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Ru'in Ongewenste
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#1


The man was no stranger to snow. He'd been born in the freezing heart of winter after all and raised in the Basin, a land of permanent winter (or so it had seemed). Walls of ice, a palace of frozen glass, and a chill that never seemed to leave his bones.

But then again perhaps that chill was something he was born with.

With a snarl on his lips the man shifted. It was an inelegant process going from human to elephant, but the man hardly cared. There was no one around and even if there was, their eyes would not be upon him, monstrous creature that he was. Plowing the snow away from his humble home was easy with a trunk and legs like cement columns. Not a lot of snow fell within the Woodlands thanks to the thick canopy of trees, but he needed to make sure that what little condensation did accumulate was taken care of, lest it freeze in the spaces between the stonework of his walls and expand when the weather warmed.

Shifting back into his own body was an even less savory process. Stumbling awkwardly the man caught himself against a tree, grabbing at the collar of his shirt and yanking it back into position with a silent grimace. Stalking forward though moving as if perhaps he was slightly drunk (he wasn't though, but balance and coordination had always eluded him), the man went to study the seal around his door to ensure that it was air-tight. His fingers moved along the stones with a shocking amount of care, bi-coloured eyes searching the depths where the rocks butted against each other for any sign that structural damage was to come.

He saw none of course.

The man was a craftsman when it came to stone, if nothing else.

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#2
Phoebe was no stranger to this sort of weather. Winter came and went every year in Northwind and one simply learned to cope. Besides, in the winter, there were still things to be done that one could only accomplish in the dead cold of the season. Mostly barks and roots, things that were hardy and could survive such drastic temperatures, but they still had uses. That was what Phoebe was out in the woodlands doing, scavenging for supplies that could help her practice. And maybe Remi too if she saw something she thought he could make use of. It was the least she could do for all his help!

The last thing Phoebe expected to see out here though were other people. It was cold and damp and generally unpleasant. Even with her coat and boots she felt a bit chilled. Gloves. She needed to make herself some gloves. Perhaps a hat too, though her thick hair was coming in handy keeping her head warm for the time being. But as she rounded a bend she stopped in surprise to find a man inspecting a home out in the middle of the woods. How…odd. She certainly didn’t recognize him. It made her wonder if he was okay…and despite how stupid it was for her to do so, she decided to check.

”Hello, sir! I didn’t expect to see anyone else out here today!” she said brightly, with her signature pretty smile. Her cheeks and nose were red with cold, but she looked as pleased as could be.
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The bright sound of Phoebe's voice wafted over the man's shoulder. Immediately his face hardened into an impassive stare as he glared at the stones in front of him. Listening he heard that the crunch of the woman's approach had stopped, and if his guess was right, she was probably standing right behind him.

Nostrils twitching with a slight snarl, the man turned slowly, feet making awkwardly tiny shuffles as he rotated in place. As he turned, he fixed the pretty healer with a flat and impassive stare, expecting her to flee once she got the full measure of him: the blocky mass that was his head, the short cropped hair because it didn't grow quite right, his mis-matched eyes that made many think he was blind, the extension scarring, the impressive jaw.

The woman hadn't really asked him a question, so he merely stared down at her, eyes blinking slowly.

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Surprisingly, Phoebe wasn’t terribly intimidated by him. She wasn’t sure why, perhaps it was his lumbering movement coupled with his size that reminded him of her father and brother, but she felt perfectly at ease, even as he glared down at her. Her father had been a rather cantankerous man, so she knew better than to take it at face value. Her head tilted up slightly to hold his gaze as she smiled up at him. His eyes were rather mesmerizing to look at. She had seen heterochromia before, but it was particularly striking on his face. ”Your eyes are very unique.” she complimented with a smile.

When he didn’t say anything, she was confused. Was he mute? It was possible. But…then she realized she had more made a statement than anything. Perhaps he was the quiet sort too. ”What are you doing all the way out here?” she asked, to expand upon her previous exclamation of surprise. The man didn’t seem hurt, so that was good. Did he just not like living around people. ”My name is Phoebe, by the way. What’s yours?”
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The man's lip twitched in a feral sort of gesture as she mentioned his eyes. She was mocking him. Only his twin liked the way his eyes looked, she and perhaps one other. To everyone else it was simply another unnerving quality about him. But then she hadn't said she liked them, had she? No. She'd said they were unique.

And unique was just another word for not normal. Just like the rest of him.

His snarl increased slightly.

Raising a brow as she asked what he was doing, the lumbering man merely grunted and looked over his shoulder. He was standing in front of a fucking house, was he not? Clearing snow, inspecting the stones? Again he looked back at her, impassivity writ on his large features.

Inhaling as she asked his name, the man licked his teeth slightly from behind his lips, exhaling in a garbled sort of grunt. "Ru'in." He said at last with a voice that sounded low and might have been beautiful if not for the way the edges of the word were clipped and mangled as they came out of his mouth. Even so, the word was clear enough.

Ru'in.

Ruin.

The thing that I am.

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#6
Well the snarl was unexpected and her expression faltered slightly. ”I am sorry if I upset you, I didn’t intend to.” she said sincerely, not really sure where she had miss-stepped. Of course, she couldn’t know that he had taken her comment as an insult rather than the compliment she had intended it to be. All she could do is get when she could out of his stormy expression and hope she was interpreting it correctly.

