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82techno-babe28 · 13 days ago

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The Cold Comforts of The Blade

Chapter 10, Philza

Finally out of options, Technoblade turns to Philza just desperate to make Y/N eat, if anyone could do it, it would be the damned avian.

Technoblade huffs, rolling his eyes before shoving past Philza and leaning against a wall staring at him with an annoyed expression. "You know what I am struggling with Phil." His words come out harsh and he exhales, running his hand through his bangs before closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. Feeling Philza get closer, and leering over the brute despite the height difference and grinning feather to feather.

"Won't know until you tell me mate, but, you haven't been out of the cabin in a while." Philza opens his wings, slightly flying just to reach Techos ear, "Unless you need help with that pretty little songbird up on the second floor." Techno can feel the lust drip like venom from Phils words, the feeling leaves Technoblades anger rising from the moment Phil got closer.

Opening his eyes to glare at Phil, before clearing his throat and grinding his teeth, "I just need 'it' to eat. It won't listen after I told 'it' that escape is not an option without us finding where 'it' went." Phil grasps his stomach belting out in a laughter borderline to insanity, tears forming in his eyes, before stopping suddenly, his eyes sharpening and becoming narrow.

"Oh? You're serious? Why would you think I know how to make the caged dove eat?" Phil cocks his head to the side chittering slightly. The gritting of Technos teeth is heard before a scoff, "Because she can't let go of your damned feather." Phils pupils shrink and stare at his eyes now, cocking his head before smiling even wider, "Such a loyal songbird even after just a day of me. I'll bite, I will go up with some food and see what I can do."

The movements up back to the room, a plate of the god-foresaken mashed potatoes not to be found, instead replaced by a chicken stock soup with soft vegetables cut up in it. Technoblade was snarling at him as Philza unlocked the door to the still unmoven Y/N.

With her eyes still not even flickering to acknowledge anyone in the room, Philza and Techno go unnoticed until Phil has sat directly infront of her with a warm smile, nothing like his previous one while taunting Technos inability to have kept her alive properly himself. Phil reaches up and brushes some of her hair from her face before tilting her head to look at him, his sharp talons only slightly digging into her cheeks.

Y/N's eyes widen only slightly, the first bit of emotion she has shown in days, "Songbird, I need you to eat okay? This isn't mashed potatoes and I made it myself, some simple soup with veggies, you can handle that." Her mouth was dry, only the movement of licking her cracked lips before nodding her head forward only slightly. Phil takes a spoon full of broth and blows on it soft before holding it to her mouth.

For a moment Y/N looks at Technoblade, if she could only see him a bit clearer in the dark room she could have seen his face written with concern and hopefulness that this works. She opens her mouth and Phil feeds her the food, she swallows, and they continue this motion until the soup is completely finished. Phil pats her on the head and ruffles her hair, "Alright little dove, I can't be the one to take care of you, you are Techs..." Phil glances back to Technoblade and flashes a toothy grin, "guest." From the pause in his words it was evident he wanted to say something more along the line of 'pet' but had held his tongue.

Philza takes his hand over hers, rubbing the back of her knuckles before slipping his old feather from her fingers. "You were rather fond of my gift when you had to leave me so abruptly hm?" Philza reaches behind himself, spreading out his feather and plucking 3 off, tucking one gingerly into her hand, stroking it in almost a perverse manner. To Techno it looked as if Phil got off on her attachment to the feather. "You can hold this one, the other two will be with Techno, you listen to him and he might be nice enough to give them to you songbird."

With only a slight look of recognition Y/N nods, clutching the new feather between her fingertips. Philza walks to Techno, making a show of handing the feathers off to him and leaves the room as quickly as he appeared, leaving only the girl and Technoblade in the room alone. "I will get the recipe for the soup, until then you need to bathe, and change your clothes." He crosses his arms and looms over her, before crouching down to her level and huffing into her face. "You don't need to talk, show me you comply or I will bathe you myself, you reek." Technoblade scrunches his nose up as he had gotten closer, as a piglin he can smell much better than humans can, but at the displeasure of rancid things smelling tenfold worse.

