[Screenshots] Final Fantasy XIV

I basically log into WoW for two reasons these days: One is for RP, the other is for raiding. This used to be twice a week, but due to the state of the expansion and recruiting difficulties, we opted not to pursue Mythic bosses. So at present we’re down to only one raid night, and even then I think a lot of people are not really feeling it.

Most nights, my raid team can be found over on Final Fantasy XIV. I played this for a couple of months previously, but I ended up cancelling my subscription because I just don’t have time to play three games regularly. The fee is an issue too, though not as much — it’s cheaper than both WoW and SWTOR. As I’m still having fun in SWTOR, I don’t plan to cancel that one anytime soon. But my friend did want help with the Valentine’s day event, and I admit that I’d like to be able to play with my raid friends as well. So I put some time on my account, only a month worth and it’s a timecard, so I can choose if and when I decide to pay again. I haven’t yet decided if I will move a character over to their server or not, it’s really busy and comes with all of the pros and cons of living on a busy server.

The game is a lot of fun, even if I feel lost a lot of the time. I’m still very much a newbie when it comes to, well, everything. But my cat is very cute. I made him to resemble my WoW druid, and he even was named after him.

I think he kinda looks like Tom Cruise… not intentional.

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Hooray for plaid!

[Story] A Story a Week 6

[[ Prompt: A story about finding something that has been lost.

I’ve always been very sentimental about my toys, so when I saw this prompt I knew I had to write about a precious old teddy bear.

The bear in the story is a 1947 white Steiff bear, he might look something like this: ]]

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The first place that the bear could remember was the shop. He couldn’t remember how he had got there, but now and then he saw trucks come with other toys, so he deduced that’s the way he must have come too. There were a great many other toys in the shop, crowded close together, but the bear didn’t mind. He found it cheerful to have so many friends, except when some of them would leave. People would come into the shop and choose a toy, sometimes two, maybe even more. Then the bear would be lonely for a time,  until the truck brought new friends for him. He did not know where the other toys went, but surely it must be somewhere exciting. Not that the store wasn’t nice; it was. It looked out onto a small street, and from his place in the window the bear could watch the people walking to and fro, watch the cars rumble past. Sometimes there was a person walking a dog, or sometimes a bird would perch nearby. Those were exciting. But the best was when the children would come to peer into the window, their eyes alight with excitement as they looked at the toys. The bear had bright white fur and shiny black eyes, and a red silk ribbon tied around his neck. He thought he looked very handsome, and if he only waited patiently, someone would choose him.

Then, one day a man came into the store. He looked around carefully at all the toys, and the bear could tell that he was a thoughtful person. He smiled when he saw the bear, and the bear thought his heart might burst from excitement. You will be perfect, the man said, and the bear thought his stitched smile must have grown just a little bigger. The man paid for the bear, and tucked him into his shoulder-bag. He made sure that the bear’s head poked out so he could see, and have some air. The bear thought that went to show again what a thoughtful person he was. The weather outside was warm, and the bear felt the sunshine warm his fur. How wonderful it was! And how exciting that he was going with a person at last! He didn’t know exactly what would happen, but he knew that somehow it would be something good. The bear and the man rode in a car, and then they went onto an airplane. The bear knew this because the man explained it to him. The airplane had many other men on it, all with the same clothes as the man, but none of the others had bears. The bear thought they all should have brought one. For a time the bear watched out the window, feeling amazed at the fluffy clouds rushing past, but he grew tired and fell asleep. When he awoke, he and the man were walking down the steps of the plane, onto the ground. There, a beautiful lady smiled and waved to them. The lady held a little baby, who was hardly bigger than the bear himself. The man hugged and kissed them both, and then he took the bear from his bag, and gave him to the baby. She made a happy sound and started to chew on the bear’s paw. He thought it was the most wonderful thing he had ever felt.

The bear lived in his baby’s crib most of the time; he kept watch over her while she slept. When she was awake, she liked to pick him up. Sometimes she would hug him, but other times she was a little less gentle, and sometimes she tossed him onto the floor. The bear was patient and never was cross with the baby, because he knew she didn’t know any better. The lady always came in and brushed him off, and then put him back beside his friend. At night, while the baby slept, sometimes the bear would watch the stars, and wish upon them. He wished that he could stay here with his baby, for always.

