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Rylok

Simon's jail break had not gone unnoticed. The work prison he was leaving in his trail was clanging with alarms, bells, and torchlight as the guards sought to bring back Warden Monmouth's prized experiment.

Number eight...you will always belong to me

The necromancer's whisper lingered, oily and thick in the zombie-man's ear. Well, not so much a zombie. He wasn't a mindless flesh-eater, after all. Just a thief. A felon, a reprobate runaway escaped convict.

Shit, Simon thought. He was near a town, but who would take in such an obvious piece of necromancy trash like himself? Nope, he'd have to hide and figure it out on his own.

Nearly too late, he saw a torch ahead of him on the road. Simon dove off the side of the path into a bush, trying to hide his unnatural features.

Lilly Blackwood

They didn't have a permanent hunting ground and sentient beeings would eventualy start to see pattern if he where to eat them and would compromise his future. To prevent such a future they chose a vegetarian lifestyle, they still very much ate and needed meat but think of it like a vampire who only feed on animals, they to only eat non sentient creatures.

They prowled, as the predator that they where, close to the ground, in the form of a black panther. They circled the fire, although the fire meant prey, it was forbidden prey, besides, fire was bad. Instead they circled the source of the fire, as if they where part of its shadow, until they where at a decent distance.

Back to the hunt, they jumped what movement they had tought to be real prey moving in the green foliage. They quickly backed of and shifted their form slightly to the side where another form would emerge, with tendrils acting like hair which is attracted to static electricity, from panther to human.

They looked at the other, their self imposed rule forbade them to eat it but they had instinctually shifted in front of them, which was against their self imposed rules of self preservation, of blending in. They observed it, tilting their head, should they greet it or kill it out of principle?

Rylok

"Oh, gods, why me?" Simon complained to himself. The gravelly rasp of his voice made him cringe. Gods, he hated that sound, now. Diving into the bush had seemed like a great idea to avoid the traveler on the road, but his murky eyesight did him no favors in the dark, mottled woodlands. On top of that, he was and would always be a city boy. This nature stuff was beyond his ken. How was he to navigate? At least he didn't need to eat, he thought as he pulled himself up into a sitting position and gave himself a once over. A twig had impaled his forearm where he had landed, so he pulled it out and tossed it aside.

What to do? He could wait for the traveler to pass and then creep into town. There was surely laundry hanging where he could steal something and get out of the prison clothes. Hopefully a blanket or a long cloak would be in the bounty; nobody likes zombies, even if he was a little more than the average brain-chewer. He could also try to approach the traveler. Sympathy could get him was skulking would not: a safe place to hide from Lord Dingus and his prison full of sycophants. Then again, it could just as easily be a sycophant returning from leave, or someone who was more sympathetic to the prison warden than the prisoner. They could just kill him out right. No need to risk that, he decided. Thievery never betrayed him before and it wouldn't now.

Movement to his left made him duck and hide his face behind his arms.

"Don't hurt me!" he rasped. He peered at the person from between the shelter of his forearms, staying hunched over and, hopefully, keeping his undead condition hidden from the person. Male or female, he couldn't tell. They had darker hair and were smaller than him, indeterminate in the shadows.

Lilly Blackwood

Their nose catched the odd scent from the other beeing, they felt it quite offputting, usually they'd eat something long before it attracts a bad scent, that usually ruins its taste. They tilted their head with curiosity, did they have larvae under their flesh like other dead thing? The creature had a distinctively sickly sweet odor, common with the dead, but it was walking and talking as a living.

They knew all about the fears of others, especially considering they had been feared in most of their known existence. Others would often find an illogical fear of the unknown and not the known, although they knew that most wouldn't fear a gender, they had hoped that the other would find some comfort when they shifted specifically to a male form.

"Don't hurt you?" He questioned, he understood their meaning, even their state of mind. "Don't hurt me" He replied, like the person in front of him, he was afraid that history would repeat and a mob of people would hunt him, with fire and metal, now that he was exposed.

It was a shot in the dark, went against all of his self preservation instincts, but he strongly hoped that people would be more open minded in this day and age. If nothing else he could envelope around him, like a venus flytrap or suit of armor, squishing him into a pile of bone and flesh before spitting him out into their own pool of blood.

Rylok

The man, as Simon could clearly determine now, echoed his words twice. First as a question, then a statement. It had all the feeling of a pact. If you don't hurt me, I won't hurt you. That was fair. The thief dropped his arms slowly and nodded, then glanced back at the road he had come from.

