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storm made a face.



" Yuck."



He declared. No more soap in his mouth. Icky.

"Yeah. I told you not to eat it. We'll just use it for washing, huh?"



Hunter went about stripping the both of them while the water heated up.

Storm splashed into the water, sloshing paint water about the place everywhere.





Naomi was staring at the walls.



Your dealing with this.



That was her decision on the matter as she noted they were smart enough to leave the nursery/her room alone. With that, she went outside into the snow. THANK GODS!!!!! The paint smell finally had left the air, and it was FRESH and clean and.......



I smell horses.



She frowned to Hunter mentally. What the hell?

It's the middle of April. They migrate this time of year.



Hunter would dress the kid up any everything before walking out.



"Mew... fix it."



There. Dealt with.

.... Or they are half men half horses and they are riding up to the house, looking rather pissed...



She offered, standing there, staring at them in her nightgown. Great.



" What?"



She asked, just waiting. She'd been planning to go back inside, her toes were blue.





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Hunter was fully dressed. He was wearing jeans and his normal sweater deal, pushed up to the elbows. He sighed as he came to the door.



Centaurs. They are called centaurs.



He just waited, though. He figured that her question pretty much covered it.

I am versed in mythology, thanks. I just happen to be struggling at the time to pin which animal half they had until afterwords...



She commented dryly, looking rather startled to be lifted up by one of them. You know, these bastards were pretty freaking strong.



" She looks like the one..."



Naomi growled, shifting and swung herself about getting herself free and landing on one of there's back. Said man looked pissed. Centaurs hate that....



" I'm no one's, one."



She hissed, ducking another's arms. She wasn't a small person, but she looked tiny compared to these guys. Shoot, Hunter looked small in comparison.

"Except my one."



Hunter snatched her.



"What do you want coming up into my neck of the woods?"

Naomi snuggled to Hunter, eyes roaming the centaurs that stomped.



" She's the one that needs to come with us. We were told to locate the goddess in the north that would help our tribe. She looks like the one shown."





Naomi's expression flat lined. Seriously?

"Oh. That's exciting."



Hunter looked at Naomi.



Wanna go on an adventure?

" You gonna pack the kids?"



She asked drying, and instantly she was lifted back up.



" WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?!?!?!"



She hissed, smacking at the huge hand holding her.



" You have kids?"



They asked suspiciously.



" Yes, three boys and a little girl."



And with that Naomi was dropped on her head.



" The one we look for is only suppose to have boys."



Naomi growled as she was starting to get pissed, brushing the snow off herself.



" she's adopted, buttfaces."



The men stopped in their leaving, and then she was lifted right back up again. Hunter, she was gonna kill them in a minute if this didn't stop.



" You Are the one!! Let's go!!!!"

"Hey. Put her down. She's not wearing sufficient clothing to go anywhere."



It would be an opportunity to get away from Max.

Naomi wiggled and swung and smacked and... well, a couple had a few random broken bones, but nothing too major. Either way, Naomi was now in Hunter's arms and the male centaur nodded.



" She needs to hurry. Our people will not be able to wait long for her hands."



naomi grumbled something as she went inside to get dressed.





" Mewwwwwww."



she growled, looking over at the man that was repainting the walls.



" Your coming."



-Stomp off into Hunter's room.-

Hunter followed after her.



What?! You're taking him and not me?!



It was his idea!

naomi would come back out in a winter dress, hair in sexy tousled fashion about her face as she considered Hunter.



Your coming too, brilliant genius. I am also bringing my kids. Max can stay here and finish painting.



She replied, packing the kids things.

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Let's make Mew carry the bag.



That was Hunter's conclusion.

Nope.



She replied simply, casually slipping on the backpack with baby clothing as she slid on gear on Mew, not giving the man much choice as he was soon fitted with four children.



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Naomi was looking rather small in comparison to her backpack, too. Kind of impressive.





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Hunter considered her.



What are you taking?



Just curious as he walked along with naught but his outfit.

Spare clothing for the kids, and diapers, and I don't think anything else.



