Thread: All Hail the High Queen! (FoxWriter/Uminator)

Aaron wasn't nearly as skeptical as he wanted to be. He had known for years that something was, odd, about Natalia. The tools at hand, the way she healed him after every ass kicking. Healing broken bones in weeks instead of months, fractures in days instead of weeks. Sometimes hours. No he wasn't all that surprised, he just didn't want these strange people taking advantage of Cleo. Yes, they might be telling the truth, they could also be trying to take advantage of her and he would be making sure that nothing and no one hurt his best and only friend. These people where not fooling him, dangling stories of her birth mother like a carrot to manipulate Cleo into doing what they wanted. His own parents had often done the same, they had been a lot more sly and subtle than these people where. I'm sorry Natalia. Everyone else is gone. Neema whispered, examining Aaron, pleased with the way he was protecting Cleo. He had a warriors spirit. Maybe they could train him to be her personal bodyguard? He would be a very fitting person for the job, as well as First Husband or even Favorite. That would all be up to Cleo of course but it was something to suggest later. She had to admit, she hadn't realized humans could fake the information they put on their internet and made a mental note to inform the Collectives just in case it hadn't already figured that out. She never even thought to wonder how the human and the human raised would react to her 'natural' form. She was a little annoyed that her human clothes where ruined though. She'd forgotten she wasn't wearing her special suit, that had opening flaps for her extra extremities when she decided to let them out. She stayed well out of the way while the women fussed over Aaron and watched the odd breathing device working it's magic. Aaron was too freaked out to care what was happeing, all he knew was that woman was a monster and that he couldn't breath. Asthma? Neema asked, looking curious, looking at Drixel. mark that down. This is clearly a very serious ailment. We will need to keep this in mind when we start dealing with humans. she admitted. C-correct? Aaron finally managed to wheeze, not sure if that was something he could trust. How he could trust any of this!? That woman was standing there, sharp and deadly as if it was the most natural thing in the world and he seamed to be the only person in the house who seamed to understand how... how Wrong that was! He couldn't bring himself to recoil away from Nattie though. Nattie who had taken him in and fed him and healed him and id everything for him. She had put funny stuff in his food so he wouldn't be short and malformed and she had healed all his hurts and pains and had held him when he cried and helped him use his Nebulizer when he had attacks in the night and had been the one to diagnose him with Asthma in the first place. Nattie who had praised his impressive grades, Nattie who was his mother in all ways but blood and living arrangements. ...i understand. Aaron whispered, finally looking at her, trusting her. okay... will it hurt? he sounded so young, frightened, terrified even. Everything was wrong, everything was backwards, everything was a disaster, but he trusted her to make everything okay the way she always did. He relaxed, laying on his back and closed his eyes, letting her do what she wanted while Neema tried to patch her destroyed shirt back together enough to hide her breasts. She understood from her research that nudity was not typically accepted by Human American Culture. She didn't bother to protest, healing this human boy would make Cleo happy, and the young High Queens happiness was the most important. Drixel. Once the human male has had his lungs fixed, I want you to give him an exam. He appears to be emaciated. she said, looking a little bothered by that. Children where precious, harming one was an immediate death sentence. Striking one, starving one, neglecting, harming or terrorizing a child in any way was enough to see your head rolling across the floor. Not even a High King or queen was exempt from this law, as had been proven before when a previous High King was put to death for slapping one of his daughters across the face hard enough to break her jaw when she 'dared' to ask for something to eat. The High King was put to death, as where all of his wives and husbands but three when it became evident they had known and done nothing. So Neema was clearly distressed at the idea of Aaron, a child, being starved.