"Thats fair. Look, there's a detachment of soldiers coming this way and I would really like to be gone before they get here. Is there someplace safe we can hide? Or...sorry. I didn't mean to presume you'd help me, I just...I can't go back there..."

Simon winced at how cowed and weak he sounded. Monmouth really had him beaten down, didn't he? Yeah, lots of recovery to do, but he had to survive first and his one best hope was this weird guy who Simon was pretty sure had shapeshifted. He wasn't going to say anything about it, what with being dead. Calling someone out for being an oddity seemed hypocritical at this point of his life. If the guy could get him safe, the thief would consider him a friend.

If they were going to go, Simon needed to get up off the ground. He unfolded his lanky limbs and stood to his full height and brushed dirt and bark off the grey prison uniform he still wore. He glanced at the road again and set his back to it, starting off into the deeper woods as quietly as his thief training had taught him.

Lilly Blackwood

"The town?" He said, it was a bold plan. Like a double edged sword, if they made a wrong move, it could end up hurting their cause. On the one side civilization could give them protection from the elements, a warm place to sleep and a hiding place, but on the other hand, they could get trapped and the town was littered with eyes and ears.

"The wild?Any site, untouched by civilization, posed its own pros and cons. The ones persuing them could search them with a wide array of methods suited for outdoors searching but on the other hand there would be no witnesses to their location and if they found a good spot to hide. Regardless of the others choice, he'd be there to help, to observe the other and gauge the danger of letting him live with the knowledge of seeing him shift.

"We are Telonius" He said and moved his arm to shake the others, in a rigid manner and quite awkward considering the situation. He had lived a long, long life and the concept of mingling with sentient prey, to play with food like a child yet not hunt nor eat it.. Them, was still a foreign concept, even as he had gone through the motions a thousand and thousand times more.

Rylok

Simon paused. Town was more familiar to the urban raised thief. It was bold. Something the guards wouldn't consider immediately, perhaps...the wilderness was beyond his comfort zone. 

"Town," he agreed after a moment of thought. Then the being offered their name. It was hesitant. Nervous? Out of practice? He could relate. He stretched his own hand out and grasped the other's firmly. Not that Simon could tell, but Telonius' living warmth was noticeable against his own undead chill.

"Eigh-...no, sorry. Simon. My name is Simon." his number had been beaten into him so thoroughly that the tone of the introduction was more a reminder for the fugitive for who he was than an introduction.

Now, where was town? Down the road away from the prison. They'd have to go quick to stay ahead of the guards.

"We'd better run if we're going to get there and have time to hide." he suggested, then started off at an easy lope.

Lilly Blackwood

Run He tought, that sounded quite urgent. Now, he had figured out a few things from the encounter, Simon was running from someone or something. That clearly made hiding, well, urgent, but the scale of urgency was made clear when the other specifically  mentioned runing, combined with the tone of his voice.

He started to shift, at first he keept his form, but it was made up of countless tendrils, which would stretch into the new form of a black panther. Exposing himself a second time to the same person didn't make any difference, he couldn't get more exposed to the same person. He was not just an ordinary shifter, he gave his appearence the mane of a horse, for Simon to hold onto, as well as a vocal cord imitation so that he could talk in that form.

"Speed?" he asked, shifting his head towards his back as an invitation. It was very much wrong, like gifting a pack of starving wolves a limping sheep, but he was still not hunted by a mob with fire and metal. Perhaps it was the sliver of hope of trust that allowed him to go against his nature, twice.

Rylok

For a bare moment, Simon was scared of his companion. It was a powerful shifter, no doubt, and the tentacles were something he, even as a Serenian dock urchin, had never heard of. Could this thing be a demon? He's been warned all of his life to be careful in the dark or else he'd be eaten by the demons...he'd laughed about that as a child, but now...? In the dark with a being that could adopt such a powerful and obviously predatory form? He had hesitations.

But what was worse? A being that was offering help and alliance or the horde of maniacs behind him that would shackle him and drag him back into state-sponsored slavery? That was an easy choice. He took to Telonious' back and wove his fingers into his mane.

"I'm sorry if I accidentally kick you, Telonious...let's go!"

Distant shouts and hoof ears from pursuers were becoming audible, adding another dimension to the pinpricks of fire and mage light approaching.

Lilly Blackwood

If Simon had kicked him he would normally retaliate, if not turn his head towards him and to growl a warning, but two thing: Firstly, was this exercise in trust, a new concept that he had to take baby steps with in his search for companionship and secondly, fire and metal. He could not help but to notice the evergrowing luminescense emanating from the torches, fire, and if Simon was beeing hunted, then there where metal, if not in the form of pitchforks then they where most deffinetly weapons like swords or axes.

