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Defying Certain Death Part 7Defying Certain Death Part 7
He came to a stop when he saw where the tracks lead. A small opening in the rock where the sheep could pass through to the other side. It wasn’t even as tall as a human. When the girl hunted for him, she must have crawled on hands and knees to get into that area, or waited at the stream for the sheep to come for a drink. But he needed food now. He couldn’t wait for them to come for a drink, and he couldn’t possibly get to that area. It looked like he might have to get off the mountain to find food. But it was a long way to go... he couldn’t wait that long.
He turned and walked back to the water. It was only a stream to him... no doubt a river to the girl when she had come here. He could see her tracks at the riverfront, and catch her scent. A wonderful smell... and he knew she tasted just as good. With the sheep inaccessible, all he could think about now was her. She wouldn’t agree to it, that much was clear... but he needed fo
Defying Certain Death Part 6Defying Certain Death Part 6
He could smell fear on her as he had explained himself and asked the question. It didn’t seem to lessen at all. He slowly moved his thumb to rub her back gently, trying to comfort and reassure her. She smelled wonderful... and he knew how she tasted as well. He didn’t want to ask permission, didn’t want to wait for her to agree or spend time convincing her. He just wanted food. He watched how she had cringed slightly even at a gentle touch, at how difficult it was for her to accept she was safe.
It was at that point he realized that no matter how much he asked, she wouldn’t agree to it. She wasn’t familiar with their magic, and she was still terrified of him. Or more precisely, she was terrified of his kind. True, at first his main reason for not wanting her hurt was desperation, but things had changed. He had been trapped, he had no choice but to leave her unharmed, she had been his only hope of survival. They had spent weeks
Rescue Pet Part 2It didn’t take long for Connor to reach the clinic, hurrying to the front desk. He was glad it was slow on a weekday like today; he wouldn’t have to worry about them not being able to get to her immediately. “I called earlier to say I was getting a new pet and that I’d need to get her checked out. Situation’s changed. She’s in bad shape and needs treatment immediately.” The receptionist arched a brow, a bit surprised to hear a new pet would be in bad shape. It was rare for pets to be sold in anything but top condition. Even so, she led him to an exam room and left to get the vet.
Connor opened the crate and tried to urge the girl to come out, but she was either too stubborn and afraid, or too weak. The vet entered and introduced himself to Connor, and Connor passed the crate to him. The vet tilted the crate and looked into it, pulling out a light to shine in and get a better look before trying to get her out. The man muttered under his breath a
Rescue Pet Part 1The door of the pet store chimed as Connor stepped inside. He had wanted to get a new pet for a while now, but last time he had come in, there hadn’t been much selection and they had been out of many types. But while he was on his way to get a drink at the coffee shop this morning, he had noticed the truck pulling in to deliver new pets. The shop was owned by a couple of Syorians like himself, which he was glad for. He wasn’t fond of the shops run by Syors; the stores tended to double as an exotic food store and the unsold pets, especially the humans, were usually eaten.
He shook his head as he cleared that thought, making his way to the back of the pet store as he sipped his coffee. They would just be going through the new arrivals, pricing them and loading them into the cages and pens that held them. As he glanced at one of the cages containing a few humans, he overheard the owners talking as they went through the new arrivals currently in small cages on a cart.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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