But the baby grew, as babies grew. This was a most exciting time for the bear, because he and his girl went on so many adventures. Though the girl had other toys, it was plain to see that the bear was her favorite. He rode in the pram with the dolls, and sometimes wore their clothes. The bear himself found it a bit silly, but they kept him warm, and if it made his girl happy that was all that mattered. He sat at tea parties with the dolls, always using his best manners. He suspected that the dolls thought he was coarse and rough, so he always did his best to use the right spoon and hold his paw the right way. Sometimes the girl would take him for adventures outside, and that was his favorite. Some summer nights, they would sleep in a tent in the yard, and the girl would cuddle him close as she slept. The bear was always alert for any strange sounds or wild animals, and ready to defend his girl if he needed. Sometimes the bear did get injured. Once or twice, the girl brought him to the lady because one of his seams had come open. The bear didn’t like that, because he always spent a day or two in the sewing basket, which was terribly boring and not fun at all. The stitching itself didn’t hurt, but the bear thought it was terribly undignified to have his legs sticking out like that. But afterward, it was soon forgotten and he was ready to play again.

The girl grew, and the bear started to feel a bit small next to her now. She was so tall that she had to stoop to pick him up. She still played with him, but not as much. Most of the time, he stayed on her bed, snuggled between the two pillows. He thought it a great honor to be trusted to guard the bed, but he couldn’t help miss their adventures a little. At night, she still cuddled him close, which made everything okay again. But then, one day, the bear found himself placed on the dresser. Now and then the girl would notice him and give him a pat, but it was rare. The bear wondered if his fur had grown too dirty, or if he had too many worn places. Or maybe he had another seam open that he hadn’t noticed. If only she would notice him! Then they could fix it and play together again.

That didn’t happen though. The girl grew even more, until she looked like a grown-up. Her mother came to help her pack her things to go away. The bear wished that he could cry. What would become of him? He learned the answer to that soon enough. The girl’s mother put him into a box with some other toys, the ones who lived under the bed. The bear recognized them, and felt sorry for them too, but mostly he felt sorry for himself. It wasn’t fair, he had been her favorite! The box was closed and put away in the attic. The bear didn’t know how long he stayed there, it was impossible to tell because it was always dark. Sometimes it was very hot, and that meant it was summer, but other times it was very cold, and that was winter. The bear tried to count but he wasn’t very good at counting, and he soon forgot. For a time he talked to the other toys in the box, but they soon lost hope and fell silent, and they wouldn’t answer him at all. The bear wondered how long he would stay there.

Then, quite suddenly one day, the bear felt the box being moved. It was brought down and out into the front yard. The bear saw the girl and his heart leapt with joy! Surely she would remember him and scoop him up and cuddle him, just like she used to. But that didn’t happen. The girl wrote on the box and then went to the next. The bear felt his stitched mouth droop sadly. A lot of people came to look in the boxes. Some of them picked him up, but they were rough, not like the girl. Then a lady with very long hair paused to look at him. The bear had a nice feeling about her. She picked him up and gave the girl money for him. She didn’t even say goodbye.

For the second time, the bear got to ride in a car. They drove through forests and over a bridge, and up and down hills. His new house was smooshed in between two other houses. The bear thought it looked uncomfortable, but it was all right once you got inside. There was a girl there, too, and the bear felt cautiously hopeful. For a time things were good, almost like the old days. The bear sat on the new girl’s bed among her dolls, and some other animals. Most were bright and new, their fur soft and fluffy, not old and thin like his. They never said anything to him about it, but the bear felt ashamed of his appearance all the same. The girl liked to listen to records a lot, which the bear enjoyed a great deal. Sometimes the girl would pick him up and dance with him. That was his favorite. It was during one of these dances that he tore a seam, and the bear knew what would come next. Except this mother didn’t have a sewing basket, so he just went away again, into another box in another attic. The bear felt it was unfair to punish him so for something he couldn’t control. He was old and his seams weren’t as good as they once were. He’d had a great many adventures, and sometimes you get injured on adventures. He didn’t even have any other toys to talk to, only some clothes. They were comfortable, but not very talkative. The bear lost all hope. Who would ever want him now, with his thin fur and his open seam? Even his lovely ribbon had frayed and fallen off years ago.

