Blake walked towards Fester home, for the time being.

Fester walked inside of his caravan taking his bag off of his back and began rummaging through it. After a couple seconds he pulled out Mica's shirt and laid it next to Mica on the hammock. "I'm glad you're back Mica. I was worried about you." As Blake walked in Fester closed the door behind him and glanced outside making sure there wasn't any people listening in on any conversations.

"I have something to tell all of you. I don't want to have to do it but I'd rather tell you know than for you to find out on your own. Besides, I . . ." He sighed "I don't want to get to attached to you guys only for you to find out and reject me." His greatest fear, rejection. Especially now that he had a place to call home, and people he could call friends. He had grown up an outcast, even if he couldn't remember the pain was still there.

"Look, I think you can all tell I'm not human. But I want you to know what I really am."

(Just a note to Ragnaroc that due to Mica's other power the Magic Null thing(I think that was her other power), Fester would most likely not be able to see her in his visions. So he legitimately didn't know where she was, or whether or not she would even be back. When they first met he didn't even know why he was suppose to go to that stream every night, he just knew something important would happen there.)

"hah? Reject you? What the hell are you talking about?" Blake scratched his head. "You? A monster? No doubt. But why would I reject you? You were always...kind of normal among everyone so why start now?"

'In that case I feel sad to inform you your old age is affecting your eyes. ' Era said crossing her arms, as the baby griffin climbed on her head.

(You are probably right.

-A caravan-

Mica lays in quiet semi-delirium, she's more worried and painstricken then delusional at this point and it seemed important to focus on what was unfolding before her. She cocs her head to the side and ruffles Fred's chest feathers mildly annoyed at Blake's interferance there would be time for reassurance later; now was a time for stillness. The dim room's air laden with pressure weighs heavy on her shoulders though the pressure that adorned the grey-skinned creature before her was oviousely worse, this was a demon that hounded him a moon to long and greatly needed to be lifted from his shoulders. "Go on Fester, I'm sure it's nothing big." Her voice lacks feeling and is oddly strick. The redhead levis herself with and arm and winces as pain blooms a like a carnal rose in the front of her skull. {Oww} Fred clucks as if in approval.

-Cottage-

Lucien makes a tsk noise. "You doubt your charms still." He removes several links of meat and hearbs from the ceiliing places them on the table and stokes the fire. "Stay for supper?" (Aka fetch me veggies from the garden, probably a little ritual they have established from her childhood)

'Sure, not like I got much else to do. Watch the little one for me.'

Era dropped the baby griffin on his counter and walked outside not waiting for a reply.

Outside she looked over the vegies and picked the ones that looked the best.

While picking them she noticed Talon standing there all by himself. She felt kinda bad for that.

Walking inside she found the man and the griffin in an interesting position.

She laughed, dropped the veggies, picked up her griffin and sat down.


'Hey Luc, is it ok for Talon to grab a bite as well? I would feel bad if I just left him outside all day... Oh yeah you might not know. Talon has babysitting duty. I've been a bad girl and need watching.' Era said in a half joking half annoyed tone.

'Really though, how is it my fault some weirdo climbs into my head. pff'

'But yeah, Talon didn't ask for this job either so he should not be alone out there. I already tried to ditch him a few times today, didn't make it easy on the guy and now I feel kinda bad. So please?'

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While Era was outside picking veggies the baby griffin was looking at Luciel funny. Then the griffin charged the meat. Trying to take it from the big man. (Naughty griffin will be very naughty in the future when Era is not around. All sweet and innocent with Era, little devil with others.)

(I have no idea what baby griffins eat, seeing as Era can not provide mother griffin milk lets just asume baby griffins can eat meat as long as the pieces are small.)

(They have beaks so yeah shredded meat sounds logical)

-cottage-

Lucien actually managed to smile as he one, levis the meat above the griffon's reach(it can jump Lucien, no way that stuff is safe) and was about to make a joking comment about how disrespecting your elders, calling tem old was a very naughty thing and how she should always be watched. But then she(Era) decided to make that comment about a creep climbing into her head and all light and pleasure abruptly drops from his face, the meat links dropping deftly to the table. "What?" He voice is airy with disbelief. "Who? When!?" Lucien is not one of great expression....until you weasel your way into his sphere of friendship, then you become the world and all that threatens you might as well burn. As far as Talon, well that comment is not even heard.

"I appreciate that Blake." Fester's words were genuine. He walked over to a small bookshelf skimming the several rows of books until he found the one he was looking for, an old leather-bound journal who's pages were yellowed and torn with age. As he walked back over to the center of the group he carefully dusted the book off and opened it. "This was my father's. Or who I can only assume is my father's."

The page he had opened to was as torn and old as the rest, but what made it stand out was the distinct smears of blood on the page. Fester began reading the page out loud for everyone to hear. "Of all the things to happen to a nowhere town like this. Especially now with Serana due in less than a month. Undead are ravaging the town and I fear that the barricaded doors and windows won't hold out for long. I grow weak as we slowly run out of food."

Fester paused briefly as he skimmed to later in the page, the words seemed shaky as if forced out of the author. "The undead. They got in, I fought and fought as much as I could but I couldn't save her. Serana is dead. During the battle she had been bitten and it wasn't until after I fought off the last one that I found out. I ran over to her lying on the ground. 'Save the child' she said. 'Do it for me' she said. After she took her last breath before her un-death I cut her stomach open to fulfill her dying wish. To my dismay the child had already been grayed with the hands of death, yet he still cries as if he were alive." Fester turned the page and continued.

"I have to give the child up, what's left of the town thinks he's an abomination, much more I can't feed him. I'm sorry Serana, it's what's best for him. The caravan traveling by town today said that they would take him in and treat him as one of their own. The only thing I told them about him is his name, Fester. I will give them everything they need to take care of him, including this journal. However, I did not tell them what he was, but I think they'll know when they discover that he craves blood rather than milk." As Fester finished reading he closed the journal and glanced around at people's reaction.

Mica looks rather unphased. "Okay so you're a zombie, born not bitten." She shrugs. "And you thought this would make me reject you because......?" Fred clucks loudly.

Blake's mouth was closed but it was obvious his eyes were wide in shock. "Huh..." He only said in silence. "Well, I'll say only this. Once. Fester, you're basically a zombie, but half human and one of your powers are eating flesh to heal yourself. Is this right?"