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-DSD- Plans and PreparationsDespite being rudely awoken by her roommate who'd called out her name in a motherly manner, the Vixen was glad to know that her head didn't feel heavy and bothered by her stressed thoughts yesterday. Propping herself up on an arm, Sagacious gently rubbed her eyes with the back of her tattooed hand as they adjusted to the lamp-lit room. "Why did you have to wake me up at this hour of the night?"
"It's morning, obviously," replied the grinning Wolf, who'd closed the bathroom door behind her as she dried her hair and neared the beds.
After glancing at the clock above the television set, Sagacious replied, "It's only four in the morning! What is so important that you have to wake me up this early?"
"I want you to accompany me to the dining room, silly," said Eliza with a cheeky grin, leaving the damp towel at the foot of her wooden bed before plopping herself onto the mattress belly first. "Please?"
"Why should I?" sighed Sagacious, looking at the clock instead of her friend's begging eyes
-OS- Ritualistic ApproachCold, dry air slowly circulated around his lungs, the silence of many corridors above him creating an ominous ring that would shatter at the sound of a footstep. At this hour of the night, most denizens of this mansion have already gone off to bed, while the remainder are in the living room two floors below. Either they were having a good show to catch, or a family session was going on, where each and every one would share today's experiences with one another and have a good laugh about it, regardless if they are even related or not. Though the floors in between every storey are designed to be sound-absorbing, anything that's stuck on a wall isn't.
His lids shot up, registering the environment before him in this vast, moonlit room. Notches and stains of varying sizes – some of which have unknown origins – littered the floor that he stood on, stretching from one end of the room to the other. The tall drawn windows of this room, that led into the open balco
ink never lastI have lived by this rule for as long as I could think
A lesson that appeared in a blink of an eye
To sink would be easy; going up is another story
Link your thoughts together; avoid terminus
As simple as that.
Be wary of chance that comes in a sliver
Like a silver lining in the clouds above
Teeter and waver will they always be
But to savour the harvest is always worth a shot
As simple as that.
Avoid being accustomed to a certain class
There's always a chance that a glass would shatter
Releasing tears onto grass like a torrent of torment
The bass is sounded; prepare for reparations
As simple as that.
Ink should always be kept in a bottle
Never should one lavish in brief memories
Last will be the one who never prepares
Changes occur on a whim
As simple as that.
-DSD- Matters Go OnThe colours of sunset painted the ceiling that Sagacious was staring at, emitting a warm glow that had held onto her attention span for quite a while. The radiator below the window did a smooth work by repelling any unwanted silence from reaching her ears, and the warmth was welcoming in this relatively cool day. It has been quite a long while since she'd last seen an Apotos sunset. In fact, she felt at peace under the influence of these elements of an ideal home mesmerising her. How long has it been since she'd last seen a scene like this?
Not wanting to doze off, she sat up, stretched her arms, and went to the window to see the horizon and the wind-swept fields below it. Not too long ago, before Roslan rested in his room after having brought his and the girls' luggage without the help of Souris, he had made a prediction that it would rain heavily tonight. When Eliza asked him for solid evidence, he merely pointed at the approaching gloomy clouds to his left, against the direction of
Always been like thisAlthough the chitter-chatter from both the cafe that he's in and the passersby going about on their own business in the mall, Devon can still hear the hushed whispers coming from certain tables around him. It was obvious to him that these hushed whispers were discussions regarding him and his devil-like appearance, particularly his scorpion tail and leathery wings. He didn't bother to pay any attention to them, having expected such a behaviour from the local populace of this town before he'd even stepped into Snowgarden Cafe, based on his experience.
He had volunteered to stay in this cafe whilst the rest of the group went about their own business, after all. And besides, he needed a cup of mocha to calm that buzzing inside of his skull. Seated near the entrance of the cafe, Devon had positioned his wings well behind him and hid the stinger of his tail underneath his table. Being the main discussion was bad enough, but receiving complaints of accidental poisoning if
Villains have a life as well, you know?"You did a marvellous job at eliminating the problem, son," said the figure shrouded in darkness. "Do tell me, my boy, did you ensure that she will not return ever again?"
Despite the candelabras that burned intensively on either side of this curtain-drawn room, there wasn't enough light for anyone to see each other at all. But both occupant and visitor are able see each other in the dark.
Chauve-souris, still kneeling before his father, replied, "I have, Father, after I've shown you proof of my success."
Reaching behind him for the chest that he'd brought along, the young Bat flipped open the lock and dumped its contents onto the stone-cold floor. A body from inside hit the floor with a wet splat and rolled onto it's back so that it stared at the high ceiling of this grand room.
"Here she is," announced Chauve-souris as he whisked his only light source, a beam blade, out of his dimensional pocket and held it above the still, bloodied Maine Coon, shedding light upon
-DSD- Friendly BusinessAs much as she wished to tell Samuel to shut up and to leave her alone, Sagacious couldn't muster the courage to tell him off, after all that he has done to bring her back to his home. She didn't want to appear ungrateful to him. Instead, she avoided making eye contact with him and left him to inquire as much as he wanted to.
As far as she could remember, they'd only spent a year together in pre-school before the event forced her to move. It felt awkward that he was so full of concern for her, even though they hadn't made any contact with each other for years. With only a year spent together in pre-school, it was a surprise to the Vixen that he remained genial towards her. Shutting her eyes tight to ignore the pain, she curled inwards with her arms wrapped around her stomach and shook her head to rid of those thoughts.
"You shouldn't think about the things that bother you, Whitney," he assured with a gentle pat on her shoulder. "Now don't wander off, okay? I'll be ba
-DSD- Returning Mystery"Roslan, are you alright?" the Wolf was quick to ask, hurrying to his side before he collapses. "Did I say something that I shouldn't have said?" When he did not reply immediately, she shook his arm that she was holding onto and cried, "Answer me, you maniac! Please!"
Only when she'd stopped did he bring his left hand to his temple, scratching at it as he looked at the floor for an answer. "I... I think I might have stumbled upon a romantic scene...." He took in a deep breath, pulling himself together, before he resumed, "You know, the part when two mates deep in love are about to begin their–"
"By Ihra's Decree!" she gasped behind her hands, releasing him simultaneously. "Don't tell me... that they're actually... doing it?! And at this time of the day?!" The colour drained from her face as she went on with her hands thrown down, "We have to stop them, before Sagacious and her Prince Charming discover them!"
"Eliza, now's not the time to be dreaming about star-
-DSD- Getting the Hang of ItHe picked at a blade of grass and viewed it against the cloudy sky above. It has almost been an hour since Sagacious ran off screaming for her dear life with their client hot on her heels, a sight that both amused and confused him simultaneously. What was she afraid of anyway, and why did that Arctic Fox called her 'Whitney'? In fact, does she know him, and vice versa?
With a flick of his wrist, he threw the grass away and snapped at his fingers to clear his thoughts, only to unintentionally summon an Eliza to his side, her head looming above his. He frowned in disapproval at her, but there was little that he can do to stop this hyperactive Wolf from enjoying herself. "Need something?" he asked, his eyes upon the blue tent above.
She leaned back and looked up as well as she tapped her finger against her lips. One hopeful sign that she was thinking. "I don't know... Sagacious seemed out of her character just now–"
Or not. "Eliza," he cut into
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