When the bear’s box opened again, he was at a shop. The bear was amazed to see that there were other bears there, a whole shelf of them. Most of them were old too. This cheered him, perhaps there was hope after all. The store had a great many dolls as well, and though the bear thought dolls were usually too haughty, some of them looked friendly. The man at the shop was old, but he treated the bear very kindly. He first gave the bear a bath with a cloth, scrubbing out his dirt. Then he sewed up the seam with good strong thread, and he even gave the bear a new ribbon. The bear felt as good as new, and ready for his girl to come back for him. She was surely a grown-up now, but almost everyone who came into the shop was a grown-up. The bear thought that a little strange, because it was a shop full of dolls and bears. He enjoyed talking to them, because they all had stories about their child, but all of them ended similarly to the bear’s. It made him feel sad after a while, wondering if he would ever see her again.

He stayed at that shop for a long time. Some of the others went, while others came, but not as often as they had at the first shop. One day a lady came and looked him over carefully, and she took him home. The shop keeper wrapped him carefully in crinkly paper, which the bear thought was great fun. When they arrived home, the lady took him to a cabinet which was full of other old bears. It had glass, so he could not get down and go anywhere, which the bear thought was a little boring. Like the dolls and bears in the shop though, they were all interesting to talk to, and they all had stories to tell. One of the bears was impressed by him, saying that he was from a far-away place and probably worth a lot of money. The bear didn’t know if that was true or not. He wasn’t sure how many money anyone had paid for him. He would have rather had his girl back, anyway. The cabinet was nice, but it was so quiet and there was no one to play with. Most of all, the bear missed being cuddled at night while his girl slept.

Some years later, the lady’s son came to take all of the bears out of the cabinet. They took everything out of the house, all the furniture and clothes and everything. They were being sold, said one of the other bears, at an auction. The bear didn’t know what that was, but one little old man bought all of the cabinet bears all together. They were put into boxes, which the bear hated by now. If he never saw another box again, he would be happy. They were driven to another shop, this one with all sorts of old things in it. The old man arranged the bears on a shelf in the shop. They were near a shelf with glass dishes and bowls, all in bright colors. The bear thought they were very beautiful, and would be perfect for a tea party. People came to the shop often, though not many stopped by the bears’ shelf. They bought other old toys sometimes, or records, or tools. The bear didn’t know what all of them were. He could feel the dust settling into his fur, making his eyes cloudy. Surely no one would want him looking like this!

One day a girl came, with her grandmother. Look, Grandma Helen, said the girl. She walked over to the bear and picked him up carefully. He had a little paper tag tied around his wrist. Doesn’t this look just like your old bear? She handed the bear to the old lady, and as soon as she held him, the bear knew.

I don’t believe it, said the grandmother, her fingers touching the bear’s nose, his ears, the ribbon on his neck. It’s my Snowy.

[Screenshots] SWTOR KotFE – Chapter 10

The latest chapter came out today, it was all right, mostly I’m excited about getting boatloads of great screenshots of Kazta. Next one is the one I really care about :P

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[Story] Thorns -Complicated

One rare afternoon, the shop is quiet. Maybe the weather; it’s dark and cloudy and threatens to snow or rain or both. I still have plenty of orders to work on, I’ve been slowly catching up on them over the last couple of weeks. Rose is doing paperwork at the counter, I think Josie is helping Pup with his schoolwork, but I’m not sure. I figure now’s as good a time as any. I tell her I want to talk, and she looks surprised but she says, “Then talk.” But not here. I don’t really want everyone listening, and I could use some fresh air. I suggest that we get lunch somewhere nice, maybe the place in the mage’s district.

I’m not even sure exactly what I want to say. Ultimatums and demands don’t work on her, and I don’t know what I’d demand anyway. I guess I just want to know where things stand, again. I seem to ask that a lot. We take a carriage because it’s warmer, but we don’t talk on the ride over. She watches people outside of the windows, so I do as well. It feels strange riding in a carriage, but I suppose she did often back in Gilneas, though that was a lifetime ago. Sometimes I wonder how much of it she remembers.

I ordered something warm, some sort of beef stew with a sandwich, and she got the same. While we wait for the food, she asks about how the trip to the Ghostlands went. I tell her about sleeping in the ruined building, about the school and Nash pretending to be a student. She found that part amusing. I left out some of the details, not because I’m hiding anything, but I just didn’t think she needed to know. Then again, maybe she knows anyway. She said that it sounded as if we had a profitable business going, and I wasn’t sure how to take that. Sure, it was, but it was a one-time thing, I doubt we’ll have strange mages coming up and asking for books every month. Besides, she needs me at the shop, right? She said that she did. I couldn’t tell if it was a hint that we should move on, or not. My mind always goes to the worst possible outcome, maybe she was just making a comment.

