And another post because I have no life...

Her dexterous fingers made short work of the knot and she slipped the bloodied cloth off the hole. Pressing her slim fingers into the renewed flow of blood she whispered several disjointed words that flowed out of her mouth and into the wounds like water. A flash of a transparent, pale-blue substance and the scattered holes disappeared leaving several scars like snowflakes across her shoulder. She repeated the process with the tear in her neck, watching with amusement as the boy gaped at her. “Can you teach me how to do that?” he asked in wonderment. A smile, so slight that it was almost impossible to see, formed on her lips as she muttered, “Perhaps later. But for now which do you prefer, dog or cat?”

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The question took him by surprise, ‘What did that have to do with anything?’ “Ummm…. Dog, I guess… Why?” She shook her head, as she asked another question, answering his as she did so in that strangely accented voice of hers. “Describe a dog you wish to have. Leave nothing out.” Seeing no reason not to he did so, and her form began to waver, shifting into what he described. A mutt by the look of her, wolf-blood defiantly flowing through her, black eyes, flecked with enough gold and blue to deceive anyone who wasn’t looking closely, looked expectantly at him; thick, curly fur the color of the moon, slightly red-tinged, spread over delicate but strong limbs, a full bushy tail curled around muscled hind legs. Black fur covered all four paws and ankles as if she had stepped in black paint.

A voice sounded through his mind, a strangely accented one. “It will be easier for you to bring a dog to your home than a person. If you need someone to talk to just think about speaking to me, and that will initiate the link. Distance doesn’t matter. You can speak out loud if there is no chance of you getting in trouble for it.” He blinked. She was coming with him? Why would she do that, she barely knew him… He shrugged the thought away; he had always wanted a dog, or at least someone to talk to that at least marginally understood him. Maybe she would be that person.

He knew his parents would be okay with a dog as long as she didn’t chew anything up, and he couldn’t imagine her doing something like that. He saw the black eyes move to him and knew she was waiting to leave. “So… What is your name?” She cocked her head considering, and her voice sounded in his head. “Name? I never had one. You give me one and that will do.” He shook his head and began walking the path that his brother and friends had taken a few hours before. “I’m called Allen by the way. Allen Walker, but mostly people call me Al.”

“Nice to meet you Allen Walker.”
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Whew! That was a long one (I think)... If it's too hard to read these posts because they are too long please tell me so I can fix it! I hope that you are enjoying the story so far. Sooner or later I'll add in a recap. I have been working on this story in my free time (not that I have a lot of it here...) so there is a lot more of this story to post at random intervals, a.k.a. when I remember. :)
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