Post by Noa Clarke on May 7, 2012 0:48:19 GMT
Her Zecter noticed it first. Or only. That would be a more accurate statement. She didn't notice.
She exited a shop and started to walk. She passed a door she had passed many a time, never noticing the scratches that looked a bit out of place, that looked like claw marks. Granted, neither did her Zecter.
The Zecter noticed the slight movements of the shadows down the street. As if the shadows were alive, or something small was cloaked and moving within. It was an unsettling notion, but one that man would not see. One that wouldn't truly register with them, as it was such a small occurrence, even if out of place.
"Quiet," she told her Zecter as it tried to buzz around her. She grabbed it as she walked past that spot, trying to put it in her bag, but it kept trying to fly towards the shadows. It didn't get anywhere as she managed to thrust it in and seal it.
She exited a shop and started to walk. She passed a door she had passed many a time, never noticing the scratches that looked a bit out of place, that looked like claw marks. Granted, neither did her Zecter.
The Zecter noticed the slight movements of the shadows down the street. As if the shadows were alive, or something small was cloaked and moving within. It was an unsettling notion, but one that man would not see. One that wouldn't truly register with them, as it was such a small occurrence, even if out of place.
"Quiet," she told her Zecter as it tried to buzz around her. She grabbed it as she walked past that spot, trying to put it in her bag, but it kept trying to fly towards the shadows. It didn't get anywhere as she managed to thrust it in and seal it.