Looking at her through his eyebrows he grabs her by the back of her dragging her across the floor to grab clean clothes and when he attempted to hand them to her, with her unresponsive actions, he rolls his eyes and holds them instead. Finally gathering things he goes inside her bathroom and seeing the shower clicks his tongue and picks her up over his shoulder mumbling over how inconvenient it is to have to bathe her before the smell of her gets worse.

He walks over to the other door on the second floor and opens it hastily, it was another bedroom with a well worn in wooden bed frame, with a red flannel blanket, four pillows of varying levels of white to gray, right under the window is a desk with papers scattered about around a lamp and journal, a wardrobe and a dresser, with only wearing the same outfit who knows how many copies he has of it, and then another door inside his bedroom. After opening the second door, a bathroom with a tub comes into view, it looks just like the one in Y/Ns room, but with a shower and tub.

Setting her down gently onto the toilet and beginning to fill the tub with water, Techno rolls up his sleeve and looks back to her as he pours in various liquids and a powder, each smelling of vanilla and musk. Rubbing his temples he huffs back down at her, "Are you going to wash yourself or must I do everything for you right now?"

Breathing in deeply Y/N tilts her head towards Technoblade, his eyes widen for only a moment before grabbing a towel from a nearby cabinet, "I am only doing this once because you are probably weak from not eating." The tub finishes filling and the room smells thick of vanilla and tree musk, Techno crouches down to her level and looks at her for any sense of permission.

Y/N nods her head ever so slightly, Techno begins to slowly take off her top, looking over her once covered shoulders and chest and seeing the effect of the refusal to eat, she was skinnier. But having her pressed to the same wall without moving for four days hadn't let him realize. Techno slips the feather from her clutched hand and sets it down, an audible whine comes from Y/N but Techno shoots her a glare and she drops it, knowing after the bath she will have it back.

Removing her old socks, slipping off her jeans, and he stares down at her, its obvious she hadn't washed herself in quite a while even before coming here and the smell of the wild was even more dense on her clothes. Finally sliding off her bra, he keeps his eyes in modest areas before closing his eyes to remove her panties. Picking up Y/N under her arms and setting her gently in the bath. "Sit there while I put your clothes somewhere else, the stench is burning my eyes."

Y/N nods her head again, sitting in the same position Techno put her in as she waits for him to get back. Finally coming back to her senses a bit, it couldn't be all bad if this is how he acts when she was in need of help. Maybe with time an understanding could even come, one day he would have to trust her, but even still the looming fear she would be found rings in her ears.

Shaking the thoughts from her head she breaths in deep, smiling just for a moment over the bath filled with bubbles and salts. She lifts her hands and scoops up some of the water and lets it fall between her fingers. Techno arrives back into the bathroom with a washcloth in his hand, he crouches down behind her, dipping the cloth into the water before placing a bar of soap in the middle of it.

Lifting her arm gently, his fingers fully wrapping around her wrist as he holds it up, rubbing and cleaning her arm thoroughly, there is a silence in the air, but not one fully made of discomfort. The motions are thoughtful and careful for any unknown bruises she has, after fully soaping up her arm her uses his hand to scoop water and rinse it clean. Repeating the process with the other arm just as thoughtful. Motioning for her to turn to her side and scoot forward he begins with her legs.

Holding her ankles he pulls it foreword, her modesty kept by the bubbles tastefully covering her breasts and privates, as he scrubs her leg Y/N can't help but stare at him now. His hair unbraided and disheveled, she wonders if she was the cause of his disarray and if she owed it to him to help him next. The thoughts that since they have come this far in such little time if she has the right to assist him, she is his prisoner and not the other way around.

His scar that runs across his face glistening in sweat from the steamed room, his built and sculpted arms holding her in place. He could have harmed or killed her at this point but has chosen to keep her alive and taken care of. He creeps up her thighs as he continues to scrub her clean, glancing over at her, his sharp red eyes, glaring at first before softening and continuing her legs. He places her ankle back into the water, again repeating the same process, with her staring and admiring new features of his face.

He looks kinder with his hair down, more approachable, she wonders why he had decided to stop braiding his hair, if the upkeep just became too much or if there was no longer a purpose to it. He grabs her shoulders and moves her to face away from him, beginning to scrub at her back, she lets out the smallest of whines at the comfort of it, but bites back any new noises that decide they wish to be let out.

