Another Micro post. Hope you guys don't mind.
AN: Another Micro post. Hope you guys don't mind.
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"My son..." Gillian II Daleson said, "I just can't believe he's dead and I'm still here... fathers
shouldn't outlive their sons." That was an absolute truth no on was about tell the copper
leoman different.
"I'm sorry Gillian-San." Amy said.
Gillian looked at the little dirty white wolf who had taken him from his box in the attic. "....
I forgive you."
Amy's normal stalwart demeanor was disrupted by that answer, she didn't know how to
respond.
"I forgive the Big Bad Pack... I was always aware except when my mind was dreaming... I
remember the black and gold wolf apologizing for what that bastard did... and.. I've had a
lot of time to think about it and... considering how long forever is... it feels pointless... I
just can believe that bastard got away scout free..."
Penny said, "Trust me, I'm sure he got what was coming to him after the end like everyone
else."
"Gold and black wolf? You mean Blackie?"
"Who?"
"Patrick."
"There was a young wolf by that name, or did he just look young? He fought during the
War To End All Wars, didn't he?"
Amy and Penny looked at each other, they had another Leoman to bring up to speed on
history.
"He's not Alpha but he's still the Pack's Elder... that's him over there with the cubs and
pups..."
"... incredible, he's larger than I remember..."
"He's had time to grow." Mother Glen said.
"My granddaughter... Gillie... what is she like? Is she married?"
"To her work." Penny said. "She's police chief."
"I'm proud."
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A leoman with a dark brown mane and tawny gold fur walked to the house of Glendale's
police chief without fear or hesitation. After all, they were all one pride. Jacob walked
through the evening, his fur giving him the protection he needed, the night actually rather
a blessing with the sun now not bearing down on the fur coat he couldn't take off.
Of course the house was to a Leoman's scale, which meant the carpenters got a larger
penny out of building it as always. Jacob knocked on the door, "Gillie? Are you home? That
was you right? Are you okay?" He didn't get any response that was coherent. "Do I need to
call a doctor? Should I get Dr. Beta-Julie?"
Again, the noises weren't anything that sounded like language.
"Okay, I'm coming in." Jacob wasn't worried about a burglar, who'd be insane enough to
rob the house of the chief of police?
Jacob opened the door and found the spartan house, the only real decorations being new
paper clippings, mostly tabloids, of reports about the curse over the decades that weren't
covered up by the tourist trade.
"Dammitdammitfuckfuckfuckhowcouldthistherewasnoturnthisisimpossible!"
"Gillie? You smell aggravated..." Jacob followed the noise of the rantings to the bedroom,
and finally the bathroom, where he found his pride mate snarling, cursing and crying at the
sight of herself.
"GIllie! You look awful!"
Glowing green eyes in the dark room glared back at him, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? WHAT
ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOME!"
Jacob took several steps back, Gillie looked ready to kill. He laid his tail low and decreased
his stature and did his best to appear submissive, "Gillie... you're not well... it's me...
Jacob... we're part of the same Pride."
Gillie growled, "So, that's it eh? SCREW IT! Get out!"
"No way! You look awful! You sound awful! And you're barely making sense!"
Gillie held her hands to her head, "STUPID CURSE! Why couldn't I end up a happy little
brainwashed zombie like all the rest!"
"Gillie! What are you talking about?"
"It doesn't matter one damn because you'd think I was crazy! And I'm gonna end up in a
mental ward until the doctors convince me I'm crazy and tell me what to think! It's all over
again! It's all over again!"
"Gillie CALM DOWN!" Jacob took hold her shoulders, the copper lioness snarled in the
darkness and her claws came out and cut at his sides.
Jacob took several steps back, he didn't strike her back, that wasn't what was the civilized
thing to do. "GILLIE WAKE UP!"
"It's the rest of the world that can never ever wake up!"
Jacob then instead of trying to grapple her like was logical, he hugged her, he managed to
block her trying to knee him in the sheath, "Gillie, it's okay, I don't know what's wrong, but
I'm here for you. So is Marie. So is Sarbina. So is Trevor. So is Mother Glen!" He stroked her
down her back.
Gillie shivered over his strokes of her fur and down her tail, she shivered again, after about
a minute she finally stopped struggling, and began to cry, "Guess it doesn't matter now...
stupid game, stupid game, stupid witches, stupid curse... "
"Gillie? Is this about the game? What happened?"
