The Cannibal and the Ghost

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 The Cannibal and the Ghost 
Written by Isis The Masked Dragon
"Hate me not for what I've done. I wasn't born this way."
I didn't want to be the cause of this.
I never meant to put him in this situation again.
I-I can't leave him like this but there isn't anything I can do.
What can I do? What can a Ghost do for a Cannibal?
I. Six days before: Why not eat others?
"Why would you not want to eat others? I mean it's just doing the world a service. It's an added bonus of the profession." The Cannibal said. He was an interesting looking individual with an interesting name. The Cannibal is a tall and rail thin silver grey IceWing. His eyes are a bright fire blue, a departure from the black of normal IceWing eyes. Around his throat is a shackle collar made of dark metal. A single thin black chain hangs from the end of it. He has similar shackle cuffs around his wrists, though without any chains. There isn't a scar or mark on his body. He has either never seen any violence or is a dangerously skilled combatant. The Cannibal's teeth are another oddity. They are normal in almost every sense save that the front two canines are longer than others of his tribe. He can still close his mouth, but the pointed ends poke out from the edges of his jaws like some saber-toothed tiger. "There's nothing bad about it. You won't get sick or anything. That's a myth." The Cannibal, Smidvarg said. "Of course, you don't really seem like you're going to be eating anything for the foreseeable future."
"Yeah... I suppose. As a bounty hunter you'd have ample access to victims." The Ghost said. He's not as interesting to look at as Smidvarg the Cannibal. His scales are warm sandy orange color. His horns, spines, main and tail tip are all black and he has black speckling across his face and neck and his underbelly the same black color as his horns. The webs of his wings are also black. He was a SandWing/NightWing hybrid, but more similar to a NightWing in size and musculature. His eyes were a piercing dark stormy grey color. Across his left eye is a long clawmark scar. Around his shoulders is a black cloak made from raven's feathers and on his left arm is a gold armband. At least this is how he looked in life. Nowadays The Ghost, Darkthought appears far shabbier. His scales are more washed out and looking, and when he touched something or moved too fast, his entire body shimmered and became a transparent green before returning to normal. "It doesn't really explain your actions though."
Smidvarg shrugged. "What's there to explain? A long time ago I was in a tough situation, and I... made a choice. In the end it ended up being the right choice and it put me on the path I'm on now."
"What kind of path?" 
"Stick with me and you'll find out pretty soon."
"I guess I will."
"Its all about checks and balances. I keep you from doing anything to heinous and you get a new companion."
"I don't want a companion, and I certainly don't want anyone to tell me what to do or try to control me." Smidvarg said. Darkthought shook his head. 
"You misunderstand my intentions. The last thing I want is to try and control you. Trust me." A dark looked crossed the ghost's face. " I know what it's like to have someone dictate your actions. Nobody should ever have that happen to them."
"Hmmm. There's a backstory to this I'm guessing?"
"Nothing worth sharing. Nor remembering, not that I can." Smidvarg had quite a few questions but He still wasn't 100% sure he wasn't just losing his mind. So he decided to go along with it. He could ask his questions later. 
"What if I agree then what?"
II. Five days before: What did he do?
Where has my motivation gone?
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