The bath was almost over almost, he wraps his hand around the back of her neck, "We have to wet your hair, trust me and let me dip you under." A small nod is all she gives before she is leaning into his hand, the water weighing her back down under, her face fully place beneath the hot surface of bubbly water. He slowly brings her back up and she takes a deep breath and wipes her eyes from the water.

The shampoo fills his hand until he starts massaging it deeply into her hair, he would never tell her, but plenty of dirt and small sticks had already been cleaned out of her hair before he repeats the motion two more times until he gets everything out of her hair. Draining the water had become a necessity as washing Y/N was over, Technoblade reached his hand into the tub and pulled the plug out letting it drain as he looked away from her.

She seemed more lively finally, "I will hand you the towel, wrap it around yourself and I will dry you off." He spoke as he looked away from her. She hums softly as a response before all the water was gone, wrapping the towel around her before finally standing up on her own two feet. Stepping out of the tub, the cold air prickles her skin gently as Techno finally looks down at her, if she wasn't mistaken, finally with a well earned smirk plastered across his face.

#dsmp #dsmp techno #fanfic #technoblade #multiple chapters #stockholm syndrome #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #dsmp smut #tccotb #technobladexyou #technobladexreader #technoblade fanfic

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mercy-love-joy · 3 months ago

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Spoilers for the newest trailer

HOLY SHIT- THEY KNOW WHAT WE WANNTTTTTT

THEY TOOK MY FUCKING MARBLES! DEVSIS HOW DARE YOU-

Okay! Going to go through the trailer like now-

I am soooooooo glad on how everyone is excited for the pink queen. Let's see what we got in store!

Oh- HELLO YOUR GODLYNESS, YOU LOOK AWAMZING

(sorry it's blurry)

Oh fuck me and everyone who called it-

It's just so gayyyyyyyyy /lh

I also love how HB's expression is sort of blank like... she isn't sure how to feel or react in this moment.

THIS WOMAN IS JUST STARING AT HOLLYBERRY LIKE SHE WANTS TO FUCK HER /J /J /LH

It's like she's trying to kiss the woman but also still do the job???? But she making it seem like she's trying to kiss Hollyberry XD

Okay, this transition scene was pretty snazzy! It reminded me of techo music for some reason

Hmmmmmm... do you guys think ES was also a mother??? Based on how this is making her seem.

If someone can tell me what kind of flower HB is on, then my theories will be eternal in your debt

I fucking LOVE how the game is coming out on my last days of finals, when I need to move, AND I need to wait an hour for my phone to update. I AM SO PUMPED!

This is my rewarddddd

OKAY THEORY TIME:

I did notice a lack of Pitaya (which might be wrong that they appear later or nah) but I did like how ES uses this sort of dreams to peer into HB's mind and memories to lure her. I ALSO SAW TIGER LILY- IS THE FAMILY GONNA REUNITE AT LAST!???

I also wanna touch on the picture with ES holding a baby- this could be a symbol of Aphrodite with her son Euros. Perhaps ES lost her child after her corruption or the child was taken away when she was locked up. Or it could be a guise.

When listening to the first trailer, all I could think of was "Walk like an angel, talk like an angel, but I got vice- you're the devil in disguise" by Elvis Presley because that seems to be fitting ES so perfectly right now.

(I might need to draw that-)

One thing I want to add: did anyone notice the moment of HB's face in both trailers? Like she was... unsure or hesitant? Like she was probably was expecting someone like Burning Spice or Shadow Milk for "her" Beast but instead got this pink twink who keeps looking at her like she wants to fuck and cuddle?

HB seems to be showing unease. Ready for the trap to be set off. Ready for SOMETHING bad to happened to this paradise. She's unsure. She's hesitant.

I also wanna mention @darkfluffydragon might have called it when she originally made a post about HB and her character. I responded to the post and we chatted back and forth (this was some time last year I can't find the thread for the life of me) about HB's character and how it might change with her Ascension.

And now... I am very curious to see how ES can get HB to lower her guard.

