Halloween Crafter Drabbles

Bloody Knuckles, Rage

I was going to make this bad but it came out somewhat fluffy for some reason

Warning: Blood

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It was a stupid argument that lead to Rage punching and knocking out a follower. All the person said was Rage needed to control his anger, which was proven right. Another follower had then attacked Rage, landing some blows before Hollow rounded the corner and pulled the two apart, not minding some hits his way. Rage promptly banned the two and stormed off leaving a confused Hollow.

That's how Curaxu found him. On the cliff's edge looking over their makeshift town. The canyon was perfect for them; it provided shade and protection from other armies. Nowadays there isn't a lot of traders willing to meet them so supplies had begun to run low. Curaxu and Hollow have tried to take action, but Rage insisted he was the main leader and should do everything.

"Whenever you're here you've banned a follower," Curaxu said, sitting next to Rage and leaning just silently.

"He said I have bad anger outbursts," Rage responded, sitting up and knocking Curaxu off his shoulder, "I mean my name is Rage but it doesn't mean I can't control myself!"

Curaxu backed up, flinching just slightly when Rage raised his voice. "But that means fewer supplies to give out." He changed the subject. It was always best to change the subject. Rage paused and thought a moment before nodding in agreement.

Curaxu took one of his hands and frowned, seeing that Rage got either his blood or the followers blood on his knuckles. He rubbed his thumb over Rage's knuckles and mumbled quiet, watching the blood vanish. Rage pulled his hand away and looked, giving a short hum of surprise before looking at Curaxu.

"It's cool how you know magic."

Curaxu nodded and smiled, feeling relieved when Rage smiled back. "You ready to head back? Hollow should be around and he said the river could be routed to run through here again."

"Yeah. Let's meet him."

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Word Count: 317