Buy Me a CoffeeShe was willing to die to save the world carrying her god within. The team, and the god, however, were not willing to let her fade so easily, but, when it was over, what was left would need a lot of healing for her to be fully restored, a lot of rest to regain what was lost, and she'll never be quite the same again. Once you have harbored divinity within, even when recovered, you never escape being changed.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04208-k190-sacrifice-of-the-willing -- Anon Guest
Wypacket didn't trust gods. They were far too pushy and didn't do anything unless the mortals begged nicely enough. As a Felida, he refused to beg. Begging was for dogs, not a noble creature like himself. His ancestors were once venerated by the hairless ape-people calling themselves yoominsor suchlike.
But he did like Aubine. She'd found him after the Carnival People had stolen him and done horrendous things to make him perform for entertainment. Or, more precisely, after their actions had taken too steep a toll and they'd thrown him away. She'd saved him from the brink of death, and treated him like a person. That was worth something. She was foolishly kind and generous enough to let a god ride her body so he was foolishly loyal enough to follow her into the pits of whatever hell this was and keep her safe.
He didn't know magic. He didn't trust gods. He had clever hands, fast feet, and sharp eyes that could spot any danger before the other two even bothered.
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