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She squeaked and laughed at the unexpected twist, managing to keep her arms around his neck without strangling him. Then her face went blank and wary, one large, furry ear cocked toward the rumbling roar of the motorcycle in the street. Silently, she slipped off his lap and stalked quietly toward the front windows. The motor died, and clumping noises started up the steps. Her ears went back, laid close to her skull, and she rotated her left arm behind her. Her hand began to glow slightly, as though some kind of white light source was embedded in her palm. Those were not the footsteps of someone she knew. Not a current Den member.

Looking out the peephole a moment, she sent Sever a mental image. Checking behind her to see that he was ready just in case, she opened the door a crack. A small beam of light slanted across the porch, mostly blocked by her slim form, though her ears were invisible from this angle. "Good evening," she said civilly. "Can I help you?"

((Careful how much you play other people's characters. I'm ok with the few lines, but any more than that and we're likely to get twitchy. biggrin ))

She turned, letting the light subside some from her hand. Raising both eyebrows at her mate, she extended a slip of consciousness toward the man outside the door, cautious in case he turned out to have some great mental capability. Taking pains to push her normally alto voice to a lilting first soprano, she brushed against his mind. Who are you, strange one, and from whence do you hail? she asked, putting some of the archaic twist into her language to further differentiate herself from this mysterious presence. The tone she made curious and friendly, as if a benevolent spirit might be inquiring.

Frowning slightly, she put out a link to Sever, one way, so that he could hear and see any images that appeared on the surface of the stranger's thoughts, but could not say anything directly to him.

Aloud, she said, just loud enough for her normal voice to be heard through the door, though perhaps not at full volume or clarity, "We have a guest, love. A human, by his looks, who wishes to pay for a night staying here. The cafe's shut down, so I can't direct him there for the night, and I'd rather not have him stay with any of the other folk. We're at least capable of handling any shenanigans he gets up to. We might send the children to spend the night with one of the others, though..."

The sun had completely disappeared behind a tall hill he had come over, things were getting dark really quick.
Reynard grumbled to himself as he checked his watch. He knew what time it was, he just needed something to help keep his mind off of where his was at the moment.
At the moment, there were many things that would surprise him... but the only thing that could out right scare him happened.
Reynard felt a strange buzzing in his mind, not his head, but his thoughts.
"Who are you, strange one, and from whence do you hail?"
In a haze of speed Reynard had the door to his back and was pointing his Colt into the dark street, his eyes scanning everything that was in view. Nothing to his left, nothing to his right... nothing at all! A cold bead of sweat crept down from his forehead to his cheek. Letting out a deep breath, he eased his finger off the trigger and put it back into its holster.
There was muffled talking inside, at least he thought... his ears were canned inside his helmet. Carefully, he slipped himself over to the window, peaking inside.
A very large, maybe 6'4", man stood up from a couch. His features were well-toned and muscular. He seemed a little formal, the suit he was wearing seemed a little over dressed. His hair seemed black, but the light gave it a reddish highlight, it drooped down over the right side of his face, and from the angle he was at made it hard to get a good look at him.
The woman who was at the door had a... a...
A tail!? A-and wings!?
The man embraced her. The woman wasn't ugly or anything like that...
There was only seven other people that Reynard knew who were just like him, ie tails and ears, where his war comrades... and they were ether dead, or in prison.
Peaces were now coming to together, the people were not demons...
But... fox... people? Slash, foxgoose people?
Reynard chuckled. He looked back at her, then chuckled again. It felt good, not many things make him laugh, though at this moment even he didn't know why a fox/angel/human was funny. It just seemed really different.
Quietly, he stepped back to the door when he saw the man reach for his hat, which looked good on him, it matched his outfit.
He readjusted his tail in his jacket even though the people inside might not care... who knows, he just might get the jump on them.
Reynard placed a toothpick into a corner of his mouth. He had soaked a bunch of them in vanilla extract, it had a very nice taste to it.
Looking back at his watch, he waited for the door to open....

Sever leaned in and kissed his mate softly on the lips, giving her silent reassurance that there was nothing at all to worry about, that things were under control - or that he was in control of himself, certainly. But he couldn't help but laugh as her mental images of him came into his mind. "He's a young one. Maybe this old cougar has some things left to teach spry young warriors," he chuckled light-heartedly. He kissed his mate softly on the forehead and gave her a hug before snatching the envelope he'd left on the table, pocketing it as he quickly spun and moved upstairs to rouse their kits and send them on their way.

