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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:13 am
Close to Midnight, Commerce Corridors.
She had heard the stories from many a thug on the Streets: A game in which strange children, like herself, participated in. A particularly dangerous game, for that matter. Crow, even at her young age, figured she had little to lose, and possibly a lot to gain. She could maybe even come to understand why she was the way she was, and if there was a way to control it. Surely there were others that had the same dilemmas? Surely?
She glanced at her large, loud, muddy hooves; anything to get rid of them at will. She plucked a stray feather from her wing and flicked it from her fingers. The small ebony feather with the odd red sheen floated and danced about in the dead air before coming to rest on the long abandoned pavement. Maybe she would one day get to fly with her wings? How else than to use her extremities without worry or care?
Crow then was reminded of the other things she heard hushed whispers about, and even seen one herself, or at least she thought. Blacksuits. They were the men who always looked clean cut, and also they were all very large, and very frightening, to be honest. From what she heard, they're like robots; they see something wrong, they simply terminate it like a bad bit of software. She hoped the last part was fiction and not fact. Logic told her otherwise.
Her mind snapped back to the point of her excursion this late, late night. She stepped back into the shadows again as she reached the edge of the Corridors. "Where is he...?" She queried to herself. Someone told someone who told the homeless man she 'resided' next to that there was a strange man with long ears and long jet hair that had to do with the Game, in particular, he could get someone into the Game. Tonight she wanted that someone to be her.
She knew the man lived in the Uppers, or at least that's what she heard. She also heard that he doesn't return home until past midnight. That meant he had to go through the Corridors around midnight. So, she would simply wait for him to go through the Corridors.
She walked until she was in the mid of the Corridors, found her a large and dark enough shadow, and perched. Waiting, waiting, oh it's such a boring thing...
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:19 am
Anubis had never met Morrigan before, and now that he had, he didn't care to repeat the experience. The goddess had appeared in his apartment, tackled him, propositioned him, and then when he had refused kicked him in the groin and left him a silver armband with a celtic knot on it and asked him if he would please give it to a little girl named Carren? And then Morrigan had vanished into the night.
No, Anubis was not happy to be putting his tracking skills to work finding this little girl who, if she was anything like her goddess, would be a hell-raiser. Morrigan had not described the child to him, so even if Anubis had her fleeting scent to track her touched by, it was proving to be difficult work.
His search had brought him to Commerce Corridors, where the intermingled feelings of magic and smell seemed strongest.
It seemed odd for a godling to be out in the pristine main streets, so Anubis took to the alleyways that the trash trucks roamed and where the Street slept in the dark hours.
There was a person ahead, a child's form, with blobby shapes spread behind it. This was where the feeling was emanating from, wasn't it?
Well, he sighed, the children could either find Persy, or he could find them.
"Carren?" he whispered to the darkness.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 7:00 pm
Clomp, clomp, the form ahead made the sound of hooves, oddly, and edged closer to the shadow's line. It was him, she said to herself, the man she had been looking for.
Crow glanced around nervously before dashing out into the moonlit street, towards him of course. She stopped about five feet ahead of him, and stood in a rather defensive position.
"Yes?" She said simply, even though her voice cracked.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:37 pm
That sound... Anubis wrinkled his nose, trying to distinguish it. Hooves? And perhaps wings? Morrigan had already had her way with this child and marked her firmly as hers.
He was tired of approaching children in the dead of night and propositioning them like some dirty old man.
"I've been looking for you. I have something for you."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 1:29 pm
"Oh? You...already knew I was going to be here...?" Crow queried in return, her voice obviously shaken. She took another step closer, her wings tucked tightly back and her tail pitched under her cowardly.
Be brave be brave be brave... Damn I'm a scaredy cat.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 2:41 pm
"I didn't know," replied Anubis, frowning. This was not a pleasant memory. "Rather, someone told me to find you and I followed the scent. Think of me as a messenger. I've brought something for you."