The wine is pretty good too, at least from what I know about wine. Nobody has Gilnean wine anymore, but this place found a bottle in the cellar, so I bought it. I think she did smile a little at that. She’d unpinned her hair on the ride over, and it hung over her shoulders in dark waves. She has no business looking that beautiful. I wish I could just ignore it, ignore all of it. Things would be so much simpler. I would just do my work and that’s it. But it isn’t that simple. I told her what Josie said, and she seems surprised. But she didn’t deny it. So now I wonder if it’s really true.

I told her I missed her while we were away, because I did. That didn’t change just because Nash was there. She said she might have missed me, a little. Good enough. I know her well enough to read what she’s really saying, which is that she doesn’t want to admit it. But what about Josie? Josie is fine. She won’t be too upset if Rose is away for a night, she knows where she’ll be. I know I’m a fool to keep trying, but I can’t help it. And it’s all just as good as I’d imagined. So I thought things were going great.

The next night, Nash and I went to meet the mage to give him the translated book in exchange for our payment. Mostly Nash’s payment, he’s the one who did most of the work. I proposed that, and at first he refused. I don’t understand that kid sometimes. Then he said he’d take it because he needed the money to find his own place. I was stunned. Had someone upset him, made him want to leave? He was warm at the shop, and a lot safer. He was upset because I’d stayed with Rose. I reminded him what I’d said back in the Ghostlands, that it could still happen. Nash had said he understood, but maybe now he didn’t. Now I felt like a jerk. I never wanted to hurt him, that was never the plan. But then he said something about me only being with him because she wasn’t there. And it stung because there was truth in it. I didn’t want to admit it, but yeah, maybe he was only there because she wasn’t. That’s not what I intended, I don’t want him to feel that way. I do care about him, I told him I enjoyed working together and doing other things, just talking or whatever. It didn’t sound very convincing when I said it, but I’m not good at saying those things. Especially to a guy. But it’s true. I wouldn’t hurt him on purpose. I mean sure, if she wasn’t in the picture it would be a lot less complicated. But she is, and I can’t change how I feel about her. I wish I could, I told him that. I hope he believed me, it seemed like he did. I thought everyone would be okay but I guess I should have figured that feelings are more complicated than that.

He also snuck out of the city that night. He went into some little place in the woods, and a gnome recognized him for an elf. He ran away, and had to kill two guards to get back into the city. I wanted to scold him for being stupid, but I guess he already knew that it was. I don’t want him taking crazy risks like that again. It’s dangerous enough that he’s here at all; now the guards are going to be extra alert for weeks. Oh, and he slept outside in an alley. Anything could have happened there. At least he promised he’d stay inside at night. Everyone at the shop cares about him, he must know that. Rose leaves him little cakes and Josie brings him mittens and ear warmers. They don’t want anything to happen to him either. I think he believed that at least, even if he’s not entirely sure about me. That’s all that matters.

[Story] Fairsong Academy – Vynlorin’s Journal

[[ Just a quick one today, everyone’s home and I can’t concentrate enough for anything complicated! ]]

It’s so weird to think that Keyalenn is a professor now. Well, I guess he isn’t really, but he’s going to help Professor Raleth with the frost classes, so he’s like a professor’s assistant. Which still makes it seem a little weird. He still seems like the same guy, but in the spring he’s going to be moving into his own house and he probably won’t come talk to us as often. Or maybe he’ll become boring because he’s a teacher! It’s so strange to think about how he used to get in trouble for doing pranks all the time, that’s why he had to leave his old school. Now he’s all serious and responsible. I guess that’s good, but I kind of miss the old Keyalenn sometimes, or at least hearing the stories about his pranks. I suppose I’m a little jealous too, I wish I could be moving into my own house with Xarola, though I would miss talking to the guys as well. Keyalenn and Lora aren’t even married yet, which I thought would be against the rules but he said it’s okay since they are engaged. I wish I could afford to buy Xarola a ring, then we could too. All of the money I get from selling flowers and herbs goes to pay for my books and robes and supplies. I don’t want to ask my family for money because they’re already paying for me to go here. We aren’t poor exactly, but they don’t really have extra money, almost everything goes back into the business. The reason I can even go to magic school at all is because this one costs so much less than the ones in Silvermoon. I know Xarola’s family doesn’t have a lot either, it’s just her and her mother. And I think she’d probably like any ring I got but I want it to be a nice one. Especially since Lora is going around showing hers off, it probably cost a ton. I don’t even know if Xarola would say yes either, I mean I think she would, but there’s always a chance she wouldn’t. She might want to travel first or move somewhere else, or maybe her mother arranged someone for her in the city, who knows.

