Another Day

The sun creeps out from behind the snow-capped, onyx mountains. As the rays pierce through into a city, small to large, wood to metal, doors open as people rush through, some momentarily blinded by the bright rays. The people greet and pass each other in search of their own destination. Some in a rush and others in a calm stroll, everyone's breath adds to the fog engulfing the city. Children hide in the shadows, waiting for others to pass, while the adults crowd the largest of streets, looking for their exit. As everyone goes about their day, below the city, a creature stirs, opening one of its many eyes.

Surrounded almost completely by columns of varying widths, each growing slightly bigger every day, it shifts its massive body onto a single gigantic leg, cracking the ground. It shifts on to another leg, centering out, and then rises, shifting onto 4 other muscular legs. Its head carves a notch in the cieling, dislodging several types of gems and rare minerals. The glistening rain shatters against the vermillion floor, scattering in a blooming flower. It rumbles through a hole between the columns, smashing growing stalagmites and stalactites, into a tunnel. As each footfall vibrates the cavern walls, waking millions of bats and birds, it strides onto an open plain. The sun blazing overhead, it unfolds its giantic wings, a pair on its upper and lower back.

As that sun refracts off the wings, several people, dressed in ceremonial robes, enter from the opposing end. They climb the steps of a single temple, an oasis in a desert, carrying a casket of papers. The casket is set down on top of a ruby pedestal and is opened, the lid sliding to the ground. The beast strides to the pyramid, its jagged tails swaying. The people bow down on the ground as the beast's head levels with the top of the ancient structure. Its sclare darkening and a sapphire geams from its iris and pupil. Scrolls rise from the casket and unravel in the air. The scrolls hover feet above the casket and the beast's eyes glow.

20th Even of Joan, Mare-kic

Another job, another day. Running through the alleys from thugs, searching for my little money case. Oh where, oh where, are you, you little kitty. Man, powerful people just have all kinds of strange fetishes, the object of desire, not the dirty stuff, well not this time. This time's a little kitty... which I'm starting to doubt is very accurate description, considering the massive collections of sedatives and guns I've dashed past and through. The guards aren't so bad, regular police. The inhabitants... could be a little nicer, not toting katanas and grenades, the psycho suicides. Bam! Another one, they're getting twitchy, not good. They're carrying the grenades, I thought they were ready, but no, every one of them is nervous as hell, making this hundreds of times harder.

Oh, hello, a giant steel door with a monitor scanning the inside, now if that wasn't so tempting. What?! Crap... this is not good. I just had to be watching when the stupid thing crossed. I'm never accepting a job from a rich noble, no matter how clean they seem. Now to open the th- shit, crap. When the hell did they take out the guns. Dashing between gunfire is not the way I like to live, not when I have to open a couple doors. Well, hello... maybe it is not so bad anymore, finally found the controls to the door. Carily starting to watch over me again?

So creepy, giant steel doors that open with a hiss and groan, why keep the stupid thing at all if it takes that much time. Oh, right, to keep the big cat contained, how the hell did they steal him. A giant Siberian Tiger staring me in the face, little kitty indeed. Now, how the heck am I supposed to get him out and fol... dang. Being chased by soldiers or chased by a 5 tons killer kitty, the kitty has more pride in it, kitty it is. Dangling my arm infront of a carnivous cat like a fish to a dolphin, same concept anyway. Bait and run, I shouldv'e thought this through more, stupid thing can run faster than I can. How do you forget this sort of thing.

38th Even of Lorn, Mare-kic

Carily has strange and spiteful tricks. We got away from Sola at her nest, vicious eaters, bones and weapons everywhere. Brought, well, dragged her to my second hide-away, bad idea. It's too dark, why? Because I'm chased, don't need people looking in. She opens the windows and lets the scorching sun blaze in. It's so messy, why don't you clean up? Because I never have people here, besides me. She pushes the stacks of articles and clothes out the window. Where's the bathroom? Upstairs... WAIT! She goes upstairs and starts the water, scolding hot. I get upstairs to find her half-undressed, she's screaming again and throws 1 of my treasures, I get hit. It gets better, my contact comes as the water stops. He tells me I'm to house her indefinitely, I'm strangling him.