She offered, punching the centaur that picked her up the moment the door opened. He looked displeased with this, but didn't do anything to her as he lifted up Mew and Hunter also.



They gotta ride on the way...





To Brazil?

Hunter was rather casual about the whole being carried thing. Well... to a certain point.



"You're kind of squishing me. I like having bloodflow to my feet, thanks."

With this comment, hunter would be riding on a different Centaur now. Naomi would be riding by herself by the time they all got there. All of them would arrive in a virus infested centaur camp. They were wounded, bleeding, and dying. Naomi would be placed on the ground now.



" Help."



They asked and instructed at the same time.

Hunter glanced around.



"Oh wow... This is bad."

Naomi looked about as she was placed on the ground.



" pray."



Was all she offered as she glanced up to her mate and Mew alike as she vanished into the masses. She helped people. She was that sort of person. She would feel productive for the first time in a bit... and completely worthless as she watched people die.

Hunter went after Naomi to help her, to be her assistant.



Mew, meanwhile, took her literally. He was not only praying, but he was teaching Storm and Roselyn how to pray too.

Yeah, it helped. Believe it or not, that praying helped. Just as Hunter was helping her now. Her hands seemed more sure then she was as she patched, up, taped, glued, ect.



" What happened?"



She asked, covered in blood from chin to shins.

"It looks like a mutation on a virus. It happens sometimes. Happened a few years ago with the humans - remember the Swine Flu? And then it happened during the Dark Age with vampires. These little mutations take out vast populations, especially if there is a war going on."

Naomi shook her head, leaving the basic birthing to Hunter as she darted off to tend another.

Hunter would do so. It was not as easy as human birthing. They had so many limbs, it was easy to get them tangled... And you had to let them hit the ground or you'd have to surgically remove the sac. But on the same hand, you didn't want to let them fall on their heads.

naomi would return hours and hours later, looking over hunter.



I can't.... There is so much... Hunter...



She looked hopeless now. There were so many she'd helped, but so many more she'd just gotten to, too late.

Hunter held out his hands to her.



You have already done so much. You have saved so many... There is a reason that a plague is a deadly wish.

Naomi shook her head, shaking.



I'm so tired...



She complained, leaning and kissing Hunter, fangs sinking into his shoulder, desperate.

Hunter picked her up, supporting her and letting her feed. He carried her back to where the others were camped out.



It's okay. Rest.

Naomi protested, but fell out anyway, flith covered and all. The babies would finally settle, being allowed to get food. Storm freaked a tiny bit, afraid there would be none left for him. This wasn't a real issue though, and he would get his turn with Roselyn less then ten minutes later, Ryder and Phoenix both crashed now.





The male that had sought them out looked down at Naomi, frowning.



" She is goddess, and still needs rest?"

Hunter looked up at the male, speaking in a rush of blazing fast Portuguese, Brazilian accent and everything..



"She is still a person, not a tool of miracle. Aide. She is doing what she can to help your people even though she is not to bound to do anything. Gratefuless will go much further than criticism."

The man nodded, glancing over the woman curiously.



" it is said she would take one of our people as her's in her visit... It has everyone on edge for different reasons."



Some hopeful, some fearful.

Hunter glanced over at Naomi.



Do you have a secret desire for a pony that I need to know about?

Silence. Hunter, she was spent, dead to the world right now. Actually, her body was fighting not to contract one of these mutated forms of virus. It was changing quickly, the only reason she stood a chance right now was her quick immune system. Let's all be glad she'd gotten it first. Hunter would already be dead, and the babies wouldn't have even had the chance to cry. They were getting mom's virus fighting antibodies, too...



Hunter would likely start feeling like crap in another 4-5 hours. Mew would be the last to catch it a day later.

Hunter just pet at her head.



"Do you have a place for us to stay?"



Poor thing.

The man nodded.



" We have few houses, but there is a room with my wife and son, not far from here. "



He offered, moving to pick up Naomi. Now she woke and lashed out. Yeah, mess with a fatigued baby vampire, bad move, dumbass.