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[ He will mock people, and he's a walking trigger warning. Please remember that. ]

[There's nothing worse than feeling exhausted with everything when your second instinct is that you need to keep moving. Get the hell away from everyone and everything for a while whilst you still can.

Unfortunatley for a certain young half-dragon woman this would be exactly what she's going through now. ]

...Crap.

[Yeah, there's no fighting it. She actually wants to settle down to sleep somewhere for a little while. Luckily there's a rather shabby barn around here that doesn't look like anyone's currently using it. Maybe she can grab a quick nap in there before she decides to move on again. Unzipping her hoodie she decides to use it as a pillow by folding it into shape and then snuggling up against a rather large looking pile of hay.] It's not the Hilton...but I guess it'll do.

In the chaos of Ultra's attack and in Charlotte's inexperience, she hadn't made it to the safehouse. Near as she could tell she was close to NYC, she could make it back. But she was shaking, breathing too hard, Baadollie clutched tightly to her chest. "Mo-Morgan?" Her voice trembled as she called out, sure the others hadn't been paying attention to her - it wasn't that they didn't care, but she was seen as being the responsibility of certain people. She knew Russell and John had stayed behind.

Not paying attention, she tripped over something - a foot - and she managed to not fall, but just sank to the ground, sniffling and yawning.

Creed was having a nice afternoon. Some fishing, some lounging around on the bank, some hanging out and doing nothing. The X-freaks had called him in for some wetwork and he'd earned this time off.

It's not the trip over his foot, or even the soft call that wakes him up. It's the smell of terror and child that makes him sit up. The little girl - god, she's what? Eleven maybe? - is crouched near him and she's sniffling. No, she can't cry. No, he can't take that.

Slowly, he moves more into the sun. "Easy darlin'." He whispers. He doesn't want to scare her. He wants her safe. She smells like Institution and that's never good for kids her age. "Easy there. My name's Victor. What's yours?" He can be utterly sane. It's what makes him so damned dangerous to others. But to this little girl? He'll be a goddamned savior.

Charlotte pulls away - only a fraction, pulling the doll closer, cheek pressed against it's head, she's too pale - it's not from fear. It's a paleness that only comes from never being out in the sunlight.

The man's voice, or how he talks at least, reminds her of Errol. He's been a prisoner too, but he's taken care of her, talked to her, protected her when he could. "Ch-charlotte." She sniffles again, her eyes are bright and wild - but she's not crying, just ducked down on herself. "I got lost."

Someone hurt this little girl and it made the beast rage. Creed swallows down the growl that threatens to break loose. He needs to take care of her, and get her somewhere safe... Then he'll find the people that hurt her and visit some hurt on them.

Where to put her though? Considering the kids at the mansion... no, he's not taking her there. They've got enough trouble and just can't handle a kid this broken. Look at all their fuck-ups with him.

But his cabin is close by. He can take her there. "What's your friend's name there, sweetheart?" It's obviously important to her. He just wants to get her to the cabin and out of the open. "Are you hungry?"

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The danger in being in the open is that Ultra could trace their teleport signatures. And they'd forced her to teleport in the Citadel. They knew her's. Some animal or another made a sound and she almost screamed, the sound strange and frightening to her. Running on instinct, she ducked next to hulking man next to her. "Baadollie." It's hard to hear it, but it could easily be a toddler's mispronunciation of 'baby doll'. She shook her head no, hair flying loose around her. "No." What she was, was tired.

Creed slowly rolls up to his feet and crouches next to the girl. He keeps his claws under control, and looks over her, sniffing the air. The fear and now exhaustion isn't abating at all.

"I'll protect you, darlin'. Wanna get out of here?" He asks, offering her his hand again. He'll pick her up and carry her. "Ain't no bad people gonna get past me." He'd kill them first. It's been a while since he'd ripped someone's guts out of their throat.

As he stands up, Charlotte watches, looking up. And up. He's so tall, and she shrunk down on herself. She's little see! Very small. It wasn't a plan, just a reaction. Be small, be compliant, and you won't get hurt.

She nodded, chin bobbing over the head of her doll. "Y-yes." She didn't even resist being picked up, tucking tightly against his shoulder. There's other scents attached to her - people she's around. The strongest, a pregnant woman, the second a man who ate too much bad junk food and very good Korean food were the strongest. Whoever had been taking care of her.

She's a light little thing, and he doesn't like it. Still, Creed tucks her close to his chest and takes a deep breath. No one else around them. He likes that a lot more. "Gonna run a bit, kiddo. Hold on tight."

There's a cabin within a couple miles from here. He's been staying there. He'll take her there and just make sure that she's safe and then figure out what to do with her.

Not the mansion. He needs to figure out somewhere else. Hell, maybe he'll keep her with him for a while. She won't be a burden and it's not like he needs to work ever again.

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