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| Once the thriving force of destruction and creation; the humans were overthrown from their position at the top and placed at the bottom of the pyramid by Vampires and Shape shifters. Some may have the privilege to be more then just slaves or well spent soldiers but many will fall under the dark holes which are controlled by the other species they once did not believe in. |
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| Janet Janet was confused with all the questions. She knodded at them all because they were all right, she was right. "Nice to meet you... Estelle?" She gave a little chuckle. Hey, she had made a friend, well atleast she thought she had, she had to double check and make sure, "So we are friends right, or no?" Janet thought it would be nice to make a friend today, she needed someone to pal around with, maybe Estelle could be it. Janet was planning on taking another marshmellow. She got up and said " Be right back." She dashed for the marshmellows before they were gone, she snatched up two huge, fluffy marshmellows and rushed back to her spot before it was taken by some odd, germy kid. She tossed Estelle a marshmellow and shurugged, maybe she would try a roasted marshmellow, maybe thats why she was here, was to do that. "I'm going to try to roast marshmellow, you tell me when to turn it and take it out and stuff, if I burn it.. I blame you!" she said with a serious face, then let out a laugh. Julie Julie took her stick out of the fire and stared at the molten marshmellow covering her stick. She poked it and drew her finger back, it was hot. She gave it a second to cool and then ate the goo that was left of her old marshmellow. She sat and zoned out into the fire and made a story in her mind of it. The fire wa sa hunter and the log was prey. As the fire licked the logs it was devouring the prey, and the embers were spit from their tounges. Julie was enchanted by the story until someone tossed more logs into the fire and made her mess up and lose her enchanting train of thought. Stupid kids, don't know how to enjoy a campfire. Maybe she would write about it when she got back to the cabin, ya that's what she would do. Where she couldn't be disturbed with her trusty book light and pencil and her luck pad of paper, handy for any stories she might need to write. |
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| The sticky breeze tickled along the back of his neck causing his chin length black hair to blow slightly in his face. He swiped the hair out of his face, merely a reflex, as he looked out across the busy street. Vehicles of all sorts thundered by leaving trails of smog behind that he easily picked up with his keen sense of smell. Ruffling his nose he smashed in the crosswalk button again, he was beginning to grow impatient. He had to have been waiting there for at least twenty minutes if not longer. He wasn't particularly fond of big cities, or cities in general, and was beginning to question why he had moved there in the first place. At last the cars slowed and the little green person lit up. He half jogged across the hard pavement as his old flip flops slapped against it. He was amazed that this pair had lasted so long what with the duck tape holding his right one together. The small diner was old, probably built in the late fifties or early sixties. He knew that when he walked through the glass double doors the place would be more modern and up to date. The place had gone through so many owners he wasn't entirely sure what the current name of the place was called. An old sign towering over the building doned with big white letters saying Waffle House had been there for as long as he could remember, he assumed the owners since then had just been to lazy to take it down. He opened the door and stepped inside, a waft of cool fresh air surrounding him. He instantly felt more relaxed than he had crossing the street. He scanned the half empty diner searching for Craig, his Ulfric. He wasn't sure what it was that Craig wanted to see him about, but he was sure he wasn't going to like it. He padded over to the tall grey haired man sitting in a booth farthest from the rest of the hungry customers. He slipped himself into the seat opposite Craig and watched as the other man sipped his coffee. After several moments of silence Craig sat the empty cup onto the hard wooden surface of the table and an apologetic smile crept over his face. "I'm transferring you to Chicago." Erik repeated it in his own mind. He hated cities, especially big cities. He shouldn't have been surprised about the transfer after what had happened over there anyway. "When?" He asked as tried not to let his anger seep into that one word. Craig undoubtedly could sense Erik's unease. "I'm sorry it had to be you. They need powerful wolves and I couldn't give up anyone else." Erik huffed as he replied, "Good to know I'm expendable." An older woman came over with a pot of coffee and refilled Craig's cup. "Most of the others either have families or hold important positions in the pack." He said after she had left. "Fine." Erik responded as he watched a young girl try to steady a tray covered in full glasses to a table. "You've got three days to be packed and ready to go." Erik averted his eyes back to his now former Ulfric as he pulled something out of his blazer's inside pocket. "I've already booked you a one way flight." He slid it across the table to Erik, he grabbed it just before it went off the edge of the table. Without any further comments he scooted out of the booth seat and stood as he shoved the ticket into his blue jean pocket. He looked at the man one last time as he sipped on his coffee then turned and walked out of the diner. |