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We're not fishing anymore - Glory - Dec 07 2018 For whatever reason, Glory hadn't immediately gone on the mission the Collector had given him. He had just kind of went home and let life go by for a while. He had done a lot of work and everything but his promise to the cloaked figure still hammered at the back of his mind. He couldn't just let this be. Like he had told Giggle after she had warned him, he kept his promises, no matter what. RE: We're not fishing anymore - Black - Dec 07 2018 Black in fact lived in Polaris--and so when the call came out for a black dog, his head lifted and his ears perked. How did the creature know his name? He did not know this voice. Intrigued, he pushed up, trotting heavily out of the sheltered crevice to peer upward. A deep, bass bark rang out, to punctuate his arrival. "I am the Black Dog," he called out, looking for the voice. He wondered, in a vague, brief way, if it had something to do with someone he knew. Had Senka sent a messenger? Was White somewhere in need? "Who is there, and where?" He stood, alone and exposed, in the dim light of the distant Spire--peering around with furrowed brow. @Glory RE: We're not fishing anymore - Glory - Dec 07 2018 Glory heard the voice and immediately changed his course. He turned himself, opening his wings wide to bank in a circle, and flew towards the Black Dog, which he spotted exposed on the ground. When he got close, he beat his wings hard to slow his course and stopped himself on a rock. RE: We're not fishing anymore - Black - Dec 07 2018 Black watched the bird, curious, as it landed. It was a fire-bird, clearly: the color of flame, and a flame-colored stone atop its head. As it spoke, he tilted his own head, quizzically. Someone knew he had the stone--that automatically made them likely to be trustworthy, at least. Only the Elders would likely know such a thing--Astraea, or Tenzin, or another of their ilk. But-... its owner? He thought, for a moment, and then spoke, his tone wholly neutral. "Hrm. The stone is not owned. Who claims ownership? When the dragon fought, the moth fell from the stone; and there it died." He turned, staring off toward the center of Polaris, curious, as if reliving the moment--then looked back to Glory. "Who has claimed it?" A simple question, and to the point. Black wondered, for a moment, if he might have mistook the stone. He was by no means certain that the topaz was indeed that which had belonged to the moth. It was a guess, at best--conjecture based on what he knew. Could it be another stone altogether? If so... Then how did it end up in the Generator? He held suspicion, for a moment, before realizing--Nemean. Nemean had stolen the gem from somewhere, and jammed it into the Generator. He'd known she was the culprit. So long as she wasn't the one claiming the stone, he would consider, perhaps, returning it. @Glory RE: We're not fishing anymore - Glory - Dec 07 2018 Glory gave a small nod in acknowledgement of the story. Of course, he was far too young to know about any of that and he had no idea if the Collector was even the stone's actual owner, but it was just a guess. RE: We're not fishing anymore - Black - Dec 07 2018 Black tilted his head, again, curiously. "I do not know of a, Collector. Yet this stone is for more than collection. I have tried to return it to life, however, and nothing has happened. Allow me to retrieve the stone. Then we can journey to your Collector, but I will keep it, for now." He wanted to meet this stranger for himself--to decide whether or not they could be trusted with the topaz. Though perhaps the stone itself was useless. @Glory RE: We're not fishing anymore - Glory - Dec 14 2018 Glory nodded, understanding. RE: We're not fishing anymore - Black - Dec 14 2018 Black turned, without further ado, and cantered lopsidedly off into the darkness. Should Glory follow him, he'd find him trotting into a crevice in the rock, vanishing into its shadows after a moment of wriggling. A long minute later, he emerged, the stone in his teeth. It glinted orange in Polaris' magical glow. He looked around, then up, spotting Glory and giving him a single wag of his tail--as if to inform him that he was ready to go. @Glory RE: We're not fishing anymore - Glory - Dec 14 2018 Glory followed the dog for just a little ways before he stopped and set himself back on the ground, politely waiting for Black to come back with the stone. He spied the thing clutched in the dog's mouth and nodded back. This time when he opened his wings, he took off strongly and gained some altitude, but not too much that he was too far away from the dog. He turned towards the tunnel to Orion, which would lead them to Canis and took off at a pace that the dog could easily match. RE: We're not fishing anymore - Black - Dec 14 2018 Black broke into a gallop, chasing along behind the bird, topaz firmly clutched in his jaws. His tail waved behind him, blue eyes fixed brightly on the path ahead. This was interesting. This, was something new! Who was this stranger, who knew of this gem? Why could they want it--for what purpose? He would find out--he was ready. exit Black |