Could we get a situation like Truthless Recluse? Or a situation like Dark Cacao nearly embracing flour? Or maybe a situation like GC? (minus the lack of limbs, maybe it could be a loss with her shield or her troupe)

I am so excited to see how this is going to turn out. I WILL be spending money on this pink bitch. Covering my kingdom in pink. Then sit happily as I cradle both HB and ES together like their Barbie dolls needing to make out.

TOXIC YURI IS ON THE MENU BOYS GALS AND EVERYONE IN-BETWEEN!

#cookie run kingdom #crk #Spoilers #eternal sugar crk #eternal sugar cookie #hollyberry crk #hollyberry cookie #crk beasts #beast yeast #Spoilers for new trailers

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black-beauty-poetry · 2 years ago

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Dices que eres una tormenta, pero cuando te recuestas a mi lado no eres más que refugio y tranquilidad.

Dices que estás llena de tristeza, pero siempre que te pregunto cómo te encuentras me sonríes y despreocupas el problema.

No lo hagas. Te demostraré cada día que conmigo estás a salvo.

No hay nada de malo en bajar las defensas por un rato.

Dices que no perteneces a ninguna parte del mundo, que a medida que pasan los minutos te sientes cada vez más sola y vacía, y que lo mejor por hacer es desaparecer.

Déjame decirte que yo tampoco soy perfecto, también tengo abismos que crean surcos en mi alma, pero mientras habites bajo mis techos haré todo lo posible por convertirme en un hogar donde siempre puedas ser bienvenida y conozcas la calidez de ser comprendida y puedas desnudar tu corazón sin temores.

Seremos dos estrellas apagadas destinadas a encontrarse para brillar.

Dices que tu alma ha estado dormida en una noche oscura por mucho tiempo, pero desde ahora eso cambiará.

Seré la luna que alumbre tus noches y el calor que le falte a tus mañanas.

Seré quien te ayude a ver si vale la pena darle una segunda oportunidad a la vida.

-Dark prince

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switch · 1 year ago

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not sure if anyone's done this but i figured maybe i'd write up a post talking about which BD items in the void within prize pool are most worth it, if anyone's feeling conflicted or not certain:

you should absolutely get these no matter what tier:

wand of the dark faerie, thunder sticks, and thyora's tear. your order of priority could change depending on if you already have a 100% freezer like sleep ray, but i strongly recommend that you try to get all 3 of these at the end of the day if you don't already own them. the odds of any of these being directly powercrept or deflating enough to not wipe out the bank account of your average neopian is extremely unlikely, and there are no alternatives that won't leave you hurting for the real things, regardless of what level of BD pet you're interested in achieving.

you might need this, but be prepared to possibly replace it tier:

grapes of wrath. it's a straight upgrade on average to something like ghostkerbomb, though it deals 1 icon less than varia, but it can also be used more than once unlike varia. if you're lacking in literally any other multi-use weapons that can deal 24 or more icons on average (so, if you didn't get lucky with getting an attack pea), grapes will be an upgrade to what you have. however, if TNT follows through on what they said about wanting to make seasonal attack pea (which is 28 icons) available again after the advent calendar fiasco, plus assuming you get all three of the weapons in the above tier, you might also find yourself not having room for it sooner or later. but if you're hurting for a lot of icons right now, it's not a bad buy at all, assuming a plot weapon doesn't release that also deals 24+ icons.

situational tier:

extra loud techo fanatic megaphone. techo megaphone is good at what it does, which is dealing good damage while defending against air. whether or not you'd ever need this, especially if you have access to feel better soup + are going to get thyora's tear (you should), really really depends. could be a worthwhile pickup if you've got points to burn, but at risk of getting powercrept.

not worth it unless you're a collector:

literally every other BD item in the prize shop. i recommend ignoring everything else unless it's one of the non-HT items and it fits your collection theme somehow. if you want reif or something i’d just save up for a discount at HT.

#switch speaks #neopets

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petitelepus · 8 months ago

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Starscream Reader is trying to fix her wings but getting frustrated doing it by herself? Until Tanjiro suggested one certain teacher that could help her! ÒwÓ Haganezuka is edging her to overload by how he’s treating her wings! And she trying very hard to remain quiet (bonus that Sanemi and Starscream bumps into each other when it’s done lol-)

Alright, here we go, enjoy everyone!

