Saturday, March 28, 2015

"Yaltzee, Shift!" - Chapter 5

Warren stepped down from his wagon. Geeser had built a stone ring outside and was preparing Warren’s dinner. The little goblin acted much like a manservant to the werewolf. 

He originally stowed away on one of the wagons when they passed through Cruw Thicket on their way to Midhorn. It wasn’t difficult to blackmail him into serving the manager of the circus over the alternative of being left in Midhorn with the dwarves. He kept the wagon tidy, made up the fire each night and did all the cooking. Warren wasn’t difficult to feed, red meat, lightly seared.

Warren picked up the heavy metal poker by the fire.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he told Geeser.

Geeser cringed, but said nothing. He only crossed Warren once. That was enough. He learned his lesson. The little shape shifter was not worth taking another beating from the werewolf. Geeser could rationalize his non-interference. Warren wouldn’t kill the boy. He spent too much money on him. He merely wanted to torture him a bit. It was part of Warren’s personality to make everyone uncomfortable and aware, that at all times, he was the boss.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

"Yaltzee, Shift!" Chapter 4

“I’m going to go take a bath in the stream, Yaltzee,” Nadia explained, as the boy clung to her in the form of a Tenaga-jin, a long armed yokai from Japanese folklore. “I can’t take you with me. You have to stay here. I won’t be gone long,” she promised as she pet his head.

Yaltzee wrapped his arms tighter around her. She maneuvered one arm down to the pouch at her waist and pulled out the key to unlock the cage door. Yaltzee shifted into a serpentine dragon and proceeded to coil himself around her.

“Yaltzee,” she pleaded. “Let go.”

The dragon shifted into a small Kraken and wrapped her in its eight tentacles.

She raised her voice. “Yaltzee, stop it!”

Friday, March 13, 2015

"Yaltzee, Shift!" - Chapter 3

Yaltzee perched on Nadia’s shoulder in his owl form as she rode her hippogriff beside the Chimera’s wagon. His head rotated trying to take in all the action around him. He and Nadia had an agreement. He promised to sit quietly if she would let him remain uncaged. He hated being in a cage. It brought back too many memories from when he was young, because though he looked like a child to the others around him, he was the equivalent of a teenager in human years. Turlows aged very slowly even though in their base forms they looked like humans, their age was deceptive.

He nuzzled his head against her neck and then pecked gently on her cheek. She had spent all night with him in his cage. She was the first person in his life to just sit with him. She didn’t use the power of the collar even once and never demanded that he ‘shift’ at her command. When he didn’t speak to her, she talked to him softly and told him all about the circus he was to take part in. He knew the names of all the animals and trainers now. He had a very good memory. When she got tired last night she didn’t leave, instead she trusted him enough to fall asleep with her back against the bars in his cage.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

"Yaltzee, Shift!" Chapter 2

“I don’t work with shape shifters. I work with dragons.” Nadia stood with her hands on her hips.

“And I say you do work with shape shifters,” Warren, the circus manager, ordered. “If you don’t work with the Turlow then you don’t work at all.”

Nadia glared at him. “You would leave Clara in charge of the dragons?”

“In the blink of an eye,” the werewolf snarled. “She has been working with them for almost as long as you and they respect her.”

“Then let her work with the boy,” Nadia snarled. “The dragon act is mine.”

“Not any longer. You work with the shape shifter or you don’t work at all.”

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