Pixie Hollow Dystopia

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Cal crept through a tent flap and then dived backwards hurriedly, almost bowling Kieara over. He faced her, grim yet red-faced furious. He mimed cute cat's paws with his prancing hands and then death with one sideways finger sliced across his throat. Pelts! Paws! Heads!

The predator lover bustled about, looking for tools. He found a skinning knife and could barely lift one end of it let alone wield the whole thing, longer and heavier than he was. His bag of faerie dust turned the weapon glittery gold after a few shakes, but balanced with zero gravity. "You think you're so great that you can hunt anything you want," he murmured savagely. "You want to be the apex of the food chain? I've got news for you. We're small, we fly, and we will dance on your carcasses!" Taking the risk of one of the other two hunter humans seeing that glittery blade, Cal brought it through the ground cover all the way to the human with his back turned, then lifted it bit by bit to the man's shoulder, and plunged that weightless but huge meat carver into the neck's biggest artery.

The male faerie scattered for cover as soon as he struck flesh, disappearing while the stricken man and his supportive two friends scrambled and screamed. He waited out the panic and the death throes while thinking of a plan for the next two.
 
Kieara jumped when he almost bowled her over. She listened and frowned. When Cal went on a homocidal rampage, she wasn't sure what to do. She kinda stood stricken. She didn't like the concept of killing. Nor did she want to be the one with blood on her hands. She paled at the sight and backed up a bit. what on earth was Cal thinking?
 
The two frantic humans took up guard positions back to back, rifles across their laps and occasionally aimed at nothing at all with a desperate tremor. Cal knew he wouldn't sneak up on those two again, and consulted the quiet Kieara. "I don't know. We're not supposed to let humans know we exist at all, and that's the one Lord rule that makes sense... but if they die they're not witnesses, right? What do you say, take one each and dive in from above before they know what hits them? Maybe you could freeze their hearts or something... Kieara?" Her quietness came to Cal's attention in a rush, and his wings hummed in concern for the precious girl. "Talk to me," he crooned, a steadying hand on each of her shoulders and an intent gaze binding himself to her alone.
 
"I...I don't know Cal, killing them feels wrong....Perhaps leave some notification that the reason the other died was for hunting lynx? that way it scares them out of it? I....I can't Cal I can't....." she said unable to bring herself to harm another creature.
 
Cal nodded sagely. "I thought about that too. Destroying three poachers was going to be the warning to everyone else who would try." The boy chomped at the bit, hellbent on finishing the intention he'd started. "Okay, look, you've heard the cubs roaring in play. Can you sneak up really close to one's seat and roar like that while I do the same? These guys can be the living warning."
 
Kieara didn't like the fact that cal still wants to kill people but nodded. With his instruction she followed his lead. She stealthily snuck up to the human he didn't claim and roared like he'd said to. Then she booked it away from there. She didn't want to risk being stomped on.
 
Cal did the same and circled back to Kieara's frantic path out of there. He silently hooted in triumph to himself as the two humans shrieked and jumped around like they'd been ghost haunted - the exact idea. He sighed in bliss from the adrenaline rush and SO much progress for the endangered species. He flew at Kieara's side a smidge in front so that their wings didn't collide and rubbed her shoulder.

If she stayed worried and withdrawn, Cal didn't say another word until they got back to camp with the cave of the broken legged lynx and pipsqueak girl cub, where he traded updates with Tink and Fawn. The growing dusk meant it was time to eat and settle in to whatever shelters and comforts they had at hand.

(( Last tonight, ja~ ))
 
Kieara smiled a little as he rubbed her shoulder. She flew to the cave with him. She enjoyed a small meal with them. After that she moved outside. She wasn't ready for bed yet. She stared up at the moon.
 
Calamus eventually flitted out beside her and flopped down with his usual energy. Then he took one look at her, really looked at her instead of superimposing whatever positive traits he wanted to see or imagine they had in common. Placid rather than keyed-up this time, his shoulders stooped and wings sank low to match as they sat under the moon together. "What do you really think of everything?" the boy whispered, really listening instead of just smoothing things over, with a gaze to the curves of Kieara's face.
 
Kieara hadn't expected anyone to join her. She was scared of this mission down about zephyr afraid shed fail. She sighed and explained it all to him. Even about how she felt second rate.
 