A/N: Tanjiro Kamado, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Hotaru Haganezuka, Fem!Reader, Techo-Organic Reader, Modern!AU

WARNING: Suggestive

FIRST

SECOND

THIRD

FOURTH

When Tanjiro found you in an alley after you had stolen a stale old apple, you had told him you didn't fly because it attracted too much unwanted attention.

Well, it was partly true. You didn't want to attract law enforcement's attention, but the main reason was that you couldn't fly even if you wanted to.

Your wing, your beautiful dark metal wing was malfunctioning and there was no doctor nearby who could actually help you.

Surprise surprise, the doctors on Earth focused on organics only, such as humans or animals. There was nothing they could do for you and you didn't trust those humans with dirt under their nails who fixed cars and such.

Did you look like some four-wheeled vehicle!? You were a noble techno-organic and a flier even!

You were pouting in the small room that Tanjiro's mother had so kindly given you to use, pouting as you tried to remember how it felt to feel the wind against your face and look down on small humans…

When suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Star?" It was Tanjiro. You sighed and replied, "Come on in."

Tanjiro stepped into your room and looked at you lying on your stomach on the bed, "Is everything alright?"

"Fantastic," You rolled your crimson eyes, "My wing is busted and I can't fly…"

"Oh," The young man frowned, "Is there anyone who could repair your wing?"

"No… I don't trust those mechanics close to my gorgeous wings…"

"I see…" Tanjiro thought about it and then he had an idea, "There might be a person who might be able to help you!"

"Doubt it," You grunted but your host just smiled, "I mean it! Come to school with me tomorrow! There is a person who can help!"

"…Fine…"

And so you came to school with Tanjiro and he took you to an empty classroom where a masked man was sharpening knives.

"Haganezuka-sensei!" The young man called happily while you made sure to close the door behind you.

"Kamado," The masked man grunted, "What do you need?"

"My friend Star here broke her wing and we were hoping you could help us to repair it?"

"Wing?" The man looked up from the knife and looked at you.

"Yes!" Tanjiro looked at you, "Please show him your wings?"

"Fine…" You grumbled as you took off your cape and spread your beautiful metallic wings, or, one of them at least. The other one would barely open.

"Marvelous…!" You heard the masked man grumble as he put the knife down and walked up to you, "This is amazing…!"

"Do you think you can fix her wing?" Tanjiro asked and the man, Haganezuka nodded, "No doubt."

"Perfect!" The young man looked at you and smiled, "I have to go to the class, but Haganezuka here can help you! See you back at the bakery?"

"Alright…" You nodded and the cheerful boy left the room, leaving you and the masked man alone.

"Take a seat," He pulled you a chair and you grumbled as you sat on it, your stomach against the backrest.

"Listen, I don't have my hopes up since I'm a race-high above humans and I- AH!" You gasped as he grabbed your damaged wing and examined it.

"Yeah, I can see what the problem is," Haganezuka grumbled as he let go and you gasped for air.

"H- How can you know!?" You snapped, flustered, "You barely looked!"

"And yet, I know more than you do," He grunted as he grabbed some sort of tool from his desk and got back behind you, "Now stay still or I'll cut your wings!"

"My- AAH!" You cried out, your claws digging into the chair as he started to tinker and work on your wing, and you… You found yourself enjoying it.

This man might have appeared like a complete brute, but he had a feather-light gentle touch… And it was turning you on so much.

Your wings were sensitive, and so were every flier's… But this man was something else!

"Hold still…!" He grumbled and you wanted to retort but found yourself unable to do that because you knew that if you opened your mouth, you would have moaned out loud wantonly.

This went on for a minute or ten and with each passing minute, you grew more sensitive and turned on…! And this man didn't either notice or didn't pay any attention to you like that!

You were panting through your teeth, your whole body trembling as you tried to control yourself, but it grew harder and harder to do…!

"There, I think we are done," Haganezuka grunted as he pulled away from your wings, "You better try them out first before actually attempting to fly-!"

"Yeah, great, thanks!" You bolted up and rushed to the window, snapping it open.

"Oi, we are on 3rd floor-!" Haganezuka was saying but you were already halfway out of the window.

"I owe you!" You called and the man frowned, but then he watched how you spread your gorgeous wings fully open and took off, flying into the distance.