"... fuck it... it doesn't matter.. not anymore... I thought I'd never have to through this
again.. I was an idiot... doesn't matter anymore... screw it..."
Gillie leaned into him.
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1675, the woods outside the praying town that would merge into Glendale. Griselle who
would become Gomorrah was alone in the forest, enjoying her alone time as she always
did. She and her sisters had become famous for their generosity in the praying town by
now. And has a reputation in Glendale for being 'a little strange' but nothing that would
draw negative attention to them, they were careful to avoid that. They needed the children
of Glendale to trust them after all.
Sadly they were still struggling to find a perfect way of avoiding adulthood. Their parents
and both grandparents had never thought to teach their girls a thing about alchemy, and
thus none of the girls had a clue that alchemists for centuries had been trying to perfect
precisely what the girls were trying to do, nearly all met with failure, most of the rest met
with death, the precious one maybe two though out all of human history that did
succeed... they wisely kept to themselves.
Gita was now taking classes for Confirmation with Goldwyn close behind. She wandered
without giving it one thought today, she had her power, she had nothing to fear from some
predator or scared prey (the little girl not giving a thought that most predators as a rule
weren't noticed by their prey until the moment their fangs were in their meal's neck).
Griselle then saw it, a sharp shooter alone, testing out a new gun of his... she saw him fire
at a crow. She felt it, FELT IT get hit! She knew it was just an animal. She knew it had
nothing to do with her. But that crow... she knew it, SHE KNEW IT!
Griselle tapped into her magic, via the infinite chaos... the sharp shooters gun fell to the
ground, not going off since it only had one shot in it. His clothes fell into themselves. What
emerged from his tent of clothes a second later was a close proximity to a fairy-tales
looking fairy. Naked, with a pair of bright purple, impossible butterfly wings, looking to be
the age of a toddler, the size of a doll, and now female, and hair that was bright pink and
a pair of antenna from her forehead. The newly created fairy looked around with solid gold
eyes with no white or centers, feeling very confused.
Feeling VERY DIZZY Grissle wandered over to where the crow was, bleeding. The world
turned twins and out of focus as Grissle's sudden and reckless use of magic left her nearly
drunk as a side effect.
She fell to her knees next to the baby crow, looking like it had been abandoned by it's
family. (Or, more likely if Grissle had known nature as well as her father Running-Bear,
tossed out of it's nest by it's own nest mates with their mother watching on to see which
one was more worth her time to raise). Grissle figured the crow's other family had been
killed by hunters like the fairy had been a second ago.
She touched the crow, and saw it was still breathing, and bleeding. His breath was shallow.
It looked at her with eyes that knew.
"I... I know you... you are... you are... G... you're the one I was waiting for..."
"You're the crow I saw! I know you are! From my dream! So .. so long ago.. BUT I
REMEMBER! It is you!" Grissle took the crow and brought it to her chest. And once again
tapped in the infinite chaos, healing him, a task she hadn't used all that often, usually just
turning people into creatures, animals, or objects rather than repairing their broken
bodies. But she forced the infinite chaos through her, and into the crow.
"You're lucky... yes, Lucky Crow, that is what I'll call you." None of the girls had figured out
their special friends real names yet. But as the chaos flowed through her and into the bird...
it hit her, like a blow to the head it hit her... As the crow tittered on life, and she touched it
on that edge of the cliff between life and death.
"You're name... your name.... it is Solome!"
And it was like fate itself was tied them together with a string at the hearts. And both felt
everything the other felt, and could feel everything the other could feel.
"Yes... my mistress... it is Solome..." The male crow said.
"But.. you're a boy..."
"Yes mistress."
"I didn't know girl witches could have boy familiars."
"There is no rule against it my master..." Said Lucky/Solome as he tested his repaired
muscles in his master's hands.
Meanwhile, the fairy that had been the hunter that had shoot Lucky flew next to the girl,
"Er, excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt a witch and their familiar but... I think I was in
the middle of testing something someone I really love gave me as a gift.. but I can't
remember what it is now... I can't seem to remember my name either... and... I think this
place is called Glendale, or the place near it is... but I can't seem to remember if I live here
or not... can you help me?"