"Be easy, strange one... We will do you no harm. There is no need for weapons here. How long do you intend to stay?"
Again the voice entered his mind, Reynard stumbled back gripping the sides of his helmet, the envelope of silver crashing to the porch!
What is this!?
It said 'be easy,' how could he when something was prying its way into his mind.
The people inside...! Could it be...!?
Reynard retreated back to his motorcycle, fishing through his hip pouches for a spare magazine. He looked over his shoulder to see if the door was open... it wasn't. He removed his pistol from the holster and ejected the magazine, then sliding the fresh one home.
He didn't know exactly what he was up against, Reynard had never heard of use of telepathy, it was the stuff of fiction... then again, he had ears and a tail, and the woman inside had fircken wings! If they could read his mind, then they were hearing him right now!!
Now thats not fair... I can't fight that!
The thought of the things inside the house breaking his mental will and forcing him to do crazy thing made him feel sick to his stomach.
He set the Colt onto the seat of the bike and then removed the k-98 from its saddle holster. Reynard opened the action and fed a 5-round stripper-clip of the high power 7.62x54mm into the feed lips of the rifles magazine. He pressed down on the cartridges and all five slid into the rifle with a smoothness that only German craftsmanship could achieve.
Human, inhuman, it didn't matter... at this close range, the rounds could liquefy flesh! Who ever they were, they had no right to invade his mind without his permission! Reynard fitted the stock of the rifle into his shoulder ready for a target, then.
Wait a minute... how can I be sure that they are the ones doing this? No, I can't risk using lethal force on people who might be innocent! They said 'there was no need for weapons...' Why don't they just say something...
He lowered the rifle in hopes he didn't have to raised it again. He needed to know that the people inside were not going to rip his mind apart(though, if they wanted to, they might have by now?), and to do that, he needed to talk to someone. It was a long shot, but with his mind he thought of this;
If you can hear my thoughts, hear this; I mean no harm, it is unnecessary to continue your mental communication. If you do not comply and continue your invasion, then I will put a bullet in your front door... which would suck, because its a nice front door...!
"So come out here and talk to me!!!"
His voice echoed threw the empty streets.
Reynard felt bad... if these people turned out to be kind, he'd feel real stupid for acting like this. But on the other hand, if they were the type who hated humans, he certainly looked the part, and therefore was about to have his mind ripped in two!
Whoever they were, their answer was coming very soon....

A moments pause, crickets chirping in the background.
This was a bad idea from the start, I should just leave...
Clicking the safety on his rifle he turned to his bike.
I am losing my mind! First I come to my dads old town, then I start having these hallucinations of voices in my head, and finally I start harassing people who just want to go to bed! I don't need peace an quiet from wartime...! I don't need to find my roots...! I need a fricken shrink!! They can keep the money for the trouble.
Reynard felt like a jerk for what he was doing, after he'd take the long ride back to the nearest town, he would hire someone to deliver his letter of apology's.
Thud!
"What was that...?"
Reynard finished unloading the mauser and placed it in his bike holster, then he shot a glance over his shoulder.
Seeing nothing, he grabbed his colt and was about to return it to its holster when something pricked his ears. The sound of foot steps on a dirt road...
Reynard was slow to turn around, he had a pretty good idea of how much weight it would take to make thous sound in the dirt; a man close to three-hundred pounds. His mind flash back to the man back in the window.
Reynard turned around, and sure enough, there he was.
His pace was nether quick nor slow, his gigantic frame perfectly straight. In other words, he walked like a general. As he walked, he spoke out to Reynard, the man spoke kindly but firm;
"Listen. Ya put a bullet in my door and it's a bullet in your hip. My wife and I, we don't mean harm. But it's night, and you came out of nowhere, so pardon our need to keep our children safe. Things that go bump in the night are slightly more bothersome with young kits running around."
So... ...they can hear my thoughts...!?
Reynard felt like crap, they were a family, with kids! Though, the man referred to putting a bullet in Reynard's hip, this possibility was confirmed when he spotted the mans firearm holstered to his belt. Reynard thought of the pistol in his hand at the ready... it seemed pretty unlikely that the man could out draw him if it came of time. The man was very large(he seemed to take the fathers title of, 'man of the house,' very seriously), but mussel dose not move very fast when called on.
Reynard had killed many men his size, and maybe bigger. But! if the man was who he said he was(which is a family man), then Reynard could not harm him... however! If the man drew his weapon and fired at Reynard then self defense is called for.
The man continued to walk toward him. Intimidation was obviously his game.
Coming to a stop maybe six or seven feet from him he said;
"So if it's somewhere you need to stay, my humble shop has a place in the back you can stay for a night. But the weapons and bike stay outside; I'm hesitant to even have weapons in my home with the two little ones anymore."
The .45 hung loosely in Reynard's hand, he stood his ground straight and tall even though the man towered over him. Like a soldier, the fear was beaten out of him long ago.
"So, you can hear my thoughts...? How? What are you people!?"

