The Monster of Le Rocher (closed, with Child of the Enemies)

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Re: The Monster of Le Rocher (closed, with Child of the Enem

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Sabrial watched this whole process with a mixture of horror and interest. The way he praised her and offered her his thanks horrified the young panthress who, despite her life in the streets, had a very strong belief that the was only one Provider who was worthy of worship. When Solas approached her after he had finnished eating she crouched before him and held his head between her paws as she addressed him.

"You are very welcome Solas. You are my friend now and friends take care of each other. No more master to serve and obey." She smiled warmly at him, still remembering not to accidentally bare her teeth. "We still need to find you something to sleep on though." Her small ears flicked at a small sound in the distance but she payed it no mind as she stood up and began to walk again.

Her feet made almost no sound despite the surprising quiet of the night. She led Solas through alleys and across winding streets with no destination becoming obvious until she stopped outside a cloth merchant's home and knocked quietly.

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The panthress' words were confusing to Solas. "Solas obey master Sabrial," he muttered as a confirmation to himself more than her. He followed along the ground on his feet and knuckles. The extra weight in his belly now shifted about, making wall-crawling uncomfortable, so the street was the easiest route.

Every word Sabrial said was played and re-played through Solas' head as he tried to make sense of it. Solas was by no means mentally crippled, just that as of yet, there had been scant knowledge available to fill his head. Now his mind pounced on any new information, which was coming in a flood, and wrestled with each fact, dissecting it down to the molecule. And when the processing was done, he realized she had missed something.

"Sabrial?" he called politely, as if what he was to share was of a nature which others might not approve, "Solas no sleep. Sleep...bad. Sleep scare Solas." His ears fell back, his body compacted itself as he crawled along, underlining his fear. The nightmares that came to him when sleep caught him off guard were indescribable. Indescribable in that he knew not the words to describe them. Maybe when he could speak her language, Solas would tell her. But for now, his primitive words would have to suffice. "No sleep, no bed. Not...not need!" His brush wagged optimistically. Surely this was a good thing to his master, right? It showed he was low-maintenance.
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Sabrial stopped herself as her paw made contact with the door one last time and turned to Solas. Her ears were perked, one swiveled toward the building and the other toward her companion as she considered his words. Having grown up in the streets, and having killed in them, she was no stranger to nightmares and sleepless nights. However, when she was not out dancing, begging, or working for someone she did enjoy relaxing in a soft bed. She crouched before Solas and gently pet his head as she spoke.

"I still want to give you somewhere soft to rest. You will be living with me and that means that whatever comfort I have you will have as well. I might know a way to help you sleep without fear. Would you like that?" Her pause for an answer was cut off by a small sound at the door behind her.

The cloth merchant's daughter had been nearest when the knock sounded and, recognizing the pattern, had come to greet her favorite visitor. The sound she had made was a simple mew of curiosity and she fearlessly stepped out of her home to approach the pair. Little Seraphina, only age six, showed no fear as she stepped closer, paw outstretched with her soft pads up showing she meant no harm.

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Sleep without fear. Pardon his simple mind, but since sleep was equal to fear, the two had grown inseparable in his mind. Therefore, Solas nodded, but repeated under his breath, "Solas no sleep." On the other paw, another pile of clothes to lie awake on was just fine. How could he have been so silly as to not know what she was talking about? Solas dipped his head, blushing slightly, and wagged. "Solas not smart. Yes, like soft rest, please," he said with a shy little smirk.

What was this, though? Another feline. It smelled different. Different species, and also the smell of extra soap, milk, and something mischievous. But it was so small! Only half the size of a normal...what did she call them? Fur. Solas strained forward and sniffed the air in front of her, his nostrils twitching curiously. He flinched at the outstretched paws, but considered the gesture. Supporting himself with the knuckles of one hand, Solas reached out with the other, the webbing stretched taut into a clawed umbrella, and his padless palm pressed against both tiny paws.

"Hi?" He kept the paw up, not sure how long such a gesture lasted, and cocked an ear over to Sabrial. "What is?"
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Sabrial shook her head and smiled at the strange sight before her. Seraphina's tiny paw was invisible beneath the spread of Solas' as they stood inspecting one another. The small child giggled and slowly stepped toward Sabrial after a moment, arms outstretched for a hug.

