Wereology

№50|The Camp Part 2: Poppet

№50|The Camp Part 2: Poppet
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Medusa sat in her bed, looking over the new notes in her notebook.

“Medusa…” an eternal voice whispered, causing the researcher to look up from her notes.

“Who’s there?” Medusa quickly shut her notes, looking around for the voice.

“Over here.” The woman giggled as Medusa’s eyes darted towards the desk to see a beautiful woman with peach toned skin and silky black hair.

“Who are you?” Medusa questioned, a ball of stone form in her hand, getting ready to attack.

She laughed, walking over to Medusa, “you know a lot about me,” she pointed to the pink notes, “I wrote that.”

Medusa looked up at the woman in shock as she extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Lillian Barclay… the woman who bequeathed to you your eyes.”

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Lawrence sat atop of a cliff in his wolf form, howling at the full moon that shone high in the sky. The chocolate brown wolf sighed, lowering himself down onto the soft grass as he buried his head in his arms.

Ever since his father returned, Lawrence couldn’t help but be on high alert. His father caused him and his mother so much pain, he couldn’t let that happen to his friends… to Ayame.

“What are you still doing up?” Ayame yawned, rubbing her eyes as she sat beside Lawrence on the cliff.

“Can’t sleep.” Lawrence replied, resting his head on Ayame's lap as his mate stroked his fur.

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?” Ayame questioned, humming a small tune.

“I was talking to some of the dragons in the camp, asking them about their stories, and a lot of them were running from an abusive parent or lover. And I-”

“Couldn’t help but think of your dad?” Ayame finished for him, earning a nod from the brown wolf.

“He can't hurt you, Lawrence, you know that.” Ayame reminded him. “Lawrence, if I’m going to help you, I need to know what happened to you and your mother.”

Lawrence whimpered, shaking his head. Ayame sighed, lifting up the wolf’s chin. “I only want to help, Lawrence… please, just tell me what happened.”

Lawrence sat up, nuzzling his face against Ayame’s. “I wish I could keep this from you longer, Ayame… I don't want you thinking less of me.”

Ayame kissed the top of his head. “You know I could never think less of you.”

Lawrence morphed out of his wolf form, sitting beside her as his fingers intertwined with her fingers.

“My father has always been horrible to my mother, but it got worse when I was born.” Lawrence began to explain, thinking back to his early years.

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“Just one more push, Robin.” The doctor said as Robin gripped onto the railings of the hospital bed, screaming at the top of her lungs as she pushed out the baby.