Maybe I could bring it up at the goblin day party. We don’t normally have one here at the school, but I thought it might be fun because it’s an excuse to dance and eat a lot of cake and spinach rolls. So what if it’s a made up goblin holiday! Salastion seemed to like the idea, and one of the new guys. He has a really weird name, it’s like Gull or something. I haven’t had time to talk to most of the new students, between all my classes, and I feel kind of bad about it. But at least we talked a bit last night. He seemed to like the idea too, but he didn’t know which girl he should invite. He suggested that we just invite all the girls and then we could dance with them there, I guess that could work. I explained how they always talk about us though, like secret stuff that they won’t tell you about. I’ve tried asking Xarola, believe me. The new girls seem nice though, I’m sure they’d be willing to dance with them. I am glad I don’t have to worry about who I am going to dance with! Unless she doesn’t want to of course. I told Gull to get some flowers or chocolate for the girl he likes, or those dragon books. They all seem to like those. I think there’s a new one out now, Xarola has been carrying a book around and hiding it inside one of her study books. I don’t know why she’s so embarrassed about it!

[Story] A Story a Week 5

[[ Prompt: A story set in London

Okay, so I cheated a little bit, because I’ve never been to London. Well, I was there for one hour in the airport on a layover, but that doesn’t really count. I found the idea of setting a story in a city I’d never been really challenging and I struggled to think of what to write. In the end I opted for another modern werewolf story, set in the same ‘rules’ as the week 3 (fairy tale) story, but I chose London, Ontario because it fit a bit better. Also, there’s already a movie about werewolves in London that you may have heard of… Anyway, I’ve never been to London, Ontario either, but hopefully it works. ]]

Sabine straightened the pile of printouts before tucking them into the safety of her slim black briefcase. Technically speaking, they weren’t to remove anything from the lab, but nearly everyone had left around noon to beat the oncoming snowstorm. That, and her supervisors rarely complained when she completed an analysis over the weekend, days before the expected due date.

“Doing some light reading over the weekend, huh?” Brassel hadn’t left the lab yet. Of course he hadn’t. He leaned against the storage cabinet, blocking the doorway. He smelled of that cheap cologne that he always wore, and he smelled faintly of the bologna he’d eaten for lunch, making Sabine’s stomach flip over. She couldn’t remember his first name, though he’d certainly told her more than once. Like all of the lab personnel, his surname was stitched in neat blue lettering over his front pocket.

Sabine scooped the last of the papers into her briefcase. “I just have some things I want to finish. I don’t expect we’ll be open for the next couple of days.

Brassel made a clucking sound of disappointment. Sabine could feel his eyes on her, but she pretended not to notice. “You work too hard, Rhodes. It’s supposed to be a vacation. You should relax, go out or something.” She knew what came next; the same tired proposal he tried every time he spoke to her.

“I really can’t,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sorry, not at all. She just wanted to get out and on the road before the snow became too heavy. She could already see it falling through the small window, fat flakes brushing the glass.

“Well, if you change your mind,” Brassel said, but Sabine didn’t let him finish. She pushed past him into the hallway, stopping at her locker to collect her coat and boots. She was relieved that he didn’t follow her, perhaps he actually had the sense to want to beat the storm too.

Sabine held the briefcase tight against her chest as she trotted to the parking lot; though the case was leather and water-proof, she didn’t want to risk the pages being damaged. Her little white car already wore a lace of snowflakes, and she brushed them from the windshield with her coat sleeve, and tossed the briefcase onto her passenger seat. The drive took longer than normal; everyone else in the city seemed to have the same idea, and traffic snarled nearly every street. Sabine glanced over to the briefcase, as if to be sure it was still there. She couldn’t be upset at the storm, because it was giving her the chance to work on her side project in peace. The pages contained the printouts of the gene she’d spent the last months decoding, the one she’d nicknamed Sirius. It was still a secret at this point, of course. She hadn’t dared breathe a word about it to anyone at the lab, they’d think she was crazy. Or worse. There were still more tests to be done, more experiments to run — for one, Sabine wanted to compare the gene from a male subject, to see if and how it different from an active gene. She strongly suspected that it acted as a “carrier” in those individuals. She also suspected that certain proteins must be present for the gene to express itself, and those had to be isolated. Perhaps there could even be a test to detect — it sounded crazy just to think it. Sabine shook her head. A year ago, she would have thought so too, but things had changed. A lot.

