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Waking : Fables : Talon Pt.1

“You borrow my Third and returned him broken.” Talon voiced his displeasure with Lucifer without hesitation when he arrived. “I do hope you intend to compensate for this loss.”

 “He will likely recover.” Lucifer assured him. “He was given the gift of the Vicern.”

 “Vicern?” Talon was suddenly puzzled as he was intrigued. “That would mean he was in Eden.”

 “Yes.” Lucifer grinned. “It also means that he has survived thus far. Give him time. Nei will recover.”

 “Answers then.” Talon insisted as he stood. “What was so important that I had to risk the twerp to begin with? And what is lurking in my city? They claimed to be friends of Frost.”

 “Let both matters go, Talon.” Lucifer stepped to the desk and leaned onto his fingertips. “Nei can share with you his tales of heroism when he wakes if he so chooses. As far as what lurks in your streets, it is harmless for now. Likely waiting on Nei’s recovery as you are and will move on once he wakes. Go entertain yourself with something else.”

 “And what would you suggest?” Talon scoffed. “I have only this office to keep me busy.”

 “Aren’t you the source of some local folk tales?” Lucifer laughed. “Go stir something up.”

 “With no reprimand?” Talon grinned.

 “You know which lines not to cross.” Lucifer nodded. “Now don’t bother me again over Nei. Presia will take care of him.”

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Waking : Fables Pt.1

“You can’t just hide in there.” Karas reiterated the thoughts Talon had been shouting for days at the office door that had remained sealed since Frost returned. “At least let me see him.”

 “Lord Frost needs rest.” Presia let her voice permeate through the dark monolith of the office door. “You can tell Talon he can wait.”

 “I wish you would at least tell me what happened.” Karas walked away stroking his horns frustrated and headed for Talon’s office. The door was already open and he found the Circles head scribbling something angrily. “She still wont open the door.”

 “I heard.” Talon looked up irritated. “Must you state the obvious?”

 “Well, I’m off then.” Karas shrugged. “I have other work to do. I’m not going to watch a door all day.”

 “You’ll do as I say.” Talon laughed arrogantly. He immensely enjoyed the power he held over Karas, particularly because he knew how much it irritated him. “But for now, you can be off, I’m expecting a guest so I wont be going anywhere.”

 Karas took one last look up at the locked door of Frost’s office before he stepped out into the crisp air of Drifa. It had taken years to get accustomed to wandering freely among humans, but he was familiar enough now that it felt like home. A few of the townsfolk waved a greeting and he returned the wave with two of his four hands. Their giggles made him smile. He was not as capable of blending in as some of the other demons of his stature. As if the extra set of arms was not enough to set him apart, he had a set of black horns similar to those of a ram. Still he had a boyish charm to him, and features that could have made him frightening lent well to his well toned form and wide smile. He seemed to have a popular sway among the people in Drifa, though admittedly not as much as Frost or Talon. None of which bothered him. There was only one person in Drifa who he wanted to impress and he had been trying for centuries.

 Karas crossed his second set of arms in front of him as he often did to keep them out of the way and headed on his merry way. He needed a break from worrying over Frost and couldn’t think of a better way then to catch up with his crush. He wandered his way through the cozy town of Drifa until he found himself at the door for the little clothing store where his little secret worked.

 When he arrived, he paused a moment just to look at her. Her sweet face framed in brown curls and the deep brown eyes that forever had him compromising. She was as always nearly prudishly buttoned up. Long skirt, high socks and a turtle neck today. As adorably modest as she was it couldn’t hide her figure and Karas knew she would look just as lovely out of her clothes as she did in them. Still he didn’t mind the wait. Part of him was glad for it. As human as she looked he imagined she thought of him as anything but attractive. So he told himself he would win her heart the hard way and had spent hundreds of years showing her who he was instead of what.

 Thalia saw him grinning and rolled her eyes before going about her business of hanging clothes back on a rack. She knew he would be in a moment later so she may as well finish up. Karas was just a part of the normal routine now. No use fighting it.

 “You busy?” Karas tapped her shoulder playfully.

