Open Chronicles A Wretched Creature

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Isopel just...kept walking. Apparently there was no end in sight. It was not long until they had simply left the village. And then, seemingly arbitrarily, they stopped, turning their eyes upwards.
 
Indeed looked up at the sky when the boy did, trying to see what he was looking at. What in heck's name was going on?! This child that puked black tar and couldn't hear was walking aimlessly around, just following the roads.
 
They looked left, right, and then back. And then they looked at Udalof, blinking in surprise, and then glaring in annoyance. A moment passed, Isopel's eyes widening, and they pointed not at Udalof, but behind him.
 
Udalof saw the glare but then the boy's expression changed. He reached across to draw his sword, then pivoting on his forward foot he turned, stepping away from what was behind him while at the same time swinging his sword around in a gutting motion.
 
A person was standing behind Uhfred, stumbling back, being missed by inches. They stared, eyes wide, before putting on a gripping smile. "Urm. Excuse me, sir?" He asked, voice as smooth as silk.
 
"Speak." Was the only response he got from the alerted man. He never trusted anyone who could speak like that, they were always up to no good.
 
The man blinked once, twice, thrice. He paused, and after a short moment said. "That is...my child." He said, placing his hands behind his back and rocking himself up and down on his heels. "Thank you for minding...her." He continued, uncertain.
 
Isopel stared ahead, blankly. They then turned away and wandered off. The man with the hideous grin shuffled forwards, going to simply evade pass Udalof. "Very generous of you, I assure you." He said, still wearing the one-note smile.
 
He would quickly find Udalof's sword sticking into his gut. He saw the greed in the man's eyes, and he had to die for it.
 
The man let out a gurgling sound and then struck the ground with a loud thump. He clawed at the ground, briefly, before dying. Isopel reeled around after he struck the ground, staring at Udalof. They stumbled back, eyes widening, before turning and going to sprint away.
 
Udalof followed, but kept hidden. He intended to keep the child safe, but he wanted to see if any more adults would come around to 'collect' him.
 
Isopel just kept running. They did not slow down. They did not even seem to get tired. It was as if their energy was a bottomless well. They ran and ran and ran and eventually...stopped. They pulled themselves to a stop, silently. They looked to the ground, blinking, staring, and then moved to step off the path, tentatively. As they did so, the grass beneath their feet went a disgusting black, and they recoiled in horror at what they'd done, stumbling back onto the paved road.
 
Uhfred had given chase to the child. He had been raised as a warrior, he could run vast distances without tiering. And having a longer stride than the child helped. He observed as the child destroyed the grass, and observed closely. This child was clearly unnatural.
 
Isopel stopped to think. Their mind churned, and they wondered if they could gather some level of information about where they were. Idly Isopel seemed to step onto the road, searching themselves, as if a map or compass or anything would have materialised on their body. They were disappointed when they found nothing. They stumbled back, rubbing at their face, for a moment, before their hands came back feeling nothing. Frenzied, Isopel clawed at their face, trying desperately to feel something once more.
 
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