The teacher looked after you as you flew out of the school grounds and towards the city, students outside pointing at you as you flew.

There were steps coming towards his classroom and-!

"Oi, Haganezuka!" Sanemi snapped as he rushed into the Home Economics classroom, "What the fuck was that thing that flew out of your window!?"

"A patient…" Haganezuka grunted as he cleaned the tools he had used to fix your damaged wing, much to the Math teacher's confusion and frustration, "What!?"

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #starscream #creativesoultheskeletongirl #starscream reader #transformers #transformers!AU #reader #reader insert #writing #my writing #tanjiro kamado #hotaru haganezuka #haganezuka #sanemi shinazugawa #kny #ENJOY!

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blog-de-nats · 2 months ago

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Writetober Day 6: Undead

Palabras: 1836

Formato: Short story.

Género: Fantasía oscura juvenil (dark YA fantasy), Fantasía gótica, Sobrenatural, Comedia negra, Aventura, Misterio con tintes de terror

Advertencias: Violencia física, Muerte y referencias a la muerte, Tensión sobrenatural y terror atmosférico, insultos menores.

Para ser una noche en la que Ghjulia se iba a colar en un castillo abandonado en medio de un bosque lleno de espíritus acechantes, había un cielo muy bonito y luminoso sobre sus cabezas.

Los árboles movían danzantes sus hojas, alzándolas al cielo para que la luz de las estrellas pudieran mecerlas en su brillo hasta que volvieran a caer. Los árboles formaban un techo sobre el camino, haciendo bóvedas de ramas entrelazadas bajo el que caminar.

Y, de vez en cuando algún animal del bosque corría lejos, asustados por el fulgor de la linterna de Ghjulia alumbrando cada paso que tuvieran que dar. Los pájaros acechaban suspicaces sobre sus nidos y los zorros huían en una estela rojiza antes de que ella se acercara mucho.

Por ahora ningún lobo se había acercado, aunque ella creía saber la razón. A los lobos no les gustaban los fantasmas.

A su lado Niya flotaba tranquila a su lado, desprendiendo su propia luz azulada por todas partes, desde su tocador de pelo hasta su vestido victoriano con el que fue enterrada. Movía sus piernas como si anduviera por el aire, siguiendo una senda que Ghjulia no podía seguir.

Ella era un ser sobrenatural, se atrevería que a decir que hasta tenía un aire místico. Obviamente, su parloteo constante derrumbaba toda fachada de grandeza que Niya pudiera tener.

-¿Y tu te crees? Entonces la señora pasó de largo sin siquiera mirarme y siguió buscando la tumba de su hijo. -La chica refunfuñó, apretando su sombrilla con encaje con más ímpeto de lo debido.- Eso es irrespetuoso, no puedes pararte y leer la tumba de un muerto sin dejar una plegaria como mínimo.

Ghulia suspiró, viendo como una bandada de urracas sobresaltadas salían volando por los gritos de su amiga. Al menos tenía comprobado que los humanos vivos no podían verla ni oírla, aunque guardaba pocas esperanzas en ser discreta esa noche. Al fin y al cabo, esto era negocio de los muertos.

-¿Entonces me estás diciendo que hay que rezar si te paras a leer una tumba?- Ghulia preguntó, rebuscando en su riñonera mientras seguían andando.- Y si no lo hago, ¿qué pasa? ¿El espíritu de esa persona me perseguirá por el resto de mi vida?

-No, qué va. Esas cosas sólo te pasan a ti. - Niya ajó un poco hacia el suelo para empezar a andar al lado de la viva.- Necesitas algo más grave para que te persigan hasta que remandes la ofensa, como lo tuyo con la familia.

Ghjulia inspiró el aire frío de la noche, dejando que entrara en sus pulmones para ponerla alerta. Por fin sacó la brújula de la riñonera y la abrió. Bien, iban en la dirección correcta.

-¿Sabes? Algunas veces puedes ser una persona muy rencorosa, Niya.-Continuó, mirando de reojo a la fantasma.

La vió fruncir el ceño y cerrar su sombrillita para hacerla desaparecer.

