Spirit Animals Oneshots

~ Reilin Day 3- The Unconventional Kidnapping ~

Dude this is literally just a babble of weirdness... I had so much fun writing it thoughh (:

There are no trigger warnings except for an extremely cringy villain. That part was intentional. The plot occurs somewhere between after the Wyrm and before/during the Oathbound.

< Not-Maurice's POV >

I watched as the two Greencloaks struggled in their ropes, wrenching on the chair's fragile back, and a broad smile formed on the edges of my lips.

Finally. I've finally done it.

My place on the podium of greats is solidified. The world will sing my name, and the heavens will present me with glory!! For I am-

"Hey Skinny McGee, you mind filling us in? Like, for example, why you've ambushed and tied my teammate and I up?" The boy, who appeared to be Amayan, narrowed his eyes in my direction. I gave him a look of distaste, noting the odd smirk on his lips and- otherwise unusual- state of his green cloak.

Any other Greencloak I had seen before of his age wore one both bright and clean, awkwardly pulling it from their pathway as they passed through Trunswick's streets. Or maybe that was due to the fact that two guards had accompanied behind them, piercing eyes forever scrutinizing each movement they made.

I hadn't even known or seen any of the warriors before the Turning. A time when rumors of a good-natured people with cheery smiles and vibrant green soon became a hellish nightmare... Where malicious blackened eyes with spiraling symbols on their foreheads rampaged in cities.

As a precaution, our people began to ban the supposed heroes from every city, drive out their supporters, and build a safe haven. An empire, of which I would quickly make an impression on with my skillful capture.

Maybe not skillful exactly, it was more that I attacked conveniently. At their campsite in the dead of night. The poised eye-candy was peacefully resting in the tent while the rather aggravating pretty boy begun to nod off near the extinguished fire. But I caught them nonetheless.

The thought of being something legendary brought a warm smile to my lips and a euphoric feeling blossoming in my chest. "Well, you see-"

My other capture, the girl interrupted my sentence with a groan of annoyance. "We heard your entire inner-monologue already idiot. Just shut up."

Rude.

"Okay, well-"

"Oh wow. This is probably the first time I've heard you say those words without my name attached." Once again interrupted, anger bubbled inside of me. If the lovers were going to banter, couldn't they at least wait until AFTER I finished speaking?

Clenching and unclenching my fists in a continual pattern, I took a deep breath. "Okay, if you're done-"

A Zhongese accent rang through my ears and I snapped my head towards the (quite beautiful) owner of it. "Keep it closed bird brain, your voice irritates me. You remind me of a shrill mouse every time you open that damn mouth." 

"Moving past-" I interjected.

"Why are you so mean to me?"

Jeez, whiny little bitch. "Plea-"

"Why are you so ignorant?" She shot back.

"QUIET!!" I yelled, seething as two pairs of shocked eyes met mine. What was wrong with these two, honestly?

The Amayan once again narrowed his eyes. "No need to yell, Maurice."

"My name isn't Maurice..."

He shrugged. "You look like you could be a Maurice. You know, because you have a stupid face. And people with stupid faces are named Maurice."

"I'm not- I don't have a stupid- my face is FINE." I protested. The Zhongese girl burst out laughing, an intimidating ring of it travelling throughout the room. It was as if I could hear the judgement throughout my entire being. 

As she slowly regained herself, I stomached the disappointment. Kidnappings were nothing how I pictured them. No one was cowering in fear AND I was getting tantalized by my arrests.

"Enough with this." I spoke low, angered by the embarrassment blossoming in my cheeks. A once boisterous pair of Greencloaks were now steadily watching me, listening to each word spilling from my lips. "I'm going to make my mark, bringing justice to the unjust and fear to the fearless. I will be greatness, and I'll do that one enemy at a time.

"Tag." I called out powerfully, throwing my hands up in the air for dramatic effect, "You're it."

The Amayan snorted, doing his best to contain the hysteria before it overtook him completely. "That's..." He choked out, each word bleeding through the encore of laughter, " The... Dumbest Thing... I ... Have Ever.. Heard. Whoo... I should've called you Cringelord instead, Maurice."

"I'm gonna have to agree with my teammate here. Though he has no room to speak."

"Hey!!" He protested, still trying to shake the laughter. 

I sighed.  "Look, I'm not great at this. Okay? I'm just trying to make history." 

"It shows." The Zhongese sprung from the chair, throwing it in my direction. I only narrowly avoided getting hit. She drew closer, shaking off the ropes constricting her wrists and analyzing me through tapered eyes. 

Something about the Greencloak being so near frightened me. I stumbled back, whispering, "H-how did you get out?"

"Too loose of a knot. We've been free a while, and you might want to consider a career change." 

Her Amayan teammate wasn't in the seat like he was meant to be- but on the opposite side of the room, placing his two daggers where they belonged. He tossed the staff and the Zhongese girl graciously caught it. "It's been entertaining, really... I'd love to stay. But we have things to do, you know?" 

They guided me to the one chair, one Greencloak sitting me down as the other tightened a rope around my midsection. I didn't make any attempt to escape- I knew I couldn't overpower them. 

But the mere thought of two corrupt individuals roaming around Trunswick, causing so much havoc, it broke my heart. I had failed to save my home. To save the world, from them. 

"Time to keep you quiet Shnookums. We wouldn't want you calling out to someone, now would we?" The boy said, hands working to tie a cloth around my mouth.

"What's with the nicknames? I don't- mmmfphmf..."

Great. Now I couldn't speak. 

The Amayan pat my cheek, and I glared on at the strange pair. Maybe next time, I'd be careful to only nab one Greencloak. All on their lonesome. That was easier said than done however. When one appeared so many followed like a duck and its row. They came in sets. A pack. A herd. 

"I like laughing at people's reactions."

"It's how he gets attention. Otherwise, the poor boy would be all on his lonesome." The Zhongese clarified, getting a snarky look from her teammate. He walked out of the room and waved her off in doing so. 

She smiled... Really smiled, as if she had just held a kitten in the palm of her hand. Pure adoration and joy radiating off of her unusually lively black eyes. With a single glance back at me, the Zhongese girl soon left too. 

And for a moment, they didn't seem like criminals at all. Just real people in heart and soul.

Okay to clarify... 

1. No they are not dating lol, Not-Maurice just read the sexual tension in the room and presumed they were. 

2. Reilin isn't evil. At all. The Euran misconstrued this from the fact that they're wanted people due to the Wyrm painting Greencloaks in such a bad light- give him a break, he's an amateur at this.

3. They never told Not-Maurice their names sooo yeah. But the Amayan is Rollan, and the Zhongese Meilin... Obviously.

Anyways, idk what this shit is. Just deal wit' it 👍