Missing you, despite my best intentions...

Anatole Aston · 12-08-2011, 01:42 AM

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King of the Jerks arrives

Like it or not, Anatole had to get used to living with these two-legged ideas in mind. He had not yet abandoned his four-legs for two. It was difficult for him to break from such behavior. There had been no force applied by the woman who was leader, and for this he was thankful. She was not the type he wished to make an enemy of, despite her false pacifism. Anatole recognized this early on and had no desire to cross the leader of his new home; he snorted at the thought. Home. He hadn’t known a real home in well over a year.

Thus he had begun relearning the layout of this village. He was moving at his standard half-jog, sniffing about. There were new buildings, and many, many scents fading. How many had died? The idea was staggering. From what he had learned, this Maska would have forced him into slavery simply because he chose a four-legged form. That would not have lasted long; Anatole was free-born and he would have died before accepting such a fate. No one played his hand, especially some pompous leader.

He was moving through the claimed homes when a voice floated down from above. Anatole slowed and fanned both ears forward, listening intently. After taking in the length speech, he rolled his eyes and sneered, mouth twisting into a frown. Advancing around the corner, he took the turn at length and spotted the pale figure atop the roof. Coyote? Something like that, he reasoned. “Who are you talking to?” He called loudly, indifferent to the whimpering he caught with the wind.

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