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Date Posted: 12/29/04 12:12:46am Wed
The swan was in an uproar. Things were not pleasent where she now lived, a small cage in a room, a room with bars and a single man. She longed for sunlight and it was denied to her. She yerned for the breeze, and it had been taken away. Mournful honking echoed through the room, and the guard was getting annoyed. Why did he have to guard this bird.
Briefly he wondered what swan would taste like. Such a rare bird was never eaten, but it was just like any other kind of fowl. Gamey, perhaps a bit greasy.
But the guard was startled by his thoughts of cooking by the creaking of a metal door, and then being faced with the large eyes and muzzle of a wolf like creature.
"I can see into your heart."
Teeth bared, and the guard cringed in terror, eyes closing in expectation of a death that he was sure to receive.
But it never happened. Instead all he felt was a brush of fur, and he opened his eyes to see the tip of the chaos beast's tail leave the doorway once more. And it was quiet now. He whipped around to see his post, and his post was gone. Wyrd had taken the swan.
"Incompetence is not taken lightly. I am taking control of this city."
The four corpses of the slain assassins from Myuler's house still lain where they had been tossed by the house, and Wyrd played janitor and cleaned them up. But not in the way anyone would like to watch. His method of cleaning was to eat, and soon four became nothing more than smears of blood along rough fur.
"Even in your death, you serve someone. You serve me."
His eyes flashed violet, and a psionic wave rushed through the city, seeking out those that shared the same job in life, of assassin. The malicious intent of those that wished to kill, either by their will or someone elses ended up as nothing more than incapasitated bodies, ready to be shipped out of the city. He knew shadows were involved, he had smelled them on the sword that had slain Emi. But these assassins didn't use shadows the same as that one that had sought to attack Tyrsis.
Measures needed to be taken.
"Shadows of this plane, I unlock thee from your slumber. Shadowatchers, watch no more. Serve me, and help me repel this terror that seeks to drive fear into the hearts that remain in this place I seek to call home. Guard the shadows. Traalbetor, the first born. Colnae, the father of them all. By sounding your names, I am granted this boon that I demand."
Jewels sparkled in the shadows that lined the houses, and that lingered in places where the sun did not touch. Eyes shined from the light that came from the sun that reached its noonday height, and cat calls began to echo through the city. Violet jewels sparkled like lights from the shadows, and the shadows were alive. The violet jewel from which a feather swayed on Wyrd's head glittered to match its brothers, as he called upon, in full force, the gift he had devoured when he had eaten a shadowatcher, so long ago.
Only one cat form waltzed from the shadows, while the rest of the eyes vanished back into the darkness. The cat was transparent in the direct sunlight, and solidified when it came and stood in the shadow that Wyrd's standing form produced. The cat's violet jewel sparkled like the twighlight of night with a million stars. The power of the Nexus, the black hole, glimmered in that jewel. Traalbetor looked up at Wyrd with only his eyes, ancient eyes.
["You are not one of us, but you smell as we do. My siblings will not stray into the light, nor will they stay the shadows from being used by those with the ability to do so."]
Wyrd wrinkled his nose and turned his eyes from shadowatcher.
["They will, however,"]he continued, ["watch the many doorways into you world, for those that seek to do harm on those within this city. And they will tell you."]
"And what of you, first born? Why do you stray into the light your kind so hates." Wyrd's words were spiteful and apprehensive.
The shadow cat smiled.
["I was growing bored. It's been a long time since I've sent anyone into the Nexus. I am everywhere and no where. Wherever there is light, there a shadow, and I will be watching, and waiting."]
Traalbetor chuckled to himself lightly and sank into Wyrd's shadow back into his world. With the gates unlocked, there was much for him to do again.
With a snort Wyrd hefted the caged swan to his eyes.
"Now, what am I to do with you, Zenra."
The swan, now in silence, only looked at him.
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