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Mum?

[Somehow Merida's locket has jarred itself open when she hopped off of Angus, coming out from its resting place beneath her dress. Coming towards her is a beautiful woman, storming along the path in front of them, dress in her hands and a stern look on her face. Angus whickers in anxiety, prancing back and nudging his nose against Merida's head as though to tell her something but she's not paying attention to her faithful horse. She hasn't seen her mum in over a month, and the scene replaying out in front of her is too familiar.]

You embarrassed them, Merida. You embarrassed me.

You...I...mum...

[She seems to be stuck on words to say, as Angus bites his teeth down on her locket chain and pulls her back with it, tearing it off and causing it to fall to the side. The angle is haphazard now, but the view still the same. Merida visibly shrinks against him as Elinor comes to a stop a few feet from her, gesturing wildly and the expression on her face only becoming angrier.]

Turnin' me into a bear? What were you thinkin', lass? All I've ever done has been for you, Merida.

I know that...mum, I know that now, just...please, listen to me...

[Elinor shifts suddenly, her entire form lowering itself down to the ground as black fur sprouts over her body, snarls coming from her mouth that's now a bear's snout. She snarls, hackles raising and Angus scampers as she stalks forward, causing Merida to fall back now that she hasn't her horse to lean against. She scrambles out of sight of the locket, and the bear towers over her, roaring as she screams.]

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[Lancer's hearing had been well beyond the capacity of good, but even for him, Merida's scream had been somewhat distant, so it wasn't something he could easily pinpoint. Opening his palm, he drew up the Berkano rune, which spun in the shape of a bit of stone, flying in Merida's direction. He followed it, the stone landing with a skip in front of her, bouncing a time or two before stopping.

In the next moment, Lancer was there, looking as if he lacked any energy at all. Rather than looking heroic, he just managed to look tired and irritable.]

Ahh... A little slow. My own pride's bound to be tarnished, bein' this late.

[His voice startles her, the dropping of the stone making her turn her head to look at it before blue eyes glazed in terror glance over to him. Merida's breathing is heavy, the bear towering over her shifting form again, becoming bigger, more feral. Weapons ride the muscles of its back, embedded in its body, fur in patches. One eye is gone, a scar running over the curve, and she looks back at it in terror, raising her arms to cover her face as another scream tears itself from her throat.]

[The damned dogs, again. With a snarl, Lancer turned his hand over and brought his cursed spear out into the air, a bolt of red swinging through the air as he swung to try and cut through the illusion of the bear to strike down the first dog creating it. He had dealt with them over and over, attempting to deliver his own set of remains from the champions to a proper burial.

The problem with that laid in his own fears. Each pass at those dogs drove him closer into his own fear, making him less and less stable.]

Damned things... Stand up proper, young lady.

[Yet, despite the strength in his arm, Lancer looked out of breath. At that, he was roughly in the same state of mind as Merida.]

[A small noise comes from her as she scrambles out of his way, backing into Angus' legs, feeling him nuzzle the side of her face. It's something that comforts her, shakes her out of her fear long enough to stand shakily, wrapping her arm around his neck. The bones in Angus' saddlebags rattle with his anxious prancing, but he stays still for her, warm air ghosting from his nostrils over the back of her neck.]

Cu...Cu Chulainn, what is it?

[It takes Merida a moment to get her voice working, fingers wrenching themselves in Angus' thick mane. It couldn't possibly be her mother, that was impossible. The Black Shuck and Morla both had said it themselves.]

Stop your shaking. [His charm lost, Lancer found himself having a tough time keeping his tone in check. Something about that last illusion bothered him personally.] Mothers don't say those sort of things to their children. It's nothin' more than hot air from a mean spirit, alright?

[Merida's question seemed to pass from one ear to another. He could scarcely answer. The knight regarded the darkened parts of the forest with loathing, more of the dogs coming out in the distance. Not all far from them, their illusions were beginning to come back with fervor, despite Lancer having struck one of them down.]

Forget the bear. It won't stand a chance, alright? Just don't let yourself get flanked, Princess.

[But she did, she thinks to herself, unable to keep from wincing a little at his tone. She was sure that Elinor had said something along those lines to her in bear form, though she didn't speak bear. The look she had given her in the ruins of the witch's cottage had screamed disappointment.]

A-aye. Nothin' more than hot air.

[The dogs approaching them startles her, making her draw her sword, though she feels little more than useless right now. The air shifted around them, illusions settling into place of the clansmen, the ones that had watched her best their young lords and shook their head in disgust. Angus' whinny makes her shake her head as his presence snaps her out of it, steadying her breathing and trying not to panic.

Now that she knew they weren't real, her resolve steeled, fingers gripping around the pommel of her sword as the illusion of the clansmen disappeared, leaving the dogs.]

Don't worry about me. [Merida closed her eyes, trying to block the image from her mind before she opened them again, knuckles turning white in her grip.] It's not my mother. She's not here, nor is Mor'du.

[The draw of the dogs had stolen Lancer's attention momentarily. Their numbers were increasing and with them came even darker illusions. With a scowl, Lancer turned his hand over and with a gale, he blew a number of them away with his spear. Magical bodies were best fought with magical weapons, after all.

Despite the fact that he worse the appearance of someone without a bit of fear in him, that had been the opposite fact. Few things terrified the Hound, but they were definitely vast in their own right. Above all else, his fears were among the worst in his eyes.]

Aye. The illusions are just a distraction. So, it wouldn't do to dismiss 'em.

[He opened his mouth to speak, but at that--his own fear caught up with him. The dogs closed in, under cover of the spells they wove. From the forest and among the crowd of Merida's clansmen, came a young man--covered in blood. His body hissed with steam accompanied by a network of throbbing red veins running along his frame, akin to a spider's web.]

...Better yet, no. We ought to run, Princess. It ain't a good time. [As Merida stepped up, the Hound fell back. If ever there was a moment of hesitation in him, it was in that moment.]

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