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"Just what the hell is going on?" Tovia panted as he sat down next to his friend.
"It's probably that weird guy that showed up." Lois shrugged. "Hey, Telma, can you get me another beer?"
"Sure thing, honey!" the bartender set down a mug. .
Lois sipped at the mug. "Shitty birthday, huh?" She frowned at him.
"I've had better."
Lois sighed, blue eyes glancing over in a slighty loving manner. "You so need a beer."
"You know I don't drink."
"...It's pretty obvious who wears the pants in this relationship." Lois scoffed, drinking again. "And here I was, going to take my bitch out for a good night. Heh, there goes any hope of getting you wasted."
"I was planning on helping you, if you were nice."
The wolf perked its head up, tilting it to the right. If one were to understand what it barked out, one would hear a simple question. "What's your name?"
Unfortunately, the imp did not understand. "Sorry, wolfie, I don't speak mutt."
It went to bite her and she leapt back and through the cell bars, coming out the other end. "How did you do that?"
"You really should save your breath. I can't understand a word you're saying. Now, get yourself out of that cell! I can't do all of the work around here."
Another bark came from the animal.
This time, she was pretty sure she knew what it was saying. "Well how should I know how you can get out? Channel your inner wolf or something! Dig under the bars, sniff around with your high lightened senses, just do something!"
It took an hour and a half for the wolf to finally dig himself out and he looked left to right to see where the imp had gone. Just seconds ago she had been sitting on a crate, examining her nails. He felt something plop down onto him and barked, running in circles in a feeble attempt to knock it off.
Small hands dug into his fur, holding on tightly. "Stop that this instant, you're going to fling me of-OOF!"
The imp landed on the ground, clutching her head.
"Look at what you've done! You've given me a nice big headache now! For that, you'll have to follow my every whim, slave. Now, come on, I want you to meet someone." she plopped herself back onto his back as he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to growl. She pet him on the head, smirking. "Good puppy, now get moving."
"Do you think it's safe to go home?"
"We can try."
"Thanks for everything, Telma. Do you have anything I can use to defend myself?" Lois placed a few rupees on the table.
The woman held up a finger. "Hold on just a second, honey." She walked towards the back room, the sound of metal clinking and an occasional shout. Telma came back, her hair disheveled, holding out a dagger and pitchfork. "There you go, sorry it took so long."
"...No... no problem." Reluctantly, Tovia reached out and grabbed the dagger.
He stood in front of the exit, ignoring the two women saying their goodbyes and opened the door when Lois returned to his side.
"Do I want to know why she carries weapons here?"
"Probably not," she gave him a lazy shrug.
"Keep a sharp eye out, alright?"
"Yeah, sure, got it." she yawned.
Fortunately, the two arrived at Lois' house without anything unexpected popping up. The woman hugged her friend before closing the door behind her and locking it shut.
Slowly, Tovia wandered the streets back to his home. A crash sounded from behind and he whirled around, looking down an alley to see a trash can upside down. He took a deep breath.
It was just a cat, that's all. You're just worrying yourself...
He continued on his way, taking a sharp breath as he heard a screech in the far distance and screaming.
Okay, no problems. That sounded like it came from south of here, so, if you just quickin' your pace a bit, you'll be fine.
The boy shook his head, trying to assure himself all was fine. A rumble came from behind him and he turned around to face three of the black creatures from the town square.
He bolted off, the beasts giving chase. They were faster, much faster in fact. He had to keep moving, he just had to!
He was almost there! There was his house, just to the right!
Two more beasts jumped down from a roof in front of him, blocking his path. He turned to the right, seeing another two. Left, three. Behind, four.
This is it. I guess it really is my time... Goddesses, what a bad birthday.
Tovia closed his eyes shut, preparing for what was to come. He felt something much more different than sharp fangs piercing into his bod, tearing his limbs apart. Oh no, he felt anything but that.
No, he felt power... some force that he only read in books. It rolled off of his arms andmade him feel stronger. More importantly,made the monsters scream in pain. When he did open his eyes, nothing remained.
The sixteen year old male ran, slammed the door behind him, and locked it. He slid down to the floor up against it, panting, frightened.
What... What was that?
Edit: 8D Much better.