The young midwife looked over his shoulder at the building behind him. Okay…so…he was doing something with the building? ”Did you build that all on your own? It’s really nice!” she said, chippering back up. Maybe if she said a bit about herself, he would feel more comfortable speaking to her? It was worth a try. ”My father was a stonemason. He always said the most finicky things to build were doorways and staircases.” They held the most weight and one small mistake could collapse the whole structure.

Ruin. A unique name for a unique person. Everything about him was a bit different, but she didn’t think that was a bad thing! Being unique was special, far superior to her plain Jane-ness. ”It is good to meet you Ru’in. Do you live out here by yourself? Why not in town?” she said in her friendly manner. He might think her judgmental but everything in her tone and disposition would say otherwise.
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Her apology drew no change from the stone-faced man. Instead he merely blinked slowly down at her, his expression and gaze so motionless and without animation that had he not just spoken, one might have assumed he was both mute and deaf.

At the mention of his home Ru'in's eyes narrowed a fraction and he turned his head childishly over his shoulder as if needing to visualize the thing she'd just referenced. Turning back, he nodded ever so slightly to affirmation that yes, he had built it all on his own, though he didn't appreciate her chipper tone, which he interpreted merely as being condescending. All on his own? Of course. As if he didn't look capable of such. However at the mention of doorways and staircases, the man grunted in agreement. "Dohm ruffs toh." He said through thick lips. Dome roofs too.

Town? Ru'in grunted with displeasure. "Noh." He replied unhelpfully. No town. No people. "Lihv hehr." He motioned simply, pointing behind himself and then crossing his arms.

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Hmm. Well. Partial success? He didn’t seem to register her apology, which…well she was going to take it to mean he was already over it. She had no reason to think otherwise after all.

Phoebe was genuinely impressed that he had built the house all on his own. Sure, it was commonplace enough for strong men like him to be able to do so, but it was far beyond her ability. So to her it was amazing. It did take her a second to understand what he had said, but once she did she smiled at him. ”Oh yes! My father built one once then swore them off. You have to balance all the stones, and it is all held by the one at the very top, right?” she said, glad she seemed to find some topic he was willing to discuss. Why did she care? Still deciding. Jury would be back on that eventually certainly. ”Is that how you make your living then, masonry?” she asked curiously.

Well…yes they had established he lived there. ”So you never go into town at all? Why?” she asked.
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He nodded. "Keeyh stohn." Ru'in said knowledgeably. However her next question made him purse his lips and tilt his head slightly in confusion. "Mahke Lihving?" He repeated, though as the words left his lips they sounded as if they had more syllables and cotton between the letters. "Mahke...houhss." Ru'in added skeptically. He didn't make a living. He was living obviously. What he made were houses. Or at least a house.

"Why gho?" He mumbled, lip curling upwards as he pointed to the lands around them. "Fhood hehre. Houhss hehre." All that was found in town were people with their judgmental eyes and hushed voices. Ever since his twin Romina had gone off with their aunt to live some fairy tale life and left him behind the man had been on his own. He'd only let her—and one other—into his life. And now both were gone.

Alone was better.

Alone was ruin.

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He seemed confused by what she meant about making a living. Though, Phoebe was starting to get a sense that he lived a very atypical life, based on their current location and his speech pattern. But she didn’t show any sign of frustration or judgement of it. Everyone had their challenges in life. Maybe his was speech. ”Yes, make a living as in working. What work do you do so you can trade for things you need?” she said, being more explicit about what she meant her tone still happy and ever patient.

Her head tilted a little to the side as he spoke more. ”So…you live out here by yourself and don’t go into town ever? Don’t you get lonely?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice. She liked her privacy and alone time as much as the next person but to exist entirely on one’s own…not only did it seem dangerous but it seemed like it would be maddening! ”Do you not have any family or friends?
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Ru'in snarled slightly. "Neehd nuhthing." He growled, crossing his massive arms and staring down at the blonde midwife.

"Nahhr." He replied with a definitive shake of his head, turning back towards his door. The woman's question about family or friends made the giant-man stop in his tracks, eyes narrowing upon the wooden frame as another snarl tugged at his lips.

I did once.

And now they are all dead.


A sound rumbled deep in Ru'in's throat. "Nahr." He barked, his voice holding an element of finality as he strode towards his door, opened it, and promptly slammed it closed behind him.

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Phoebe's shock was evident on her face. Need nothing? He needed nothing? That seemed a bit farfetched to her but...he did seem a capable sort. Big, strong, he obviously knew how to hunt and build structures out here on his own. He must make his clothes and other soft goods out of animal hides and such. She supposed she could rationalize how he might not need more...but did he not want more?

She frowned a little at his abruptness. He wasn't lonely. He had no family or friends. But before she could ask more he slammed the door closed. It made her sad. She didn't really know him obviously, but she thought it really had to be a melancholy life to live without...anyone to care about or to care about you. Quickly, Phoebe looked through her little basket, pulling some winter mint out. It was a pretty basic herb that someone who lived in the wilderness would certainly know and have use for. Using some twine she had for bundling her herbs, Phoebe tied a small bundle of it to his door handle for him to find when he came back out.

Even a little kindness could go a long way. "It was nice to meet you, Ru'in!" She called, before turning to leave.
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