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✖ Did he really have a choice here? Either he stayed and got eaten, or ran away and chanced passing out from exhaustion. Backing up, it was obvious he picked running away-- though how fast could a child whose already out of breath run?

"Scared?" Questioned the wolf, smirking just enough so the tip of his fangs protruded from his top lip. “My, my. What big eyes you have."  He enjoyed playing with his food before he devoured it.

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✖"... I-If I tell y-you... W-W-Will I be-be able to s-stay here longer?" Came the soft, barely audible whisper. His face was dark and mostly hidden by his bangs, and from what could be seen his cheeks were pink. Alex's voice was gentle and kind-- filled with hurt and fear, along with a bunch of stuttering and a voice that seemed much younger than he actually was. Then again he was only six years old.

"I cannot give you solace forever. You may hide here for a matter of days, perhaps weeks or months, I cannot see so far. But soon you must move on. I know not why you are here and perhaps it is best that way," Cato finally said after some pacing, wishing the gods would give him an answer to this. They couldn’t help him with everything, though — he was human, after all, and they expected him to live a life in which he could fare for himself once in a while.

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✖And what if Alex was lying? How did Cato know this boy really couldn't write, or wasn't able to talk? The child huddled closer to the back of the couch and turned his head away from the pacing man, not wanting to disappoint him once more by shaking his head, but there was nothing he could do. Alex didn't want to talk-- he didn't want to do anything other than stay right where he was, since this place seemed rather safe. His blue eyes darted up the stranger, wondering just what would happen next.

Cato ran a hand through his hair, beginning to pace and flex his fingers, something he did when he was deep in thought. Licking his lips, he tried to figure out a method of communication. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t write, and telepathy was out. There really wasn’t much of a way for him to speak to the boy and get answers, at least it didn’t seem such; so far, he wasn’t coming up with anything.  "Is there any way you can try to tell me who that man is, boy?  And perhaps why was he after you?" 

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✖And once more, his head shook from side to side. There was no way Alex could write-- he's never been taught to. Being raised in an orphanage surrounded by people you hate-- yeah, no one ever wanted to get near him unless it was to beat him or yell at him. The six year old stared up at the man, eyes rather innocent and scared as he awaited punishment; though he wasn't sure if this man would hit him or yell at him-- Alex was prepared for both.

The boy couldn’t — or wouldn’t — speak. Unfortunately, though he’d searched and searched through his books, he hadn’t yet found something that could make telepathy with a being who it didn’t come naturally to possible. Cato bit down on his tongue and stood up, palm to head as he tried to think.  "Can you write? If I give you paper and a pencil, can you tell me what has happened?"

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✖ He swallowed nervously, before taking a step back. Alex didn't speak-- he hasn't in over two years, so why would he start now? All he could do in a situation like this was stare wide-eyed at the green-eyed man, cause there was no way he'd run away-- he was so tired...

Oh, look. It was a child. Hunter just adored children. “Aren’t you adorable? Where’s your parents, kid?" His words were too sweet; so sweet that they became bitter.

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✖ It was then that Alex heard Styx's steps; his head canted upwards and his eyebrows furrowed. He was still cold, and soaking wet, but now he could add scared to that list. Of course he had already been scared seconds earlier, but once he climbed out of the lake he had thought nothing worse could happen-- Well what if this guy was even worse than the Fat Man? Alex scooted backwards, and stayed hunched in fear that the other would hurt him if he-- made a sudden move.

    ☾✗ “Hn—?" Styx had remained on a safe distance, watching, and now he was to behold something unusual. Something about this scene wasn’t quite right, something was off, something wasn’t the way it should be. Good or bad? The way it should be was bad, did that make this good? The disfigured male wasn’t quite sure and thus he stalked closer, slowly and carefully, squinting at the strange boy.

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✖Oh goodness-- Alex, once more, continued to watch, though he decided to take a few steps back. Hopefully he'd not be seen.

