Not an Outsider ~ by SaralynArati

MizMickey

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love the dress!

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Thanks Falak!!!

10 years ago

Falak

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Very interesting:)

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Story continued on this doll: httpwww.dolldivine.com/Princess/SaralynArati-2931050

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Calmly Smoke Cat Watching removes the knife adhering eerily to her bodice. "Well, old one, I certainly didn't expect you to visit us tonight," she says. The man Grey Owl is busily tying up is one of the respected Elders of Sun Horse Clan, Talks Over the Left by name, known for his jokes and funny stories for the children, and his ever sober council in governing the clan. "If it comes to that, you were not supposed to be here, either," the bound elder retorts tartly. "My magic?" "Cancelled."

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SaralynArati

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And then, the knife simply stops. The killer's hands tremble on the handle, but it will go no further. Frantically, the assassin now tries pulling the knife back, but this fails as well; it is stuck fast! Smoke Cat, the knife still attached to her like a fly in amber, swiftly kindles a lamp while Grey Owl tackles the intruder. Shadows jump crazily over the tent sides as the two men struggle, but it is soon over. Grey Owl, after all, was armed with a stout stick and didn't quail at using it.

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SaralynArati

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The wedge of light widens, spreading across Smoke Cat's hair, and then is blocked by someone slowly coming inside. In the blackness, all three take a moment to collect themselves, and then the darker silhouette glides toward the supposedly defenseless girl. It would be smarter to deal with Grey Owl first, but Smoke Cat has made herself an incredibly tempting target. A knife catches the light briefly, before it plunges violently downwards. A single drop of blood wells from the woman's chest.

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SaralynArati

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A shape-shifter might be able to pass unnoticed, but she is more inclined to agree with Grey Owl: not an outsider. Time creeps by, and the party sounds begin to die down as people turn in or get to a less rowdy stage of intoxication. Periodically the two "sleepers" exchange a few words or stretch to keep alert. And finally, when the stars have wheeled long paths overhead, there is the faint noise of footsteps approaching the entrance to the tent. Maybe they belong to a lost drunk... But no!

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