So, I'm housing this woman, well physically, behavior-wise she's a child, and have to keep her safe until my contact comes back. She wants this, she needs that. What did I do? I chained her up in my room and gave her basic necessities, food, clothes, water. Would have kept her chained, if she didn't make an even bigger racket. Pissed me off, I have to take care of this spoiled princess-type that thinks this is a camping trip, her kind. I'm constantly tempted to throw her out or just forcibly bind her again. Those thoughts are gone, I caught her crying in her sleep. Well, more like I was sleeping and she snuggled up into my bed next to me and started sobbing. She won't be quiet during the day, now she's bugging me during sleep. Not that I'm not empathetic, I barely have any memories before this, but the ones I do are great ones and make me sad when I think to much about them. So, I turn over and hold her, soothing her, her tears slowing and snuggling closer to me.

Then she starts sleep talking. Mother, I did this and Mom, please. That pissed me off, do I seem motherly? But, that would explain why Carily helps me out so much, even though she likes females. I listen to her mummers and cuddle her when she starts getting quieter. She recounts her strolls, her manipulating of suitors, her training, it all putting a smile to my face. I couldn't help it, this girl is so brilliant, but I keep putting her off-balance, it was funny. Then a thought hit me, what if I could get her to help me? A partner never came up before, but it would make life more interesting. She wakes and smacks me, that has to stop, at least when it's her fault anyway.

35th Night of Lorn, Mare-kic

It wasn't a bad day when the police chased me, I'm a thief, I'm used to it. It wasn't a bad day when my targets started shooting at me, I can kill, so it's only fair. It wasn't a bad day when I was trapped in a dead-end, I've gotten out of worse. It WAS a bad day when I realized my target today wasn't an object, but a person, so I've upgraded from thief to would-be kidnapper. Now, why was it a bad to me that I was a kidnapper now, when I stole and killed before? Easy, people fight, things don't. People need taking care of until the trade, things, you just need to be careful not to drop it. People make noise, things are quiet.

So, I'm trapped, blocked between a wall and people that want to, a) kill me or b) catch me, now neither is a good option at this point, I had taken the contract to get it, well, her. I could fight them, I'm okay with killing, but she would probably go hysterical with me covered in blood, I could do without that. So that leaves me of scaling this 15-foot brick wall. No big deal. A run against this wall, a jump to the other, and a couple seconds of treading air and I've got my hands on the top. Now to just pull myself up out of this shooting gallery. There done, halfway to my goal. Jumping from roof to roof is really easy, if there are not spikes in my target's home, castle. I mean really, the guy was just asking to be stolen from, who builds a freaking castle in the middle of a bustling trade center. Stuck-up prick. I'm scaling the wall to my target, she's hid away at the highest point, typical, couldn't make it easy for a guy to make his money. So, I open the window and pull myself in, and guess what, I find the owner of the freaking palace, holding a shotgun a breath away from to my face.

Now, really, the ONLY way this could go worse was if he pulled the trigger, shotgun IN face, as it was. Then, he looks me over and drops the gun and goes over to the door and pulls out his daughter, now I'm cautious, things have never gone up this fast. The girl walks up next to me, and well, I feel her up, not the first time, but the most obvious. She slams me into the wall with her legs, dang she's strong. Why feel her up when she had the face? I'm no stranger to body-double, heck, I'm the exact same as the holic prince, save manners, kind as he is, I couldn't stand playing pacifier to a bunch of rich babies, and I'm no way related so it wouldn't ever come to me anyway.

Pinned against the wall and her foot, her face a scarlet sun, she's yelling at her dad. Noticing now, she's dressed to run, I look puzzled towards the man, but questions are put on hold. Feet to stairs, lots of them and heavy. I slip from my hold and, grabbing her by the waist, jump out the window, greeted by the twin moons. Now we're high, really high, I mean 'clouds are equal to us' high, and I jumped with neither a rope nor a plan, just how I like it. Carily, mischievous as she was, is a good goddess, sure, she's had mood swings, but what woman hasn't, and she's looked out for me over the years. Today, she surprised me by having a carnivorous tiger hawk pick us up, I'm sure it has something to do with my screaming charge. Man, she didn't shut up, she's yelling at her dad then screaming as we fall, now she's trying to escape the talons. Better to fight out way later, then plummet to death now. The tiger hawk is taking us out of the city, towards the rising, burning ball that is our sun, so I name her Sola, I suspect she's a her, just cause Carily had a thing for other women.

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