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<blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 4800589" data-attributes="member: 23484"><p>When Gala awoke, it was still before dawn, but the scent of the morning had descended on the forest. She raised her muzzle from the fold of her forepaws, and stood in a single motion, her tail shaking off the remainder of the previous night's sleep, and smoke, and drink. </p><p></p><p>Her morning ritual would prepare her for the day, and it was not long before she was padding along beside a small creek on her morning hunt. The water was too shallow for salmon, of course, but everything comes for a drink in the morning... like that hare. Gala quickened her pace -- at a run she was very fast, and she knew it. At speed, she no longer appeared to be a jackal; she was tapping into something larger, a pure force of nature, of implacable destruction. </p><p></p><p>There were other tells as well, markers that would convince anyone who knew the land that she was more than she appeared. Her taste for fresh meat, for instance. She could digest carrion, of course, but she was a predator. She wanted blood. The hare was tasty, and would fill her for the day if need be. She had walked upstream, and was now far from the paths normally travelled by the villagers. </p><p></p><p>Gala smelled the corpse before it came into view. As she scrambled over a boulder, around which the creek had worked itself as it also dropped a foot or so as it made its way to the sea, she saw the legs first. She approached, cautious, hearing nothing but the babbling water and two crows plucking and the body's intestines. </p><p></p><p>It had been human, and the hole in its abdomen was deep, a sword wound that had opened it up. Gala nosed up next to the body, as the crows jumped a few feet away, enjoying their prize and keeping a wary eye on her. The head was missing, and as Gala's muzzle nosed in, she was surprised that the crows had not pecked their way in this wound as well. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: DarkRed">"Magic,"</span> she told herself, grimly determined. But how did the body get here? Who had it been, and why was he killed? Gala pressed her muzzle into the abdominal wound, and guessed that decomposition had begun two or three days before. But this wound had been made after it had died, after the decapitation. Curious. </p><p></p><p>Gala left the body to the corvids, and looked around for a point of entry. Nothing. Again, curious. </p><p></p><p>Gala spun in a circle, washed her paws and muzzle, and trotted back into town. At the edge of the woods, she shifted upright. In a few seconds, without breaking stride, she walked on two feet and was scratching the back of her head with her lengthening fingers, teasing at an itch. Someone will know who this human was, and someone will have killed him. </p><p></p><p>As she stepped into the early morning streets, the first merchants opening their stalls to begin their day, Gala was looking with a purpose. Someone would have noticed, and someone would want to know. As she strode through town, a thought crept upon her. She remembered something else -- something she should have noticed at the time. </p><p></p><p>The body was wearing no boots.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Kobold Stew, post: 4800589, member: 23484"] When Gala awoke, it was still before dawn, but the scent of the morning had descended on the forest. She raised her muzzle from the fold of her forepaws, and stood in a single motion, her tail shaking off the remainder of the previous night's sleep, and smoke, and drink. Her morning ritual would prepare her for the day, and it was not long before she was padding along beside a small creek on her morning hunt. The water was too shallow for salmon, of course, but everything comes for a drink in the morning... like that hare. Gala quickened her pace -- at a run she was very fast, and she knew it. At speed, she no longer appeared to be a jackal; she was tapping into something larger, a pure force of nature, of implacable destruction. There were other tells as well, markers that would convince anyone who knew the land that she was more than she appeared. Her taste for fresh meat, for instance. She could digest carrion, of course, but she was a predator. She wanted blood. The hare was tasty, and would fill her for the day if need be. She had walked upstream, and was now far from the paths normally travelled by the villagers. Gala smelled the corpse before it came into view. As she scrambled over a boulder, around which the creek had worked itself as it also dropped a foot or so as it made its way to the sea, she saw the legs first. She approached, cautious, hearing nothing but the babbling water and two crows plucking and the body's intestines. It had been human, and the hole in its abdomen was deep, a sword wound that had opened it up. Gala nosed up next to the body, as the crows jumped a few feet away, enjoying their prize and keeping a wary eye on her. The head was missing, and as Gala's muzzle nosed in, she was surprised that the crows had not pecked their way in this wound as well. [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Magic,"[/COLOR] she told herself, grimly determined. But how did the body get here? Who had it been, and why was he killed? Gala pressed her muzzle into the abdominal wound, and guessed that decomposition had begun two or three days before. But this wound had been made after it had died, after the decapitation. Curious. Gala left the body to the corvids, and looked around for a point of entry. Nothing. Again, curious. Gala spun in a circle, washed her paws and muzzle, and trotted back into town. At the edge of the woods, she shifted upright. In a few seconds, without breaking stride, she walked on two feet and was scratching the back of her head with her lengthening fingers, teasing at an itch. Someone will know who this human was, and someone will have killed him. As she stepped into the early morning streets, the first merchants opening their stalls to begin their day, Gala was looking with a purpose. Someone would have noticed, and someone would want to know. As she strode through town, a thought crept upon her. She remembered something else -- something she should have noticed at the time. The body was wearing no boots. [/QUOTE]
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