 “Well. I am at work.” Thalia smiled at him. Despite the first impression Karas had turned into something of a friend over the years. “You should go away now.”

 “That is no way to talk to a customer miss.” Karas pulled a skirt off a nearby rack. “You have this in my size?”

 “Would you get out!” Thalia grabbed the skirt and started to nudge him toward the door. “Pick me up after work. You can be my shortcut up north.”

 “Deal.” Karas left satisfied that at least he could spend a little time with her later. He enjoyed any time with her at all. Since the very first time she slapped him.

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TCOL : Epilogue : Wandering Djinn

“How do we fit in?” Threa looked up at Ria after watching the humans for hours from a quiet rooftop. She thought of the stone like scales on her skin and frowned. “We don’t look…”

 “The demons manage.” Ria leaned and kissed her forehead. “And I think you are simply beautiful.”

 “Ifre may ruin this for all of us.” Threa clutched at Ria’s suit jacket and looked down over a strange city, their first taste of freedom.

 “I doubt that.” Ria chuckled and brushed his fingers back through her hair. “T’waer will keep Ifre in check. Besides he seems to have a fascination with the Siren. If there is trouble it will come from Li’da.”

Breakseal

“It’s cold here.” T’waer pouted. “I don’t like it.”

 “I’m pretty sure this is where they live.” Ifre created a large cloak and wrapped it around T’waer as he watched the Circle building from a distance. It had been quiet but he was sure he felt the familiar presence.

 “So what if it is?” T’waer cuddled up in her new gift. A needless gesture but she was flattered by it. “You like her or something?”

 “I just want to know more, T’waer.” Ifre looked back at her and laughed at the flakes of snow gathering in her bouncy curls. He pushed aside a handful of them from her face and smiled. “You don’t have to stay with me, you know.”

 “I want to.” T’waer blushed and the second she noticed his grin she kicked him in the shin. “Quit being a pest.”

 “What’s the big deal, Lord Talon?” A dark haired demon bounced beside another through the courtyard interrupting the Djinn in their playful exchange. Ifre quieted T’waer and listened intently. “So the twerp got roughed up. You don’t even like him.”

 “The ‘big deal’ Karas is that the twerp is mine to protect.” Talon grabbed his second by the shoulder and looked down at him sternly. “Nei may not be close to me personally, but he is our colleague. Lucifer snatched him away on personal business and sent him back useless. That witch of his wont even let me near him.”

 “So let her nurse him back to health.” Karas answered quietly. “It’s not as if he is dead. She said herself he would recover.”

 “Stand at his door.” Talon pushed Karas away in frustration. “I want to see him the second he does.”

 “No problem.” Karas straighten himself up and gave a quick respectful bow before he ran off.

 “And don’t think for a second I can’t sense you hiding there.” Talon looked in Ifre’s direction and immediately caught his gaze. “I have no patience for cowards.”

 “Cowards!?” T’waer rushed at him on a wave conjured in a rage but was stopped a few feet from him by Ifre and a well placed wall of fire. “Damn it all. Out of my way, Ifre.”

 “We were not hiding.” Ifre wrapped T’waer in a heated swirl of her own torrent and pulled her close as he spoke to an unmoved Talon. The demon had just looked on with his arms crossed casually in front of him as if he had no care in the world. “We were looking for someone.”

 “This is boring me.” Talon turned away and headed for the building.

 “We’re friends of Nei and Presia.” T’waer shouted after him.

 “That I find hard to believe.” Talon stopped at the door a moment. “Frost has no friends.”

 “We only just met.” Ifre explained.

 “Then I suggest you leave.” Talon scowled at them. “As Nei was very recently returned in a rather unpleasant state, I can only assume you mean him harm. Advance and I will destroy you.”

 “We can’t start trouble.” T’waer pulled on Ifre’s arm. “Let’s go.”

 “Another time then.” Ifre bowed his head and left Drifa. Momentarily discouraged but determined to return.

 Inside the Circle building Talon smirked and as he headed for his office shouted down the hall. “The second he wakes.”

 “I got it, Lord Talon.” Karas sighed and slumped against the door to Nei’s office once Talon was out of sight. “Well this is fun.”

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