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Raven Wolf.04.The Wounded.C17
Fitz hands Shiya a box of dye. "Here. Black, enjoy."
Fitz has once again returned to the apartment the group of fugitives were right now hiding out it, he presenting Shiya with a new box of cosmetic dye.
Shiya looks down to the box with a sigh. "I really don't like the idea of changing the colour of my coat are you sure this is really necessary-"
Shiya still seems uncertain. "What if something goes wrong?"
"Go! Now! Or I'm bathing you myself, and if I have to do that it will be with the box of green dye!!"
Shiya nods his head. "Ok I get it, I'm going I suppose it can't be any worse than what Achak has put me through "
Fitz sighs to himself as he looks from Shiya over to Dolly, who's fur was already dyed with her dressed in men's clothes. "Was he this difficult when he was living with you?"
Dolly shrugs her shoulders. "I never really tried to dye him green to know..."
Eighteen looks back at them in the middle of buttoning up his shirt, th
Raven Wolf.04.The Wounded.C16
Mrs. Fina, the manager whose job it was to organize all events related to Ms. Kelpie's stay and appearances with in the city, claps her hands together to get the attention of a group of stage hands that were currently lounging in the break room. "Come on now back on your feet! Setup was supposed to be finished fifteen minutes ago and the back drop still isn't even up yet!! Not to mention that there's a lot less sparkles and stars on stage than are in the specifications people! We have a show to get ready so let's get it ready now!" She watches as everyone quickly swarms out of the break room, she yelling after them before they are gone. "I don't pay you to laze around and let the work build up and fall behind!!"
The doe lets out a tired sigh before heading to her next order of business, she jumping with a start when she turns a corner and almost runs into a coyote that was making his way through the hall. "Oh for heaven's sake you had better be in the middle of d
Raven Wolf.04.The Wounded.C15
Naida stands in front of a host at a very pricey and sophisticated restaurant as she right now tries to talk him into giving her a favor. "Please there must be something that you can do." She motions back to Mort. "I'm here on a date, I can't have Captain Mort at the table with me, you must have an extra table somewhere."
The host shakes his head no. "Ms. Naida This is a very high profile establishment, reservations are needed to get in." He looks Mort over. "Not to mention we have a dress code."
The white horse holds her hand back to Mort. "He's in a military uniform, you should respect him for it." Naida smiles at him, returning to attempting to be charming. "What if I give you an autograph, do you think you could find a table then?"
The restaurant host shakes his head no. "No I'm afraid-"
A woman from a well-dressed feline couple that was standing in line behind her speaks up. "You can have my table in exchange for your signature!!"
The man she is coupled with
Raven Wolf.04.The Wounded.C14
It is midday, the military headquarters busy as ever as they tried to deal with this new development that has shown itself last night, a small part of the city being completely destroyed with no real explanation on what had happened. The media and inhabitants of the city not believing the excuse of it being a disaster of natural causes and berating the military with questions, demanding they be told what really happened. They not only having had to put up with a lot of strange occurrences as of late, but becoming tested with the still ongoing curfew within the city, this situation the last straw.
Mort is in the lunch room as he looks over the report he had finished up, it being the write up on Vaan's disappearance, Mort going over it again and again as to try to find some sort of clue as to what had happened or where Vaan could have gone. Although Dmitri was now in charge of giving the Super Soldiers their orders Mort still felt that he was the one responsible f
Raven Wolf.04.The Wounded.C13
Dolly and Fitz reach the area that Dolly had pinpointed Chase to be in, Fitz looking around him curiously not spotting anyone there. "Are you sure he's here? Maybe he moved somewhere else on us while we were on our way here."
Dolly looks down to the small robot she was carrying. "Can you bring up the overview of the area again?"
Fitz frowns as he turns to Dolly. "You know, you could just say map, way faster to say."
The holographic image of the map once again is projected before Dolly, she pointing to the figure they had been trying to approach. "He hasn't moved and should still be here."
Chases voice calls out to them. "So that's how you managed to track me down is it?"
Fitz jumps at the sound of Chase's voice taking several large steps back from the direction it had come from, the mink walking out into the open where they were.
Dolly is relieved to see him, she having been concerned after having left him the way that he was. "Oh thank goodness you'
The Newlyweds Next-Door
Note: BL Slash Yaoi... whatever you want to call it. Nothing graphic, but still is a factor so just giving warning to those who might be offended.
David, Noah and the other adults that had come to help with Timothy's party are getting ready to head out, the party having ended with all of the young guests having gone home.
Alex is staring at the fish tank mouth hanging open as he watches the new fish dart around the tank, Chris laughing as he watches him. "Alex really likes fish doesn't he?"
Noah nods his head. "Sometimes he likes it more than the TV, I have to keep washing the glass because he always gets his dirty and greasy hands all over it."
David calls out down the hall to his son, wanting to make sure he was doing what he had told him to before he left for the night. "Timothy, are you done putting your new things in your room?"
"Not yet Dad!! Just a minute!!"
David sighs this process taking forever. "He keeps getting distracting an
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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