"You are starting to bore me, Harpie. And I don't think you'll like that..." Kivo said, frowning slightly. The Harpie grinned, and then continued on. She's trying to delay us, Kivo realised. But why? For whom? Evidently we are too much for just her...
He frowned. They had to leave, and he had a feeling that while the Harpie was there, they could not. He had to get rid of her quickly.
He concentrated, and soon the sound of breaking glass and a ear-breaking screech rewarded him. Looking up, he saw that he had thrown a knife at the Harpie this time, and right through her heart.
The Harpie continued screeching, breaking away into dust. Kivo sneezed as some got into his nose - even in death, the Harpie had a vile smell - and walked over to the cupboard, opening it slightly.
"Ether, are you okay?" he asked. Ether shrunk back further into the closet, giving him a strange look. "Oh... I guess its time to tell you my secret now, huh? I'm not human. Well... I am, but I'm not. Have you ever heard of Werewolves? I'm like that, only I'm a WereCoyote."
He sighed. He wasn't getting through to her, or if he was, it was in a bad way. "Ether... I'm sorry. I really am. I'm not bad, though, I'm good. That Harpie? She was bad. She came to hurt me, and Silver, and everyone else here. And... do you know what that means? It means I'm going to have to trust them, to help keep you safe. I don't know why you need to be kept safe, you just do. Maybe its because I made a promise to your mother. Ether? Ether, please..."
Ether looked up at him, nodding. Kivo breathed out in relief, helping her out of the cupboard. Then he turned.
"Well, Silver," he said, holding out his hand. "Let's introduce ourselves once more, this time as friends. And then... then, we are going on a rescue mission."
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