Snippet #1297656

Danse Mors, Death And it did. As Chilili walked out in a huff of human emotion and angst, Danse made his move. Creepy along the shadows with the feline, they made their way along the other side of the street. He could recognize the air of hopelessness and despair anywhere. This was, after all, his department. Any minute now, Infinitious would be on her toes. He would catch her beforehand. He had to. And then he saw her stop to speak to a homeless man on the sidewalk. Nonchalantly, he crossed the street, tugging at Doom to follow. He crept near the entrance of the bookstore and listened in on her quandaries. The feline began to bite at his toes. As if the creature was in league with the human, it seemed to believe that she deserved to work out her problems in private. Danse gave it a stern look but cats were not as susceptible to being creeped out by Death as people were. Doom merely licked his paw. At a loss, Danse entered the book store. He made his way to his favorite section and was waiting for Chilili. And there she was, like a plucked chicken on a platter. But he didn't make a move. Not yet...