And Shake My Rattle Bone [Finished!]

[Bee]

The stag finally, slowly rolled over. He seemed to be in some kind of state of shock. Helena wondered, briefly, if he had slipped into some kind of catatonic state, and if his sweet little boyfriend would need comforting now that his lover was apparently in a persistent vegetable state. But sex was not important at the moment. No, what was important was the tiny lump of green fur and long ears. It looked flattened. The eyes are beady and glassy.

Dear goddess, it was dead. She had unknowingly assisted in the slaughter of a little baby. Probably the stag's bulk had squished the guts right out of it. Somewhere in the area were baby entrails.

Her eyes welled with tears. "I'm so sorry, sweetie." She picked up the little thing. It looked like it was from the Marsh, like her. It looked...rabbity. She looked imploringly at the otter. "We killed her. We're murderers! I don't even know your name, but we've killed a baby together."

[Greenie]

Saethre impatiently waited for him to roll over, then blinked down at the... dead bunny.

Seriously? All of that for a dead tiny rabbit? It wasn't even a Rabbit, it was just a rabbit. Hardly worth it. But apparently rapist thought it was, since she was touching it and cuddling it.. how delightful! What better way to spend an afternoon than crowing over a dead body?

Sae scooched over until she was in front of Helena and the rabbit, and made mostly-sad faces down at it. Aww, how cute. "Well," She started, "At least you don't know what my name is and we didn't make a baby together. That would be slightly more awkward, don't you think?" She giggled a bit, fully expecting that to happen to her at some point in her life.

"I'm Saethre. I kinda want to call you rapist though, it's probably more entertaining than whatever your real name is."

[Bee]

Likely it was. Helena was not a terribly interesting name. Helena. Hel. Helena Handbasket. A small parade of blah. She sniffed, and snuggled the rabbit close. Something about it looked...off. Other than the fact that it was dead. Holding it made her feel all tingly.

"I'm Helena," she said. "Feel free to call me whatever you like. Most people do." And it got a lot more unpleasant than Rapo and rapist, so she supposed life could be worse. She looked down at the baby bunny. She felt like she should give the little thing a name, too. She wasn't just an anonymous bit of roadkill, killed by an angry stag's fat arse; she had once been a thinking, living thing. Well, a squalling, nipple-sucking thing. She wasn't certain as to the exact cognitive skills of the average infant.

"And she, I guess, is Simcha."

[Greenie]

Saethre merely shrugged, already having forgotten whatever it was she'd say. "'Kay, rapist." Once Sae latched onto something such as a name, she tended to cling with whatever force she had remaining.

In this case: a lot.

The way rapey was continuing to hold the bunny was bordering on creepy, but who was Saethre to call judgement? She was a creep with webbing, which was almost worse than a creep with a dead bunny.. bu not really.

Especially when it was a named dead bunny. Sweet suits, woman. "Simcha? What kind of name is that? She should be called 'I got sat on by a fat pig', not Simcha. Geez." Saethre proclaimed indignantly. Simcha, psh.

The otter sighed and sat down where she was, having forgotten the stag already--he could have made faces right next to her and she wouldn't've noticed. "Whatcha gonna do with it?"

[Bee]

"I dunno," Helena said, staring down at the tiny dead face. She thought for a moment about giving it a proper burial, but it didn't seem appropriate to bury something that had not even gotten the chance to live yet. She nuzzled the little bunny. No, she wasn't putting it in the ground. She could almost hear it whimpering in protest.

"I think I'm going to keep it." She certainly couldn't toss Simcha aside. She would be lonely. Simcha needed her. Simcha wanted to be loved. Helena could sense it, and could sympathize. She just wanted to be loved, too. "I think we're going to be good friends." She put Simcha on top of her head. Stray bits of Hair looped around to hold her in place. It seemed like a good way to carry her new friend. She looked at the stag. "What are we gonna do with that guy?"

[Greenie]

Sae blinked, then shrugged. Nuzzling. Hmm. As long as she didn't eat it, it wasn't that bad. It made Sae want her own baby something, though she'd certainly prefer an alive one versus a dead one. Alive ones tended to respond a whole lot better, though it seemed as though rapist was doing a fine job imagining the dead bunny was reacting.

"Well, it will certainly make a nice.. ... whatever dead bunnies make?" She replied, then shrugged again. "Friends with whom, me or the dead one?" The otter asked with a wide, toothy grin. Maybe she could bite it, see if it scared rapey. Sounded like fun.. Except damn, she put it on her head and the weird hair problem she had going on was wrapping all around it. Alas!

Oh, right, fat baldy with sticks on his head. "Oh yeah. He's still here?" Saethre checked. Yep, still there. "I dunno. Ooh, let's tie his sticks to a tree!"

[Bee]

That sounded like a fantastic idea. Helena was not a particularly sadistic person (unless one would consider jumping people and having her way with them sadistic, which some people apparently did), but she felt like the stag should really suffer for all the trouble he had caused, what with trying to kill her and actually succeeding in murdering a harmless little infant. The Hair petted Simcha absently on the head. Oh yes. He was going to pay for what he had done.

"Yeah," she said, and then, with more confidence: "Yeah! And then we should beat him with branches and smother him with honey so the ants eat him and then we'll call his idiot boyfriend over to see how awful he looks and he'll be wretchedly distraught and then I'll finally get laid." This sounded like an excellent plan. "And then we can all go out for drinks."

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[Greenie]

Saethre was very enthusastic about the idea up until she had to go and mention getting laid, at which point the otter became a bit disgusted. "On second thought, if it means you get laid, I think we'll just leave him here. Ahoy, let's go!" She then grabbed Hel's arm and pulled at her, and began walking.

Within five seconds she stopped, frowned, and sat down. "On second thought, where the hell are we going anyways?" She asked. Sae was certainly not leading the way. They would probably end up at Seth's house, and bringing a dead rabbit and a crazy rapist into that house would just get questions asked, and Saethre liked to be as avoidant as possible when answering Seth's questions. It meant she got away with more.

She certainly couldn't bring her to Mommy Vessa's appartment, because anything involving "dead" and potentially "rape" was just asking to get lectured, yelled at and possibly kicked out, which would lead them back to option one: Seth's house, which was already not an option.

So she turned and stared at Helena, clearly expecting her to lead.

[Bee]

"We can go to my house," offered Helena cheerfully. "I can introduce you and Simcha to the family."

It was likely to make the day more interesting. Likely only Mom and Elyse and Iphis would be home, doing the things they did, and little Thalia would be running into doors repeatedly, wondering why she couldn't move from one room to another.

And there was a pretty good likelihood that Mom was kinda drunk or kinda stoned or busy laughing at Thalia and not really wanting to be social, in which case she would get really nasty and probably yell at them all until they cried and ran away. Or she would poison them. That seemed probable too. Mom was rarely in a good mood.

The house was in a...less than reputable part of town, but after taking down a stag, Helena didn't doubt that Sae could handle herself.