-Lo primero: Por mucho que te empeñes en llamarme "Niya", mi nombre real es Yevfrosiniya Vladlena Ptolemais, ya va siendo hora de que te aprendas el nombre completo de tu trastatarabuela. -se quejó, cruzándose de brazos y quedándose quieta, aunque siguió flotando al lado de la chica.- Y lo segundo: Si hubieras mostrado más respeto por ese espejo no estarías buscando la reliquia para librarte de mí. Cosa que me ofende, porque soy una persona magnífica.

Ghulia dejó escurrir el silencio entre las dos un par de segundos, andando tranquilamente en dirección al castillo.

Dejó que el viento siguiera silbando y las estrellas parpadeando sobre su cabeza, analizando de vez en cuando los bordes del camino para asegurarse de que no hubiera ningún peligro. Se metió las manos en su abrigo, arrebujándose para alejar el frío de ella. Con la mano derecha entrelazó su agarre con el mango del cuchillo tan solo para sentir su peso consolador.

-¿Qué? ¿No vas a decir nada al respecto? -Niya volvió a cortar el silencio.- Ya sé que tengo razón, pero al menos un asentimiento me valdría como respuesta.

-Ah, ¿ya has acabado de quejarte? -la chica sonrió con burla.- Y yo que creía que este día nunca llegaría.

La fantasma se llevó una mano al pecho y miró a Ghjulia con una mezcla de horror y rabia. Extrañamente, la chica sintió que eso la daba más satisfacción que cualquier cosa que la fantasma hubiera podido contestar.

-Mejor llámame cuando encuentres la reliquia, hoy estás de un humor horrible.- Y Ghjulia sintió cómo la luz azulada se desvanecía en un instante y algo del calor del ambiente se fue.

-¡Ey! ¡Espera! -la chica se paró en medio del bosque, apuntando con la linterna a todas partes, buscando algún resquicio de que Niya le estaba haciendo una broma pesada.- Vuelve a aparecerte, no pensarás que me voy a enfrentar al espíritu de un profeta milenario sola, ¿verdad?

El ulular de un búho fue toda la respuesta que tuvo.

- Vamos, Niya. No es para tanto. -Ghjulia siguió buscando, esta vez preocupándose un poco más.- Soy tu trastataranieta, no me puedes dejar sola ahora. Tú tanto como yo quiere conseguir esa reliquia otra vez, así que más te vale volver.

Un arbusto a un par de metros se agitó un instante en sentido contrario al viento, y Ghjulia pudo sentir cómo el alivio la recorría por completo. Una sonrisa salió involuntariamente de sus labios.

-Oh, vamos. -La chica avanzó con paso tranquilo hacia el arbusto, que se volvió a agitar. -Ya te encontré, no hace falta que sigas escondiéndote.

Con pasos suaves sobre la hojarasca, la chica se acercó poco a poco hasta quedarse enfrente del arbusto. Pero, de un salto, un conejito blanco salió saltando de entre las hojas, alejándose lo más rápido posible de Ghjulia.

Suspiró, hundiendo los hombros mientras se volvía a arrebujar en su abrigo granate y metía las manos en los bolsillos otra vez.

No tuvo tiempo para volver a llamar a Niya antes de que algo la empujara desde atrás y la tirara al suelo.

Ghjulia gruñó, sintiendo cómo el aire le salía de los pulmones por el golpe seco contra el suelo. Uf, eso iba a dejar moratones por la mañana.

Se revolvió bajo el peso que la oprimía contra la tierra. Una mano de su atacante fue a su nuca, haciéndola meter la cara entre la hojarasca, otra fue a su brazo derecho, inmovilizándola.

Menos mal que era zurda.

Ghjulia sacó las manos de su bolsillo, con la navaja aferrada a su mano con toda la fuerza que pudo, pataleando para desequilibrar a su agresor.

Un voz grave gritó entre rabia y dolor justo cuando Ghjulia sentía que el cuchillo se había quedado encajado en algo.

Volvió a tirar del cuchillo para sacarlo otra vez y, sintiendo cómo el agarre sobre ella se aflojaba, aprovechó para girar en un golpe seco a la derecha.

El otro luchador la agarró del brazo, pero Ghjulia pudo salir de debajo de el atacante y ponerse de rodillas.

