Snippet #1297657

Danse Mors, Death peered from behind the Philosophy section of the bookstore to eye Chilili gleefully. He didn't actually need to be there. Danse felt himself above logic even though he, himself, was simply putting order to the chaos. However, in his opinion, nature was something different than logic. From the moment Chilili awoke and Infinitious gave his announcement, he had returned to his incarnation. His “mother” was quite pleased, having worried about his absence. Unfortunately, it did not release him from cat-sitting duties. Danse understood the idea of walking a dog as it was a messy and loud creature that needed to walk the perimeter of its domain with its human companion and a plastic bag... however, walking a cat was a little beyond him. The slinky black feline his mother called Mr. Cuddles, did not appreciate the leash as much as its canine counterpart. In fact, he seemed quite annoyed by it. His little fangs often tried to rip the leash apart but with no luck. Danse had considered letting the thing go but after the early demise of Sir Hugs-a-lot by a speeding car, he didn't dare let his host's mother lose another one. So Danse and Mr. Cuddles had settled on an uneasy alliance. In exchange for Mr. Cuddles' relative obedience, Danse referred to him as Doom. He seemed to enjoy that. So together, they stalked the alleyways until they could see the apartment. He waited until Infinitious arrived and spotted Edelia as well. He wondered how many more would descend on the unsuspecting victim of this challenge. He grimaced with a painful joy. Doom simply meowed with boredom. And for a long time, they simply waited. Neither consciously knew the objective but both knew they'd recognize the opportunity when it came.