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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
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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