          — -╔ ✘ ╗ And of course, in that moment, a bird would swoop down for an attack. The fucker’s lucky Ethan didn’t bring out the guns.

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✖But Alex hasn't spoken a word for years-- why would he break that silence for a stranger, even if he did save his life? Blue eyes filled with pain and hurt stared at the stranger, eyebrows furrowed and tongue licking at his bottom lip-- which had blood dripping from it. Quickly, and rather disobediently, he shook his head. Now staring down into his lap, the child stayed absolutely silent.

Cato laid the boy down on an old, velvet couch, then sat across from him. For a moment, all he did was stare at the boy as though he was trying to absorb knowledge just by looking at him. Finally, though, he did speak. “Boy, I know you are frightened but I need to understand what is occurring in my forest. Can you communicate with me, child?"

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✖ He'd take it as a miracle, for the punch caused his hair to be released, and before he knew it he was being protected by a rather skinny body. Timidly, his shaky body turned to see the Fat Man laying motionless on the ground, blood dripping from a wound on his head that must have been caused from being punched and falling to the ground. Alex didn't know what to feel-- should he feel relieved, or scared as all hell? Turning his blue eyes to Abdima, the child could only shiver even more at the look on the guy's face. There was nothing there to really reassure Alex-- for all he knew he'd be blamed for the death of the Fat Man, and hated even more in the small town just near here. Though, he was only a child, and he could only go so far before needing a break from all this stress-- which was why without thinking much, he hugged the stranger that saved him-- hugged him and released the tears that had been kept in for so long.

Something inside the horseman seem to ring. It was strange. Something felt off about this. The idea of a child being hurt. Mortal as they were, and the fact this creature had absolutely nothing to do with him. They never did. None of them did. He was famine, all his job was, was to bring famine. That was it. He was meant to cause rampant hunger and starvation. He was the third horseman of the apocalypse. Humans were out of his range in terms of creatures he was meant to assist, weren’t they? They were on their own. Even young ones and yet…it just didn’t feel right. It felt almost…foreign, that emotion. It was as though someone else implanted it in him. It wasn’t his. With a bitter growl, Abdima enacted on it, transporting his figure from the position he stood, to a place behind the fatter male. Strength no one would have figured he had was placed into a punch that landed on the larger man’s head. The crack of the other’s skull wasn’t hard to miss, black orbs widening for a moment as he took the chance to pull the kid out of this man’s hold, shielding the creature for a moment as he felt the ground beneath him stir. Continuing to protect this young human, famine turned his head, eyeing the fatter male, waiting for them to get up.

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✖ Alex had picked up the pace very quickly-- and now he was running down the bumpy, dirt road with the hope that he'd somehow lose the man who was actually keeping up with him. Then again, Alex had short little legs and they were bloody and bruised, it was bound to make him slower. As he turned to look behind him, the boy couldn't help but feel sickened as he realized just how close the Fat Man was. Upon turning around, his body sadly crashed right into another person, and down he went-- right onto his bottom. He was dazed for a second, head spinning and body aching, until he was pulled right back into reality by a hand grabbing his hair, and yanking him upwards. Seems fatty caught up in the minute Alex was down. Neither payed attention to the man that was in their way, for the fatter man seemed to be buzzed and totally okay with beating a child in front of someone.

Common crossroads and dirtied paths were things that attracted the least amount of attention and provided the lowest amount of contact. Things Abdima absolutely adored about them. Things he took as much advantage of as he did anything else. Then again, the last thing famine itself expected to see was a young child fast walking toward him—away from a rather lumpy older male. He didn’t need intelligence to know this older man was irritated, angry even. So much so that it seemed that he emitted it, like he was the entity based around rage itself. For someone as bitter as the third horseman, it was almost surprising. Not that he showed it of course, he didn’t even show it as he purposely stood in the young human’s way, lanky form not offering up much resistance as he turned his gaze toward the tard based mortal coming their way, dark eyes remaining dull as he waited.