No pity for your folly (Kit)

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[attr="class","next"] Kit often found himself in the woods. Normally he was instructing the villagers on what to collect: firewood, kindling, herbs, but today was different. He wanted to be alone for a little while. To think about everything that had happened recently. He couldn’t get his mind off of Clarissa, but at the same time, he always found himself worrying after Wendy, and even worse, there was a part of him that felt like it was missing. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something in this world that didn’t settle right.

Shaking his head, his dark red hair fell into a mess. He wasn’t as put together as he normally tried to be. Suddenly a voice brought him out of his thoughts. It was one that he recognized, but hadn’t heard in quite some time. Lupin Woodsly, the very man who had chosen to live his life in the woods as opposed to the village — although, Kit couldn’t begin to understand why. There was nothing out here…just an emptiness. “I often take walks during this time of the day.” Kit said, taking a few more steps forward into the wood to get a better look at the man. The sun was beginning to set, but his view was still clear.

“Mr. Woodsly?” Kit asked as he approached. There was red on the man’s sleeve and instantly he assumed the worst, “Do you need medical attention? We should go to the village immediately and get you seen by a doctor.” He said, nodding toward the direction from where he had just come.

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[attr="class","next"] “It helps to clear my head,” Kit returned, his scrutinizing eyes on the man’s cheek now as he gestured to where the blood was coming from. It was not pleasant for him to deal with injuries, but it was something that he learned to live with. Furrowing his brow, he took another tentative step forward. He did not have the best track record with Lupin Woodsly — they often failed to see eye to eye, so running into him in the forest was not the best of luck.

The man took a hunched step away from him and immediately Kit stopped his advance. The worst thing he could do was agitate an already agitated being.

“Herbs and such won’t do enough for something that looks as if it might require stitches.” Kit returned. He would never understand why this man had decided that living in the woods by himself was more amenable than being with the rest of the residents of Wonderland. “I was just saying that sometimes I like to walk through the woods. Although, I would never, myself, want to live here.”

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WHAT'S IT GONNA BE

[attr="class","next"] “No one in the village is hunting your wolves.” Kit countered. He couldn’t understand why the man wanted to live alone. He couldn’t figure out what it was that drew the man to such a place of solitude. But what he was telling him was not a lie. No one from the village that he knew of was hunting the wolves — the queen’s men and guard on the other hand, were quite a different story. Kit believed they could mind their own business and peacefully co-exist, but based on the queen’s soldiers’ orders, it seemed she felt differently.

“You should at least allow our healer to check it out. Or perhaps our nurse?” He was the type of man who wanted everyone to be helped — it was like the village was his kingdom and this man, despite his folly, seemed to disregard what Kit thought to be his own purpose.

“I won’t leave you here. It will get infected.” He had no jurisdiction over these woods. Even as the community leader of the village he had very little pull, but he wanted to help. Surely the man could see that. “I insist that you come along, Mr. Woodsly. Haven't you sisters? Won't they worry?"

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