Cal blinked rapidly when Kieara's view all sunk in, with his expression stunned, and wings and posture slumped more than ever. He mumbled some words to the depressed faerie like he didn't expect them to work any better than his other encouragements truly hadn't. "It's okay to be scared. But look how much you're doing anyway. Bravery isn't absence of fear; bravery is going ahead despite fear."

He shrugged and gestured, finding it easier to talk out into space than towards Kieara's face. "Second rate, there's no way. You're the only dual-talent I've heard of. Your symbol glowed like a nova. And your personality, the way you handle animals and the way you charmed ME over like no girl ever has--" Cal cut off right there as if his lips had been getting carried away and his brain had only now realized it. He continued quietly, still looking out to the stars and then down to his lap. "Zephyr was my best friend, and it hurt that she's gone, and we had so many adventures together. But that's over, and you're filling your own life up with your own adventures even as we speak. And I'd like to be more than friends with you." Cal turned to her then with a soulful, edgy gaze as if his whole spirit were at stake in the reaction from that worried girl.
 
Kieara listened to everything he told her. His words made her feel a world better. And those were the sweetest things she'd ever heard. She smiled and leaned in kissing him. "Thank you Cal."
 
Cal kissed back, hunger and intensity building. "Be my girlfriend? Now and even after we return to Pixie Hollow? Even if some other guy says he's gonna treat you like a queen? I... I've never asked anyone else." He chewed his lip and held rigidly still for Kieara's reaction.
 
Kieara smiled. "Yes Cal. I'm all yours." She smiled and hugged him. She was feeling better. She kissed him again her own hunger for it building. She was glad to have heard all that from Cal. It had helped her greatly.
 
The boy kissed back sighing and murmuring and peeled his shirt off, that with Kieara's arms around him he wanted to feel her everywhere against his skin. He leaned back against a grass blade, had her rolling on him. "So then I'm all yours." His lips curled up and eyes gleamed.
 
((gonna skip since we're not in the mature section. hope you don't mind.))

It was a month or so after that. Kieara hadn't been feeling well. A few more weeks and the lynx they were nursing would be better. They were almost done here, but it was becoming increasingly hard for Kieara to work. She felt fatigued all the time, she was sick every morning. The smell of food sometimes made her sick. It was all so weird. And at times she'd want the weirdest things together. She was all moody sometimes. And something that she'd failed to notice yet, a small, barely noticeable unless to someone around her a lot, firm bump was foming on her abdomen.
 
Cal was uneasy in their relationship, certain that if only he were doing something different Kieara wouldn't be as moody. The cravings were a source of amusement but he nevertheless tracked down each one. The boy expected some ribbing about their relationship in general from the other two girls, and he was always ready to retort "None of your business" or "Go get your own man or hook up with each other" if the others were jealous of Kieara or him, but so far the other ladies encouraged them or left them be.

One night in bed together Calamus dreamed that his assignment was an animal about to be a Momma. It was a gravid mare? No, a small dog that was still bigger than a faerie house, no, a mouse he could fit his arms around, no-- He woke spooned up behind Kieara with his hand slung on the bump. He thought about it hard and his heart thumped in the dark. "Oh, Kieara. You can't be carrying young; only animals and humans do that. Soon you'll be back in town at a healer's station and I hope you'll never have to worry about fatigue or weird eating cravings again," he murmured. He was sure Kieara was sleeping and the speech was more to reassure himself than the cutie. But the impossible notion still gnawed at his mind.
 
Kieara was sleeping and still didn't hear him. She curled closer to his chest. It didn't go long until she woke. When she did she was getting sick again. Fawn was the specialist healer of the group. So she went to her and explained her symptoms. "What's wrong with me fawn?"
 
(( Fawn: "If she's red, raise the head. If she's pale, raise the tail. Does she look red or pale??"
Rosetta: "...She looks squished."
XD ))

"Your litter is coming along nicely, is all," Fawn talked about Kieara as if she were animalkind because she really hadn't started her morning yet. When she realized what she said she dropped her tea with a clatter.
 
((Most epic moment of fairy history lol))

Kieara's mouth fell open and she went white. "I uh....That's not possible...right? Oh god what's Cal gonna do?! And the elders back home!? Oh no..." she was panicking. She began to pace.
 
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