This was taking too long. He was tired of these bratty kids.
"So, you want to play The Game or you want to go home and forget we met?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:00 pm
Crow snarled. "I came to play." She then took a step forward, and another. "So, whatever it takes, I want in."
See? Not so bad after all.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:10 pm
Anubis smiled. He couldn't help liking that attitude. Reaching into his coat, he drew out a silver armband with a celtic knot on it. He held it out for the girl to take, bracing himself for whatever reaction she might have upon contact.
Talismans had curious affects on godlings, especially upon first contact. The girl's reaction could be small, or she could faint and be carried away to a distant land.
"This," he said, indicating the band, "Is for you from Morrigan."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:21 pm
At first, Crow leaned closer to inspect the trinket. She wasn't much for accepting gifts...and hell, who was Morrigan?
Slowly and reluctantly, she took it. The weight felt nice, it was certainly a pricey little armband. The strange knot she had seen before, but where? She couldn't remember.
"So, what, this is mine? Is this like something that lets me..."
She had placed the band on her upper arm, and suddenly her eyes crossed. A pain shot through her and...she was suddenly a normal-sized brownish-red wolf with minty green eyes and those same black wings with the red sheen. She howled out in pain for a few more moments before she finally turned up to look Anubis in the eye.
"My arm...er...front leg hurts." She glanced down and licked a spot, "I think it burned a mark in me."
She then stopped and twirled around in a circle. "Did I just speak? I don't speak when I switchie... This is weird. What is going on?!"
Crow looked like any other wolf, or dog, except for those two wings on her back. She then stopped dead and howled out in pain again. A few seconds passed and she looked remarkably like a calf.
"Maahr... This sucks. This really sucks."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:25 pm
Anubis raised an eyebrow. That was certainly not the reaction he had been expecting, but it would do.
"Can you manage like this?" he asked, unsure of whether it was good protocol to leave the girl in such a state.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:29 pm
She gave off a funny moo sound and swayed, and suddenly she turned into the wolf again, except this time without the wings.
"Depending," She growled, her voice not as clear as the first time, "If I don't randomly change...argh! Again." She winced at some mysterious pain. "I rather not try and walk all the way home, I wouldn't make it out of the square at this rate... Any place safe I could stay?"
She winced again, picking up her paw and rubbing it on her face. "I'm sorry...just...changing... takes a lot out of me. I usually don't change but once a day, and I stay that way for a few days."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:49 pm
Anubis swore in ancient Egyptian. He did *not* want to deal with another kid in his apartment after last night, especially after what Morrigan had done to him.
Then again, he reasoned, Morrigan would be more angry with him if he just left the girl here.
He looked down at her, down at the quivering mass of miss-matched animal parts, and tried to do one of those heart-hardening numbers that the pharaohs had been known for. It worked, barely.
"Nowhere I can get you to," he answered, "but I can help you into a more secure alleyway."
Smooth compromising, if he did say so himself.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:51 pm
Crow smiled, well, as much as she could smile before she suddenly turned into a very small black kitten.
"Mew! Meeooww... RAAWER!"
The last was probably a curse word. She glanced up at Anubis and simply nodded, before impulsively cleaning her paw.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:02 pm
"Well, with you in that shape I could get you to my home," shrugged Anubis. "Can you stay that way for me?"
Curse him for having such a big heart, he thought, and scooped the CarrenKitten into his arms. After scratching it absentmindedly behind the ears, he set off for Upper and his apartment.
"I want you gone in the morning," he murmured to the cat as he approached his apartment and opened the door.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:08 pm
Crow purred lightly at the scratch. Apparently she was so exhausted that she didn't change again, happily nodded before hopping out of his arms and onto the couch. She curled up in the corner and immediately dozed off.
The next morning she woke with an early start, sometime before dawn, and headed out quietly as a normal human girl, and scampered on home.
Anubis was nice to her, and she was sure to never forget that. This Morrigan woman on the other hand...not so nice.
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