She’d had difficulty adapting at first, accepting what was happening to her. Four different doctors had no idea what was wrong with her, they all proclaimed her in perfect health. The heightened senses had been the first symptom, being able to hear and smell things she’d never been aware of before. Hours of Googling had not produced any answers there, either. Her first change was much more dramatic, and Sabine was ever grateful that she lived alone and didn’t have to try to explain away her strange behavior. More searching didn’t produce anything useful, though she tried every sort of folk remedy she could find: wolfsbane (ordered dried from a shop on eBay), silver, holy water. She did find an obscure message board, tucked away in the corners of the internet, sorted by geographic region. Sabine spent hours that night, clicking each and every one of the messages on the Eastern Canada sub-section. Maybe they were crazy, maybe they weren’t. Sabine became more convinced that some of them, at least, were telling the truth. After all, if it was happening to her, it was possible that it was happening to others as well. Months of lurking later, Sabine finally registered to the board, and sent a message to another user, calling herself “Lucky”. It turned out that she lived in London as well, and the two had struck up a friendship. Things, as they say, snowballed from there. Lucky assured her that the board was a meeting place for people like them, that they existed all over North America. In fact, they often gathered in Springbank Park due to its size and isolation. And Lucky told her that all of them were women, though nobody knew why. That had begun all of it, launched Sabine’s personal research project. She had been correct in that it was linked to the human X chromosome, but that was all she had learned thus far. She still hadn’t enough data for a formal paper, and she feared the reaction once it was published. It sounded crazy.

When Sabine finally pulled into her driveway, the snow was already about three inches deep. It was coming down fast. She wanted nothing more than to change into a pair of warm pajamas and curl up on the couch with her work. But even as she stood in the entryway, taking off her coat and boots, the telephone rang. It was Lucky.

“Hey, Sabine.” She was as perky as ever. Sabine didn’t know how anyone could be in such a good mood all of the time. But her enthusiasm was contagious. “You want to go get dinner? Waldo’s or something?”

Sabine held back a groan. “It’s awful outside. I bet they’re not even open tonight.”

“Aww,” Lucky sighed, and Sabine could hear her frowning through the telephone. “Well what about take-out, we could watch movies or something.”

Though she would appreciate Lucky’s company on most other evenings, Sabine didn’t want to delay her work any further. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I wish I could. I have a lot of work to do. I brought home the gene.”

Lucky was one of the few people who knew about Sabine’s project. After all, it affected her too, didn’t it? “Oh!” her voice was back to its usual level of enthusiasm. “Okay! Let me know how it goes, okay. And don’t forget there’s a gathering tomorrow.”

Sabine had in fact forgotten. She didn’t enjoy the gatherings particularly, but she still went out of a sense of obligation. And it was interesting to meet all of the others. Sometimes there were new faces, and she was determined to find out how this was so. The typical movie and television websites weren’t any help there. She knew for a fact that she hadn’t been bitten by anything. Sabine set the phone in its cradle and went back to the entryway, where she’d left her briefcase.

It was empty. Muddy tracks, still wet, led out the open front door. There were two sets, one larger and one smaller, and their scent still lingered in the air. Sabine rushed out onto the porch, but the snow was already filling in their tracks, and it would be impossible to follow in the blinding snow. She cursed under her breath, slamming the front door shut and locking the deadbolt. How could this have happened? And who would steal her research? Sabine looked again at the paw prints, a jumble on her formerly clean tile floor. She could only think of one person with tracks that large, an intimidating woman called Tara whom Sabine had never even spoken to. The smaller set had to belong to Daisy, the tiny blonde who followed her around. Sabine was not one for conflict, but she knew she would have to confront them tomorrow at the gathering. Tonight, though, she was angry and frustrated. She dropped to her knees, her fingers lengthening into paws, and she strode out into the swirling snowstorm.

[OOC] Legion Alpha Concerns

Hey look, it’s me complaining about Legion again!

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