http://fiercerhyena.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] fiercerhyena.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_9 2010-02-08 03:08 am (UTC)

Grim Eyes didn't like this ship, but that wasn't going to keep her from exploring. It was new territory, unfamiliar territory, and even though she smelled predators around every corner, there had to be a place she could stake out for herself.

She smelled a predator now.

He was male, that much her nose told her (too many males on the damn ship), but he wasn't hyena. He wasn't even related - he smelled more like wolf. No, not like wolf - like dog, like a mangy city dog. That also smelled like a wolf, bizarrely. She turned the corner and stopped.

That wasn't a dog. Wasn't a wolf either. That was a human man with a creepy ghostlight around him. In fact, the creepy ghostlight stretched out farther, and just as Grim Eyes was starting to decide that creepy ghostlights and people that smelled like mangy dogs but weren't shouldn't be approached, she was somewhere else.

"Hooves of the Antelope, what is this?!" she yelped, looking around her wildly, clutching her spear and jumping backward away from the traffic until she felt her back hit the stone wall of the overpass. A stream of growls and curses came from her throat and the strange wolf-dog-man was forgotten for now.

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