Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
Attention! I will start every chapter with a quote and whoever perspective it is in! Also, the quotes may or may not relate to the chapter. Two quotes this chapter! The ending was rushed because I had something to do.
Chapter 5 - Griffin
"If you don’t like reading, you aren’t doing it right." - Kara/DemonGoddess
"We've worked wonders to get here, and we won't panic now. If we're right, there won't be anything to worry about. If we're wrong, we deal with it, as we always do." -Anthony Lockwood
"So, what your telling me Nat, is that we have these powers and that this is a completely different world then the one we grew up in?" I asked her while examining my other eye that wasn't like a gemstone. It was a pitch black with a slight rim of blood red on the outside.
"Exactly Griffin." she responded, her eye a sapphire blue and seemed like a snakes pupil.
She was staring at me, her head cocked like a curious puppy. Her arm was resting at her sides, the other lightly holding onto the other. More of her weight was distributed on her left leg, giving away that she was trying to act like she wasn't nervous.
"What?" I asked her, smiling slightly.
Blushing till she was a tomato red, she responded. "O-oh, um, ah, I-I was just looking at you, is all. You look like a wolf but your eye... it conflicts with what Mark said. I wonder why. Any who, we should head to the pub, where ever that is. Although, I do hear Grams voice a mile or two away. She seems to be worried about things like me and you."
"Hmm, odd." I mumbled and turned around. But why could Nat here things, like distinct voices, from miles away? I would need to find that out as well.
I hadn't noticed the mirror before but now, now it stood in front of me.
I get why she was looking at me.
The tattoo of fur was covering my jaw and I could see tufts of it on my hand, while some disappeared behind my sweatshirt. I flung off my shoes, curious as to wether or not there was a tattoo on my feet. There was a tattoo too but it wasn't fur. It looked like chitin.
The tattoos looked so real but... what was so special about them? I mean, yeah, they became real but what if you had the power of rotten eggs? Would you just spew them around until the stench coated the noses of those who opposed you?
Mine seemed powerful and Nat's...she radiated power. It was coming off of her like she was the moving storm and those around her, the victims. I wanted to cower in her presence but a little voice in my head told me that my power was equal to hers. That she was nothing to be scared of. But the two of us working together, that was something to be feared.
She was looking at her hands now, squinting her eyes again.
"Why are you squinting so much?" I asked her while my nose began to burn from the stench of sweat and burnt meat.
"Aren't the colors all so bright to you? The blues more blue and the white more white? So on and so forth? And the pulses of a persons blood? Aren't they too loud? Isn't all of the noise here too loud for you, making you want to rip your own ear drums out? Can't you tell if a person is going to be sick or that someone is in desperate need of a shower? Can't you tell?" she told me franticly, giving up the admiration of her tattoos and covering her ears with her hands.
Her hands, like her face, had scales on them too. Pain was clearly present but then the door to the room was ripped open, the voice of a girl about our age piercing through the room. Nat covered her ears even more, the pain getting worse.
A girl and boy stood in front of us, both with long legs and dazzling, jolly-rancher blue eyes. Well, one of their eyes anyways. The girls one eye was a mix of gold and ruby red, swirling around like ink in water. The boys other eye, that was a coral orange.
The girl stood in front of use, her tattoo a crown of roses that were tinted with gold. The vines and roses could also be seen along her arms which were bare. The boy, he was a different case. A starfish covered his right eye, as if he was dog with that single spotted-eye.
The rose girl screamed at the top of her lungs which made Nat scream at the top of her lungs. The boy and girl both froze then, shock in their eyes.
"I-Is she...okay?" the girl asked me while she slowly walked over to Nat.
In response, Nat franticly shook her head.
"Why? Wh-" the boy began but Nat interrupted.
"SHUT. UP." she had screamed at the stranger, the girl slowly walked over and put her hands over Nat's.
Her eyes glassed over and I could see her muscles become less tense. I could physical see her whole body relax, her mind becoming tranquil.
She sat there for a few minutes, focusing her senses and getting a grip on what just happened.
Standing up, she steady herself but fell right back down.
"Um, the names Jasmane. Jasmane Wulfer but most just call me J. This is my brother Sulman. Most call him Sully." J said, holding out her hand while Sully weakly waved in the background.
"Claric Griffin. The lovely lady behind me is Nayleth Drequinn." I told them, helping Nat up.
"Drequinn, Griffin. The daughter of the only human and meta couple, along with the son of the soldiers who left their son." Sully said while flipping through a large book. This book contained hundreds upon thousands of drawings, all of tattoos. Details that related to the tattoo covered the book and colors covered the drawings. Sully began to draw in Nat's tattoos and mine. He labeled both pages before closing the book.
"Tavern?" J said, all of us knowing what she meant.
Me and Nat slowly nodded our heads, knowing that these were the roommates Mark was talking about. But we both looked at one another, freaked out at the fact that they knew our backgrounds.
We walked along the cobble road, our shoes pounding the pavement. Sully had his head stuck in a huge, think leather book, the one that he had written mine and Nat's name in. J was humming quietly while Nat was her thumbs, her eyes showing that she was thinking.
Nat came up to me a bit after walking, curious about my parents. I told her I never knew them and that I wish I had. She nodded her head in sympathy, telling me that she was closest to her father. Her mother wasn't as understanding about her, compared to her father anyways.
Shops scattered the long street, some selling weapons and others, charms. One shop, the sign reading Wren's Wriggling Wonders. J told us that that was the place for our familiars. Where we get the needed necessity's.
Another thing I would need to know more about.
Simultaneously, we all stopped. In front of us sat a rustic pub. The sign read Scales and Hail, a hail storm painted on the sign. The hail was in the shape of scales.
"So, ready?" J asked, her voice holding a note of joy.
"Go big or go home?" Nat said softly while opening the door.
Here we go. I thought and was engulfed by the smell of ale, sweat and the feeling of pure joy.
Thank you @Saentiel and @DemonGoddess for the quotes!