It had been a long time since he was met with smiles and a kind of comfort instead of contempt and judgmental eyes.

  He didn't really miss it. Not a lot. Maybe.

  Now that he was even closer he did get a better look at Cain, his..well..he betrayed his appearance, it seemed. Kiel thought that maybe it was a trick of the eye or whatnot, but through and through he did look a lot like some of those people he came across previously. Granted, he looked a lot better than they did. But, Kiel's not exactly someone that can tell how well people are off or not anymore in terms of how their head is. Honestly, all he ever saw in people lately (and ever, at least since it all started. He needed more to improve, more to build, more to take) was parts, parts, parts.

        ❛sᴏᴏ..ʜᴏᴡ'ᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?❜ he gestured towards where they came from, or where he assumed the direction they came from was, ❛ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ...❜ another gesture, only this time to his newly acquainted pal Hank, ❛ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?❜ The question was mostly riddled in terms of whether or not he should move past them himself to gather or just not bother with it if it deemed to be a waste of time. 

ᴀɴᴀʟᴏɢᴏᴜs.

He recognized the signs by now; he gazed at the former beast, distinctive features slowly oozing together, makeshift fur soon matted in an unrecognizable pile of sloppy innards and distorted fluids as the pet’s low, guttural moans ceased, leaving no other sound than that of a quiet sizzle. The last of it’s life apparent with the final popping of the boils rounding its form (toxins percolated through the creature where it now rested, taking the life of the vegetation in the area with it) attempting to save itself, to survive. Another failure. 

        ❛ᴏʜʜʜʜ…❜

  He’d have to start from scratch—every part of it useless by now, nothing more than a meal for his future Ammobiums—he’d have to collect again. A tedious job, and thankfully he still had some parts leftover in the containers he carried in the bag he held. But he couldn’t deny that he was attached to them, that he even loved them. At this point in time he made no attempts to wipe away the tears pooling in his eyes before trickling down his face. Was it painful for them? He never kept more than two of them and the newly-born survivor left unfazed beside Kiel, unknowing that this too would be it’s own fate in two weeks time. Someday, he hoped to expand their lifespans.

  After he gathered samples for himself, enough time passed where he could retrieve the leftover mush of what once was in a parcel for his pet. They didn’t require much nutrition and they often snacked on a plethora of different things such as grass, leaves, carcasses, whatever they could get their teeth on. This, however, was better for them, and did seem to be the only thing deemed worthy enough to prolong their lives if not a few days longer. There’s a trick to it he hasn’t figure out yet.

  Before he could analyze the differences in this body with the prior the creature nestled next to him’s attitude changed, the way it took a few steps ahead of him, waiting for his dismissal so it may hunt. At least, that’s how it’s body language suggested to him. He quickly shoved the items in his bag as he gave it the sign to go—a click of his tongue.

  It didn’t take long for them to locate the prey, as they silently crept beneath the trees. However, he felt a spark of interest inside him once he analyzed the two figures. He shot a glance towards his Ammobium to call it off, and it respected it, just in case they noticed either of them. There was something interesting about them, different from others he’s encountered thus far (whatever that something was, was enough for him to want to know more about them.) Slow, ragged breaths came from his pet, no longer ready to attack but still on defense, if not for it’s master’s safety. That’s mostly what they were made for, after all. In their ‘genetic’ makeup.

  Without much hesitance on his part, he approached them (though still keeping mild of distance between them, his pet staying near him, only three steps ahead.)

        ❛ʜᴇʟʟᴏᴏᴏ, ʜᴏᴡ’s ɪᴛ…❜

  Wrapping his hands carefully around the handle of one of the juju’s he carried at his waist—a shrunken head, handed down to him from the dearly departed—and pulled it up, shaking it to bring more of the attention to it.

        ❛ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ?❜

  Break the ice.

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ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴇᴇᴘ.

       The first time-- -

  It wasn't quiet. It wasn't unusual. It wasn't really anything worth thinking about. But it was. Oh, it was. The first meeting (though honestly, not really even a meeting,) he held high hopes for the other. He picked up small bits from them through observation, careful glances here and there from a distance. He knew that..well..people knew when they were being watched. The brain tells you. An itch in your skull, screaming at you that there's someone there, someone waiting, someone watching. He wouldn't allow it to get to that point; though, how about watching without watching? He wouldn't meet him yet. Preparations and all of that were necessary, first. But..there he was...

  Another rat.