Needless to say but he turned away from the light and took of as soon as he fellt the unfamiliar feeling of someone sitting on him, they had agreed to find the nearest town but for right now they just needed to get out of there and into some sense of not having the persuers breathing down their neck.

"Have plan" he finally spoke after getting some distance. An eassy plan to lead the persuers into a wild goose chase as well as testing the bounds of this newfound concept of trust.

Rylok

"I'm glad one of us does. It's all up to you, then!"

He'd have to come up with a way to not be in this creature's debt. A way that didn't involve servitude or being a meal, Simon amended. When the creature took off running, the zombie tucked himself tight and was mindful of his heels and elbows. There was so much less of him now, he mourned. The thief used to be finely muscled, attractive, tall, charming...now he was just tall. The muscles had been turned to whipcord by the hard labor and scanty rations of the prison, then whipcord to jerky by the necromancer's spell. That spell, or, rather, series of spells, had taken his charm, looks, and basic humanity. From what he had assumed and overheard from Monmouth, there was still work to be done to make him into a better undead slave. Right now, he was still too independent minded and free thinking. That's why he had had to run tonight. Simon feared becoming the mindless undead. His mind was all he had left of who he was. The thought hit him hard and made him shudder with grief. He wasn't human. Would likely never be human again...

Lilly Blackwood

"No footprints" he said as he stooped, moving his head towards rocks "Hide". Now, he wasn't by any means slow and he knew all the words, he just never cared for spending energy on details, though sharing the plan meant that he would need to speak up a bit more.

If they where not seen and the tracks continued then their pursuers would have no reason to stoop where he drooped of Simon "Add mudd, hide scent", well, aside for the scent, should they have enhanced senses. "Faster alone, leave many tracks" he would lead them on a wild goose chase before looping back to pick up Simon, hoping that he'd catch him just after they had passed him by, so as to not leave a second track prematurely. Telon would also carry rocks to simulate Simons weight and keep the same footprint dept to fool experienced trackers. In theory the plan was good but there was no knowing until he got back to Simon.

Rylok

The fugitive said nothing as the demon explained his plan. Hide among the jumble of rocks, hide his scent, and wait for Telonious to take the brunt of the chase and lead them away. Smart. Simon nodded and slid off the shapeshifter's back and did as he was instructed, taking care to step only on the rocks. He slathered himself with the sticky mud slinging to the inside of the rock clefts, then smoothed his hand prints out of the substance. The man then squeezed himself into the cleft and ceased breathing and moving. When he closed his eyes, he disappeared into the darkness.

"Good luck, and stay safe...friend." he whispered, genuinely wishing the shapeshifter well. For the first time since going to prison, Simon prayed to his goddess, the Lady Luck.

Lilly Blackwood

He followed his end of the plan to the letter and once he where happy with the distance he dropped the rocks that simulated Simons weight and took of in a straight line towards him. This would be the greatest test of trust yet, as he wasn't with Simon to protect his own hide, should he need to and this terrified him.

Whatever scent of Simon that had lingered when he left him had left, "Simon" he called out. His stomach sick, sick with worry that he had made a misstake, if he couldn't track him "Here?" Telon asked. He could almost hear the crackling of fire and the clanging of metal.

Rylok



Education had mostly been wasted on Simon. That wasn't to say he was stupid, but merely ignorant. Had he actually attended classes and stayed the course, he would have had words like "harrowing" and "searing" to describe the ordeal he suffered while Telonious  left him to draw off their pursuers. Hidden in his dark, muddy hideaway, the man's temptation to hyperventilate fell under the zombie's instinct to go into a death-like torpor of stillness. He huddled, eyes closed against any chance glints from torch light, in a fetal position as he resumed praying.

Lady Luck was petulant, though. The patrol searching for him clanked by, so close that Simon felt the ground tremble under the horses' hooves. Simon shivered involuntarily out of fear. They could dismember him and take him back in pieces. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd been pieced back after a violent punishment...

Test number eight again for durability...

The cold voice of his creator whiplashed through his psyche. The flashback did nothing helpful for him; he continued to shiver in fear even after the patrol was gone. A voice calling his name broke through the panic. It took a moment for Simon to collect himself out of the cold terror, but he eventually found the breath to respond.

"Still here. Scared shitless, though. Lemme..." He grunted as he unfolded himself and squeezed out of the hiding place. He was covered in muck, but they were safe for now, and alive.