Snippet #1410951

Jinan watched the poor creature start to panic, it’s body temperature sky rocketing, letting his nose quite easily pick up the scent of terror. He feared for the little creature, breathing so quickly wasn’t good, Jinan could practically taste the mans heartbeat oh his tongue. His own hair flattened in an attempt to seem some what smaller and less threatening, crouching a little on his powerful legs, muscles protesting at such treatment. His ears flickered, listening to many things at once, one ear on the man the other on the forest. His fur bristled, more people were coming, he snuffed out a breath, not wanting to have more come while this one was panicking, it would only cause things to escalate. Plunking down on his hind legs he sat, his tail twisting around his feet, it’s long length sinuous and full of strength. He listened to the mans jittered words, wondering if he could not speak like him, they could not have lost their words so much could they?

“I am sorry to have so frightened you.” His deep voice rumbled slightly through his cat like voice box “Yes I am a friend of Thomas. You are one of our guests are you not? I remember him showing me your sheet.” His long lashes closed slowly over his liquid eyes. He watched him carefully; he was slightly scared the man would do something stupid, like jumping from the gap in the wall, trying to escape him. Jinan didn’t understand why he was so worried by him, had he seemed threatening? He reached back, his head turning from the man and ran his nail over the wall once more, finishing the small creature he had previously been carving into the walls. Across the walls spanned many stories, the stories that the ruins and forest had been telling him for many many years. His skin stretched over his taught muscles, twisting into a more comfortable position, sitting like the humans wasn’t something he could do for long. His tongue flickered out, whipping up to his dry nose, trying not to feel to nervous. Unlike the man before him, when he was frightened or unsure, his pulse slowed, making him less obvious to predators.

“You were the writer right?” He spoke not turning from his scratching, for he could hear the man was still there. “We didn’t write before, this is how we told stories if they were to be recorded. Now there are no people to tell to, so I put all the stories here, they never stop you know.” He flicked a look over his shoulder, pupils wide in the darkened corner. His fur glistened in patches of sunlight, it spoke of how healthy he was, pelt as soft as silk, it kept out any bad weather. He shifted slightly, to show the man what he had been doing. Every inch of the dome on this side was covered in his carvings; primitive as they were you could follow each story if you tried. The other two domes were filled to the brim like this, 200 years of it, he had had time to do thing such as this during the day, after all the brake ins were only in the night. He shuddered, this poor man stood no chance against them if this was how he reacted to him. His face flickered to the gap in the dome, it was coming up to 5 now and wouldn’t be dark for a couple of hours; so he hoped. When they came for their night tour he would have to be on his guard, he had not seen on of the creatures for a while, they were due a brake in. They also would want to destroy the creatures, no people, which would wish to stay on the gates side.

“I should go, you shouldn’t have seen me anyway.” He blinked his large luminous eyes, sadness settling over him, he hoped the chosen would survive. “Be careful if you come out tonight, the dark here is not like in the cities where people like you come from, the trees blot out the sky.” He paused, he was not allowed to warn them really, not allowed to tell them of the dangers and scare them off before they could chose a sound. “If you come to the crown of the hill you will be safe. Tell Thomas you saw me, that I shall be watching.” He moved across the floor on all fours, talons digging into the hard floor and launched himself out of the brake in the dome. He landed with ease on the grass and cursed himself once more. There was a young dancing girl, but she seemed to busy to notice him as he shot off into the trees. He needed to find the others, needed to talk with them and see what they said of these things.


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Res looked for her friend, but she seemed to have moved off. She jogged along the beaten path, passing near the second group, though she avoided them. Looking around, she spotted the place where she had left her friend. She felt so very very tired, she would take Ulva back to the house and maybe sleep for a while. Pulling her hair free from her ponytail, she shook it lose about her shoulders, a dark curtain that complimented her warm tanned skin. She was after all a working girl, this meant setting up the tents just like the rest of the circus. Her nimble form climbing up the poles, tying the heavy canvas to them, her ease and grace envied even where she worked. Coming around the corner she found her friend, resting she supposed and trotted happily up to her, giving her a nod and helped her to her feet.

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The twins pottered through the forest, leading them down the winding path to older and older trees, arching in the sky above them, impossibly tall. Zosia glanced back at Elise and smiled to her, she was glad to see such a happy and easy person, her smile lighting the faces of the others. She looked at the others, they all seemed like lovely people, though not the reporter. It had been ingrained into them that reporters were scum. At about the age of 4 their mother had come home from town with a black eye and split lip, a reporter had grabbed her arm, a brave thing. You see though the two girls were small, their frames slight and fine in every respect, the bulk of their forms their pale hair, their mother was not. Their mother was a big woman, strong and not used to taking any for of abuse. She had turned slapping the reporter off her, not wanting to be hassled as she was every time she came into the small local town, for a few necessities. Their mother had told them of the man and to them it sounded just like this one, he had turned, hitting her right in the face. He hadn’t stuck around long after that. The village people took care of their own here, so out of the way from the rest of the world, she had been born there and had never been more than a few miles from the estate house. She was one of their people, how their mother had chuckled telling of the look on the beady eyed face, the villagers coming out of their shops and homes, watching him.

“I don’t like him, he shouldn’t be here.” Zosia whispered to her twin, her hand once more clasped in her sisters. She looked back, the reporter was sidling up to Elise, undoubtedly going to do something he wasn’t allowed to. She clenched her jaw, hearing the questions he asked. Letting a chill run down her spine. However unless the girl said something to them, they could do little more than watch. Her hands went to fists, scrunching the fine material of her dress, uncaring suddenly at all the effort that had gone into it’s creation.

“Well they think us freaks, want to give the grubby critter something to really write about?” Sasha said, a smile lighting her face again. “See if they can find their own way. We can watch them and keep them safe from our hiding place.” She was the slightly taller of the two twins and she turned slowly. She noticed the slow movements of the saddest of their group. Nathan was a sad story to hear and both the twins had wished upon hearing that he would bring his sister with him, though they knew he would not, the forest might have helped her a little. She winked at him, her face full of bright joy, letting him be the only one who knew it was just a show and that they wanted to distract the reporter from their new friend.

With silence and grace, not possessed by human kind for almost a 1000, the twins hand in hand, crouched low. No one would in truth believe what they saw, some might even look for wires, but it was them and the help they gained from the forest. With yells that echoed not only through the forest, but out into the house, their sharp little faces swung back. They both looked at the tree tops with concentration, selecting somewhere to grab on. They bunched their legs and still yelling at the top of their voices, shot up into the trees, jumping strait up about 15 ft and the continued up into the trees, till their blue dresses started to blend into the sky and they were gone from sight.

(sorry unedited, no time!)