"My name...?"
How could he lie, if the man could read his mind then whats the point. He thought of the name he gave the people back at the other town, 'John Foster.'
The pause between them was short.
"My name is Major Reynard Hunter... but tell me, why do you have to ask? Cant you just take the answers you want? Am I really just an open book for you to read at your pleasure!? Before I answer any more of your questions, you will answer my first one...!"
Reynard tried to make his point that he did NOT like his mind being read. He had underestimated the mans skill and speed. He was not a human, and currently, he also hand home plate advantage. Reynard didn't care, they had no right to see his thoughts, this man should not know anything of his father, or who he was. It was completely one sided, he didn't even know the guys fricken name!
"Now tell me... what the hell are you people!!" He said, thrusting his pistol toward the house, not in a manor of thret, it was just it was in his hand at the moment. He let his hand drop back to his side as it seemed to irritate the man.
"And what am I...?" Reynard said, a bit choked.
Where do I belong?

He reached out and rested his hand on Reynard's shoulder, he had a great urge to break it off at the wrist, the man wouldn't see it coming... obviously he looked down on Reynard it some way. The man didn't have any idea of what Reynard could to him at this point... it would be so easy...
He said he was a General loooong ago... his revolver trick was quite something, but still it only proved he was good with his gun. I better hold back until I know him better, underestimating someone like this man could turn out to be a blunder.
Brushing the man large hand off his shoulder, he grabbed the tooth pick from the corner of his mouth and flicked it.
"You and your bike gave is quite the startle. We just don't want some crazy psychopathic killer rampaging and killing our kids, yanno how that is an' all... So settle down, bring your bike around around the back. I can't read minds,"
Liar...
"and neither can you,"
Well no shi--
"so put it in the shed out behind the back door of my shop and come on in."
With that he turned and started to walk back the way he had come.
"And he still didn't even tell me HIS name..." He grumbled to himself.
Before disappearing, the man said something but Reynard couldn't hear what. Reynard shrugged his shoulders, not knowing quite where the 'back shed' was. He turned to his bike, placing his colt into its holster. He clicked off the kickstand and started pushing the bike around the dark corner.
Around the back of the house there was a large wooded shed, the door was left open. The door the back of the house opened and a young girl and boy stepped out, they stopped and looked up and Reynard.
((Not going to control your kinds to much, just need to add a little something xd ))
"Hey mista, whatcha doin?" Said the small boy.
Reynard didn't know quite what to say, what was he doing?
"Just... your dads a friend of mine. Thought I'd say hello."
"Oh, well see ya...!"
The two children then ran into the night. Reynard had caught it last minute, but they both had furry ears and tails.
Yeah, I just fit right in here...
He continued to push his bike until he had it completely in the shed. There was a wooden workbench which he unbuckled his belt and placed his pistol holster on it. He unclipped his helmet and placed it too onto the workbench. Everything else was on his bike, so he removed his leather jacket and placed it over it. His tail swooshing out behind him. He tossed his sunglasses into the jacket and started for the door. He stopped, then removed the leather shoulder harness with his k-bar taped to it, and tossed it too on the work bench...
Alright, here we go...
He stepped out of the shed and walked over to the back door of the house. It was a bit chilly tonight, his breath just viable.
Well, time to brace myself for mindblowing weirdness.
His thoughts flashed to goosefoxwoman, again he chuckled. He turned the knob and opened the door, and form the moment he did so, the smell hit him.
FISH!?!
He hated fish... hated their smell... hated the taste of their meat, and all those fricken bones... he HATED their very existence in the world!
He would only eat fish if you cooked it in such a way that it didn't taste like fish, look like fish, smell like fish and you didn't tell him that is was fish...
No one knows where all the hatred for fish came from, his parents tried feeding it to him one day, and he just wouldn't eat it...
The air was thick and greasy with the smell of fish, cooked not to long ago. He berried his over sensitive nose into his arm, the smell of his wool sweater was quite the upgrade.
Taking a very brief moment to pull out of his sweater to talk out loud, he said;
"Hello...?"