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Defending The Realms. Part 05
Chance and Duce stared wide eyed, listening to Dani's tale as she filled them in on her side of the story. They had set down in what they hoped was a safe clearing, the two wolves transforming into their humanoid forms. Vera stood nearby. In her arms, Desire, much preferring to be in her 'normal' cat form, purred softly as the wolf-girl scratched her behind an ear. The whole premature, misguided assault on Kyoki had been one big disaster.
"You mean that animal used to be the Steve that Asia knows in the real world?" Chance asked.
"It is," she replied. "I've let him down just like I've let everyone else down."
Chance hugged her, trying to comfort her.
"Don't, Chance. I'm a failure."
"Of course you are," Vera cut in.
Dani, Chance and Duce looked over at the woman as she spoke, the two dog-boys glaring at her harsh words. Vera simply shrugged.
"If you're going to give up like that, then what else would you call it?" Vera asked them.
"She does have a point," Duce mur
Timelines: Prodding The Beast
Kiara-Ne sat in her office looking over various reports from the last month. So much had happened recently, and all the changes were taking some time to adjust to. She sighed wearily and stifled a yawn. Looking at the clock on her desk, Kiara-Ne saw that it was only 9 PM. Again she sighed. There was a time when she used to pull all-nighters and still be fresh the next day. Perhaps she was getting too old to continue on like this. She was only in her mid forties, but there were times when she felt much, much older.
The sing-song voice made Kiara-Ne look up and she saw Sel-Mei waltz into her office, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. A slight pang of envy hit Kiara-Ne. Sel-Mei had recently died, but through the actions of a small party, she had been resurrected, and it came with unexpected side-effects. Whether deliberate or accidental, Kiara-Ne didn't know, but Sel-Mei was now physically as young as she had been some 25 odd years ago, and her mind, once shattered when she had been ca
Palo-Mei stood in front of the memorial wall and stared at the gold etched names before her.
Tears welled up in her eyes as sadness overwhelmed her. She had lost both her parents in quick succession, and the grief felt unbearable. Palo-Mei reached out and ran a finger over her mother's name, feeling the cool black stone of the wall under her touch. Why? Why did they have to die? It was so unfair. Anger suddenly flooded through her and she raised her bionic arm, intending to slash their names from the wall.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Palo-Mei paused and turned at the sound of the voice. Behind her stood the major, Kiara-Ne. Slowly Palo-Mei lowered her arm and frowned.
"What are you doing here?" she asked moodily.
"I've come to pay my respects," Kiara-Ne said calmly, her eyes glowing softly as she looked at the names.
"Then you should have gone to their funerals," Palo-Mei snapped.
Kiara-Ne glanced at the younger woman.
"I don't do funerals," she said.
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