Parpadeó todo lo que pudo para quitarse la tierra de los ojos y escupió al suelo para desechar todo lo que se había tragado del suelo en la pelea. Pero siquiera tuvo tiempo de protegerse cuando un puñetazo la impactó en toda la cara, haciendo que un sabor metálico se instalara en su boca.

Alzó la mirada a su atacante, blandiendo su cuchillo todo lo salvaje y fuerte que pudo, sin poder ver apenas más que una silueta por culpa de sus ojos llorosos. Ghjulia pensó que clavó el cuchillo en el pecho del agresor cuando sintió que el hombre volvía a gritar y el filo chocaba con algo al blandirlo.

La chica aprovechó la oportunidad para ponerse de pie y alejarse un par de pasos más, intentando recuperar algo del equilibro y la orientación después de la caída.

-¡Vladlena de las Rosas, clamo tu ayuda! -Ghjulia gritó en medio de la noche, sintiendo cómo su corazón ahogarse por el pánico cuando vió que le figura volvía a acercarse a ella.

Intentó esquivar un puñetazo que iba a sus costillas y luego otro que iba a su cara, pero terminó recibiendo uno en el brazo que la hizo que se le entumeciera. Pero no dió tiempo a mucho antes de que se tropezara con una raíz nudosa de algún árbol cercano y se cayera, chocando con su atacante y haciendo que los dos volvieran a caer al suelo.

Pero una luz azulona apareció con un destello suave en la visión borrosa de Ghjulia antes de que la pelea continuara.

-No hacía falta que me invocaras formalmente, iba a volver tarde o... ¿Qué se supone que te ha pasado?- la voz de Niya resonó por el bosque.

Ghjulia blandió la navaja delante de sus narices, en un instante la sombra había desaparecido.

-¿Dónde está? -preguntó, poniéndose de pie lo más rápido posible mientras se tambaleaba.- ¿Dónde se ha metido?

-¿De qué estás hablando? -Niya se acercó flotando a donde estaba Ghjulia.- Aquí sólo estabas tú, tirada en el suelo como una pordiosera en medio del barro.

-No... Alguien me ha atacado cuando te has ido. -Ghjulia parpadeó un poco y recostó la espalda en el árbol más cercano, intentando ver dónde estaba el suelo y dónde el cielo.- Estaba luchando hace unos segundos... Se acaba de desvanecer en cuanto has aparecido.

-Entonces estoy bastante segura de que eso era otro fantasma. - Niya miró a su trastataranieta con el ceño fruncido.- Tal vez alguno maligno.

-Pues yo estoy bastante segura de que no lo era. -Ghjulia bufó, intentando limpiarse la cara con la manga de su abrigo, aunque terminó extendiendo más el barro.

-Oh, ¿en serio? -La fantasma preguntó, sentándose en el aire, tranquilamente, aunque no dejó de mirar de reojo los alrededores.- ¿Y eso por qué?

-Los fantasmas no sangran. -contestó, parpadeando otra vez, aunque las lágrimas le salían de los ojos sin parar.- Y era solido, he podido herirle y él me ha podido tocar.

-Entonces la respuesta es fácil. -Niya suspiró, llevándose una mano al puente de su nariz.- Era un alma de carroña.

-¿Un alma de carroña? -Ghjulia miró a la fantasma.- Eso suena mal, ¿qué se supone que son?

-Ya te lo explicaré cuando lleguemos a un lugar seguro.- Niya cortó, cogiendo del brazo a Ghjulia por acto reflejo, aunque no sirvió para nada porque su mano traspasó su carne.- La misión de esta noche se ha cancelado, volvemos para casa.

-¿Y eso por qué? Llevamos semanas preparándonos -Ghjulia dio un par de pasos lentos, siguiendo la luz azulada de Niya- No podemos pararnos ahora que estamos tan cerca. ¿Es que acaso no querías desvincularte de mi? ¡Esa es tu oportunidad!

-¿Pues por supuesto que quiero desvincularme! Pero no quiero que termines muerta como yo. - Niya siguió andando hacia la salida del bosque.- Hoy vas a dormir con las ventanas cerradas y la puerta con llave, y me quedaré vigilando toda la noche por si acaso.

-¿Acaso esos almas de carroña son tan mortíferos?

-Ghjulia, ellos fueron los que me mataron.

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