There's dog crap on my shoe! >:[

Ykesha of Lynn · 03-14-2011, 02:11 AM

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Something stirred within the upper levels of the office. Ykesha could feels the wind peel itself lethargically from its resting place, turning over as an obese man does in his sleep. This restlessness made the fae’s brindled ears flick back in distaste. She smelled cheese and rot. The dripping decay of plants, perhaps. While her white eyes stared endlessly into the black space before them, the lass heard her companion voice what she knew as truth yet felt compelled to shy away from. “Well I think we may have to go further.” Ykesha nodded silently at this, unaware of whether or not Niro had caught her response. “Where could she have gone?” Ykesha’s heavy mind had no answer for this. She knew nothing of birds nor their musings. It was with silent prayer that the female only hoped the bird would return before the bowels of the office space swallowed them whole like a stomach absorbing a meal.

The cold gun trembled with weight in Ykesha’s hand. She swallowed audibly and shifted her weight onto both legs, her body draped over itself in poise for flight. Yet the young man’s determination gave her strength. As he ventured forward so did she.

Her throat was unnaturally dry.

The floor groaned in displeasure as the weight of the monstrous hound rushed past, his tongue lolled out of a crocked mouth while two wild eyes stared unblinkingly at the bird in front of him. The eagle flew with haste yet the tight network of hallways kept the luperci within view; no matter how the bird fled the labyrinth of the office space kept it within sight of its predator. The wolf howled with unsound laughter, saliva draining from his jowls to pool and froth in a collection ‘neath his chin. The beast’s breath was vile with want. His chest heaved as hound chased bird, lungs pulling in the stale air to fuel an even more stale body. Onward to bird flew. Relentlessly the fiend followed. The wide luperci sang with an unbalanced rumble as he thundered down the hall, his body knocking chairs askew and thudding unceremoniously into walls.

“The cock doth crow

To let you know,

If you be wise,

Tis time to rise.”

As the two went sailing past a collapsing room burdened with the grey of decaying furnature the monster howled madly, drool flecking the floor as his head tore upward.

“Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark,” he rumbled, yellowed eyes still entranced upon the eagle. “The beggars are coming to town. Some in rags, And some in tags.” The monster lunged, his body arched forward as though to slam into the bird and carry into the earth pressed to his ribs. “And one in a velvet gown!” The bird had shot up, wings grazing the ceiling as the matted body of the luperci rushed passed. The hound slid audibly into the wall, several joints cracking and shifting in protest. For a moment the luperci lie still, his heavy breathing the only clue that the animal wasn’t seriously injured. Marahute lost no time. On expert wings the raptor sailed over the disorganized wolf and into the next room.

Then luck befell the fleeing creature as a stroke of memory flooded her riled mind.

“Marahute!”

The sound was faint, crawling barely above a whisper, but a draft had carried the eagle’s master’s voice from a lower level. The sound rolled within her brain, giving desperation over to hope and comfort. With a new willingness the bird changed course, wings taking up the space of the hallway in a graceless display of feathers, and the raptor charged back towards its insane stalker, eyes fixated on a stairwell the two had already passed. The luperci looked up as the bird sailed over its head, mad eyes squinting in fury at the thought of losing its toy. With difficulty, the wolf rose and tore after the bird.

Below, Ykesha’s ears snapped forward at the sound of a body wrestling with the stairwell ahead. She raised the gun, her hands shaking and eyes peeled wide in terror. Snarling echoed from the darkness in front of them. The sounds of wings moving accompanied it. Laiden with unnerve, the fae’s glowing stare bounced around in the absolute blackness, willing herself to see into the unknown.

Then the beast spilt into her vision, its body and legs tangled like a ball of mating pythons. A faint cry fell from Ykesha’s mouth and she fired the silver gun.

Nothing happened.

Again, the woman’s white finger pulled back the trigger and the silver mechanism clicked uselessly. Ykesha could feel a spring bending within the gun’s interior. Something was dislodged; something was broken. Her jaw hanging lax, Ykesha’s white face turned to Niro, fear written clearly in her eyes. “Run?” she breathed.

In front of the pair, the massive and wild luperci had already begun to untangle itself as Marahute flew towards Niro.

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