  This time, it was perfect. And so was he. Useful, dignified, entertaining. A couple slurred words here and there as he held a makeshift bowl holding God knows what, a nausea-inducing odor emanating from it. And just like that, it boiled over into a black sludge, similar in texture to tar. It's next phase was into smoke--giving off the smell of something rotting and bleach-- before turning clear the further from Kiel it got, and the closer it made it to it's target (as well as losing odor, leaving just a faint smell of it; faint trace of it.) The spell was done.

        ❛ʜᴇʜᴇʜᴇʜᴇ.❜

  Their first official meeting wouldn't occur until later. Short, exchange of names if only for Kiel to check up on how the spell is holding up while maintaining the facade he's never seen Cato before in his life. Well, might he add. So far..he noted hallucinations in the other, occasional bouts of nausea though those soon passed over almost unrecognizably so. Until he eventually loses sight of them completely (hoping for their paths to cross again later.) Oh, well.

     ...

  It wasn't long after he was recruited to join a group of his own, the first one since it all really started. Secretly, he hoped that maybe whatever was missing from his creations he'd find with them. That, and he needed something new..something he hadn't lost yet, probably. He wasn't around when Cato joined their group, however, following his Ammobium to gather the parts he required. When he returned, catching sight of Cato was..surprising, to say the least. He didn't really know if the other knew of the spell he'd casted on him previously..if he pieced together the peculiarity of Kiel's presence in general accompanied by a monster summoned with his own black magic. Who knew, honestly. Cato was strange, himself.

       ❛ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.❜ Again.

  Whether he did know or not, Kiel didn't care. He was genuinely happy to see him. Even if it meant that this time, he'd be able to keep track of the progress of it.

  It especially meant that the spell was working.

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ᴀɴᴀʟᴏɢᴏᴜs.

  He recognized the signs by now; he gazed at the former beast, distinctive features slowly oozing together, makeshift fur soon matted in an unrecognizable pile of sloppy innards and distorted fluids as the pet's low, guttural moans ceased, leaving no other sound than that of a quiet sizzle. The last of it's life apparent with the final popping of the boils rounding its form (toxins percolated through the creature where it now rested, taking the life of the vegetation in the area with it) attempting to save itself, to survive. Another failure. 

        ❛ᴏʜʜʜʜ...❜

  He'd have to start from scratch--every part of it useless by now, nothing more than a meal for his future Ammobiums--he'd have to collect again. A tedious job, and thankfully he still had some parts leftover in the containers he carried in the bag he held. But he couldn't deny that he was attached to them, that he even loved them. At this point in time he made no attempts to wipe away the tears pooling in his eyes before trickling down his face. Was it painful for them? He never kept more than two of them and the newly-born survivor left unfazed beside Kiel, unknowing that this too would be it's own fate in two weeks time. Someday, he hoped to expand their lifespans.

  After he gathered samples for himself, enough time passed where he could retrieve the leftover mush of what once was in a parcel for his pet. They didn't require much nutrition and they often snacked on a plethora of different things such as grass, leaves, carcasses, whatever they could get their teeth on. This, however, was better for them, and did seem to be the only thing deemed worthy enough to prolong their lives if not a few days longer. There's a trick to it he hasn't figure out yet.

  Before he could analyze the differences in this body with the prior the creature nestled next to him's attitude changed, the way it took a few steps ahead of him, waiting for his dismissal so it may hunt. At least, that's how it's body language suggested to him. He quickly shoved the items in his bag as he gave it the sign to go--a click of his tongue.

  It didn't take long for them to locate the prey, as they silently crept beneath the trees. However, he felt a spark of interest inside him once he analyzed the two figures. He shot a glance towards his Ammobium to call it off, and it respected it, just in case they noticed either of them. There was something interesting about them, different from others he's encountered thus far (whatever that something was, was enough for him to want to know more about them.) Slow, ragged breaths came from his pet, no longer ready to attack but still on defense, if not for it's master's safety. That's mostly what they were made for, after all. In their 'genetic' makeup.

  Without much hesitance on his part, he approached them (though still keeping mild of distance between them, his pet staying near him, only three steps ahead.)

        ❛ʜᴇʟʟᴏᴏᴏ, ʜᴏᴡ's ɪᴛ...❜

  Wrapping his hands carefully around the handle of one of the juju's he carried at his waist--a shrunken head, handed down to him from the dearly departed--and pulled it up, shaking it to bring more of the attention to it.

        ❛ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ?❜

  Break the ice.

[cupio]

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[cupio]

I’ʟʟ ᴡʀᴀᴘ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ

                   sᴏ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ

                                                  ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

      Ｌ̶̷̲̿ｏ̶̷̲̿ｖ̶̷̲̿ｅ̶̷̲̿