"Sebastion, do you have any fancy way of helping me hide rather quickly?" I asked him, my head turned towards the door as I spoke and just as I rose from my chair a group of black clad men, hiding guns under their shirts inside of their jackets, entered the pub and scanned the room. I placed my hat on my head, muffling my hearing slightly but I looked with panicked eyes at Sebastion.
To fly away on gossamer wings, sheer as night's reflective glow, I would could I cradle child hecate to my breast.
"I'm afraid of nothing aside from being sold as someone's pet slave!" I growled but crouched as the man's eyes came to meet mine. I saw the recognition, I heard the heavy footsteps, I smelt the bitter smelling metalic scent that wafted from their clothes and the gun powder, I could taste the fear in my mouth. All too soon, I was shifted. A wolf standing infront of a boy and my lip curled back as I glared at the man.
To fly away on gossamer wings, sheer as night's reflective glow, I would could I cradle child hecate to my breast.
"Did not see thayt coming!" I said, as the slave men came up. "Jasmine!" She growledfericiously from outside, a single paw sneaking into the shop. It crushed a man. The color drained from all of their faces. The momentary confusion let me drape a veil of magic over the wolf-girl-thing, making her unseen.
"Fantasy is a way of looking through the wrong end of the telescope."
"The writer who breeds more words than he needs is making a chore for the reader who reads!"
I could see their confusion and I snarled, the sound seemed strange but the men looked around in confusion before suddenly, one flung out a strange powder. It colored me in gold and I shook it from my pelt, but it was too late. They clamped a collar around my neck and I struggled to shift back into my form, only to howl at the shock of electricity that prevented it.
To fly away on gossamer wings, sheer as night's reflective glow, I would could I cradle child hecate to my breast.
"na-ah." I said. "Bad dog." The men who collared the wolf were soon in wolf form themselves. Ok, maybe I swore not to tellanyone about my real power volume, but... this was nesecary. "Stay calm. Don't hurt yourself."I mumbled to the girl-wolf. Jasmine was about to rip open the building if I didn't stop her. "jasmine! Stop!" I called to the sky. I felt her pulling her paws back. Soon, one scaly tail whipped the dogs off their feet.
"Fantasy is a way of looking through the wrong end of the telescope."
"The writer who breeds more words than he needs is making a chore for the reader who reads!"
I flicked an ear to tell him I'd heard him, but these men weren't actual shapeshifters, they were form stealers. I could tell by the fact that they all looked exactly as I did, and I snarled at them. Oh lord, their planning to either take me or kill me.., I thought as one of them shifted back into himself and played with a remote. The others mimicked him, becoming the earlier men they'd looked like. One of them pulled out his gun and I whimpered, crouching onto the ground. I didn't want to be shot.
To fly away on gossamer wings, sheer as night's reflective glow, I would could I cradle child hecate to my breast.
"Don't. You. Dare." I said to the man. He looked over, but hisgun never moved.
"Why not?" HE said as he shot. At first, I was shocked.ut the next milisecound, I got my senses back. I stoped the silver bullet inches away. I grabbed it.
"Get out, before this," I said, mentioning to the bullet,"Goes down your stomach. Especially if it's red-hot. It's not too bad initially, i admit, but thirty years from now, with a hole in your foot, you'll regret it." The girl huffedher agreement.
"Fantasy is a way of looking through the wrong end of the telescope."
"The writer who breeds more words than he needs is making a chore for the reader who reads!"
The man smiled wickedly, before immediately taking another shot, this one went into the wolf's shoulder before he backed away, apparently having done his job. "Of course we'll leave." he replied, and his men backed away, moving with him as they exited the building. I had let out a loud yelp when he'd shot me, my shoulder stung bitterly - like flames in my veins. I looked over at him, narrowing my eyes in appology. I hadn't meant to drag him into this either. I hadn't even meant for them to find me. I reared back but couldn't shift, the electricity jolting me and making me collapse, this time the shock was too much - I was unconscious.
To fly away on gossamer wings, sheer as night's reflective glow, I would could I cradle child hecate to my breast.
I tried to tell them something, to tell them that the collar was immune to magic and was completely indestructable, but I was still a wolf. How would that work well in my favor?
To fly away on gossamer wings, sheer as night's reflective glow, I would could I cradle child hecate to my breast.
Seres dug through his pockets. He had a gate crystal, some money and a small phial of Zane's latest cooking disaster. He put the other stuff back in his pockets and held the phial out. "This might help," he said, "I don't know if it will hurt skin though."
I moved my shoulders, trying to shrug and he nodded as he understood. Go ahead, I thought grimly, leaning my head away and exposing my neck. It felt strange, leaving the vulnerable place exposed for all to see, if one of them I hadn't trusted I'd have attacked right then and there, but otherwise I knew that if I didn't trust them, I'd be forever in wolf form and easier to track once I lost all sense of humanity inside of me due to my wolfish instincts. I huffed, sighing out my nose while I waited as he dripped it onto the collar.
To fly away on gossamer wings, sheer as night's reflective glow, I would could I cradle child hecate to my breast.
