The Zeneth Of The Blood - a PSL for Zeneth messing up Black Jewels canon in all the best ways

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Warning first off for massive spoilers for all things Culdcept and all things Black Jewels. Because that's the easy warning.

As for the other warnings: Yes. All the warnings. Seriously, if something might trigger you, there is a chance it is in here. While we as the players will be careful of each other's known triggers, if you are reading this be warned. If you know Black Jewels at all you know that Jaenelle is all the trigger warnings. As this is during the Briarwood part of her life. As for Zeneth... yeah all the combat and violence are potentially, but... I mean, there will be Warlord Princes. There will be blood. And Blood.

You have been warned. 

MWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

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[zeneth]

"You don't even know what a god is!?"

He sounded just as perplexed as the cloaked figure in front of him. And whatever a Warlord Prince was... well... it did kind of sound like him, though? From what his Dragon Eye helped preserve... he was a prince at one point, right...?

"I guess I'm like a Warlord Prince? As for why why friends would fight... for many reasons. For fun. To test strength. To settle disagreements. Are you even a Cepter? I'd think a Cepter would know all of this..."

[witch_child]

"What's a Cepter?" she asked. "Is that some sort of ma..." she started to ask, walking forward, but a foot caught the edge of her cloak and she tipped forward, windmilling her arms.

[zeneth]

The red and black clad War God was finding himself even more perplexed. But then, it finally clicked why she would be this clueless despite the clear magical power she had.

"You not from this wo-WOAH!"

His thoughts cut off by the child-like figure toppling over, Zeneth dashed to her, his arms outstretched as he was ready to catch her. If she was as fragile and weak as he thought she was, the last thing she needed was to fall onto the ground and hurt herself...

[witch_child]

She fell into him, and as she did the hood fell back, and he could finally see her.

She was pale. Almost unhealthily so. Her blue eyes were a dull sky blue, but sunk under dark circles. Her face was all sharp angles that might be lovely when she grew into them but was mostly awkward on a child. Especially one so thin that her cheeks were almost hollow. And the hood fell back enough that he could see a hint of bruising on her neck. Her blond hair showed some sign of care though, being styled in huge sausage curls. Sadly they did not suit her at all. But they did show that someone at least put in some effort.

"Thank you," she said softly. "Maybe I should take off the cloak?" she added with a giggle.

[zeneth]

He tried his best not to squeeze her as he wrapped his arms around her, his arms being a little shaky from trying to be gentle. It felt like he was holding a porcelain doll in his arms...

The moment he gazed upon her face and noticed the bruising on her neck, his blood ran cold.

It was no wonder she felt weak. If it was a Cepter that was beaten up in battle, it would have been one thing. However, this seemed like an innocent kid that went through physical abuse and neglect.

"...Your neck... who hurt you!?"

A slight bit of a growl could be heard in his voice. Underneath his horror, a bit of anger was slipping through...

[witch_child]

She paled a bit further and pulled the collar of the cloak up a bit higher. "It's fine," she said quickly, starting to tremble some. "I'm fine. Really." She looked scared now.

[zeneth]

The anger faded and his expression softened, though Zeneth did feel awkward for scaring this kid. He made his embrace slightly more secure in response to the shivering.

"...there's no need to hide it. I already saw it. It would be like if I tried to hide my dragon eye now; there's no point. Anyway, sorry if I scared you, but you look awful. As in the kind of awful like you're physically unhealthy. THAT kind of awful."

He then looked at the girl straight into her eyes.

"I'm not mad at you. As far as I know, you didn't do anything wrong."

[witch_child]

She offered him a small timid smile. "Dragon eye?" she asked, fixating on that. She reached up a pale hand and touched his face around that eye with cool finger tips. Her sleeve fell back to show bad bruising on her wrists. "No wonder I liked your eye so much! It reminds me of my friend Lorn!" Her smile became brilliant at that point.

[zeneth]

Before he could react about the bruises, the area around his dragon eye had been suddenly touched, making him flinch and have all of his focus go to her touch. For the young girl, the skin around his eye felt a little rough, and was warm. Warmer than the average human body temperature at least.

As he processed the compliment, he blushed a bit.

"Um, thanks...? Wouldn't be here without it..."

[witch_child]

She beamed a summer sunshine bright smile at him. "Then I love it extra!" she said happily. Then she started squirming, trying to get free.