The Road Not Wanted

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[A massive, primitive-looking creature appears on the Plane, vaguely resembling a snow leopard, but bigger. Stockier. With longer, shaggy fur. It's paws are huge; its teeth long enough that a half-inch of fang protrudes down from its upper lip. Its tail is a long gray plume.

A glint of metal peaks from the nest of hair on the crown of its head. A spark plug, embedded in its skull. Cy shakes herself, the smell of snow and thick musk rolling off of her. When she speaks, her voice is deep and rich and wild.]

I fell in. Fell in? The pool should be covered, the Road should be blocked. How could I just fall in?

Comments

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Worried face.] That's bad?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

No, of course not! It's just... surprising. I didn't know cats had growth spurts like that...

[climbs back up to his feet, the feathers falling away from where they had tried to shield him]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Not a spurt, Angel. [Rears back onto her hind legs, posing rather like a meerkat.]

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[moves to stand to the side, even as he reaches out to pat her head] Then what is it?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Drops down onto all furs and tries to rub again him, purring.] It's the Wild Road's touch. Should've gone 'way already.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[stands as steadily as he can, but still almost gets knocked over] So it's not anything bad?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Nah. Only if it keeps on stayin'.