"Solas this is Seraphina. She is a child that lives in this home. Seraphina this is my new friend Solas. He is going to be staying with me." She held and stroked the kitten's head as she introduced them but quickly found her arms empty again as Seraphina went back to Solas and pet his snout.

"Momma will have cloth. Want me to bring it?" Even at the age of six the young feline understood that anyone traveling or staying with the black panthress was a friend to be cared for. "She is busy with Papa's hurt foot but I can bring you all of what we have saved!" Her excitement was obvious although she never raised her voice above normal speaking tones.

A nod from Sabrial sent her running back inside where movement and rattling could be heard.

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Solas dipped his head and closed his eyes as he allowed himself to be pet. If this was some kind of greeting among furs, he thought he could certainly get used to it. The little one wasn't quite as gentle as Sabrial, but the smaller paw felt nice anyway. Solas let out a little squeak/murr that meant he was certainly pleased to meet her.

"Ssssser-rra-fff...nyeeawrl, small fur. Ch-child. Big name." Solas shook off in frustration, then gave Seraphina an apologetic look. "Child. Solas call?" When she scurried inside, he took half a step to follow, but then sat patiently next to Sabrial, resting on his knuckles and shooting a glance up to her every few seconds to make sure he was doing right.

The way Solas looked sitting there, skeletal and wrapped in barely modest tatters, one might also consider clothes for him, if for nothing else than to make him a little less fearsome to the masses. They were at a cloth merchant after all. But with those long arms, paws that no conventional sleeve would accommodate, and vestigial webbing running along his underarm and inside of the elbow, good luck trying to clothe the beast.
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Sabrial smiled after the young girl and pet Solas' head when he sat beside her. The clatters and rustling from inside stopped rather quickly and Seraphina returned. Behind her was a woven basket full of cloth scraps and swatches of fabric that had gone out of style and were no longer requested by the nobility. In addition, Sabrial could see several pins and sewing needles stuck into a ball of yarn and a spindle of thread.

"You think of everything little star," Sabrial praised her as she carefully lifted the basket. Seraphina blushed lightly and thanked her before running to Solas and gently petting him again. Her tiny paws finding just the right places to rub and scratch.

"Be safe Mister Solas. Be safe Miss Sabrial." She scampered back inside and shut the door, leaving the panthress alone with her newest friend once more.

"Time to go home now. We need to get you a bed and something new to wear." She gently rubbed one of his ears before heading back into the darker parts of town. Her footsteps were silent on the old roads and they arrived at the abandoned chapel that Sabrial called home rather quickly. She looked around before cautiously pushing open the door and waving Solas inside.

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If most furs were this paw-happy in caressing one's face, Solas thought he could certainly get used to this brave new world. His pelt had never felt such pleasure. A faint little churr escaped him as the two waited.

When the little fur came back with the basket, Solas unabashedly stuck his nose over the brim of it and snuffed, smelling new linens and fabrics for the first time. Fascinating. These would make a wonderful bed, all except the ball there. That looked uncomfortable. But Master knew best. It even smelled nice. Sola's tail brush wagged gaily, slowing down as now Serafina had her turn in stroking him. Through the mind-numbing pleasure of petting, he made mental note to try and return the favor to Sabrial sometime.

"Bye...child," Solas said as she turned to go. He put a paw up again in his rendition of a wave. "Bed. W-wwwear. Yes," he affirmed. But what was this? The moment Solas realized Sabrial was rubbing his soft-bristle ears, it was all too late. Solas' bat parentage gave him a bit of vestigial echolocation ability. Therefore, while not being prone to clicking his tongue for sonar, he could make his way by hearing and by detecting vibrations with his outer ears. Therefore, when Sabrial pet him, it was full sensory overload. His ears betrayed him, and for a brief moment, Solas lost all sense of where he was, where anything was, and whether or not he was rightside up, upside down, or inside out. But somehow, the canine in him meant the disorientation carried with it a full-body relaxation effect. He had gone to his own little split-second slice of blissful oblivion, that was all too quickly taken away as Sabrial turned to go.

As his mind returned to this plane of existence, Solas whipped his head this way, then that to see Sabrial walking off. He dashed back to her side, then reflected that dashing on a full stomach was a bad idea...oof...and followed her to the building. It was pointy, foreboding in the moonlight. He obeyed her beckon to enter. To his delight, inside, there were patches that were quite dark, familiar to him. Solas nosed around, curious. Candlesticks. There had been some in his old abode, decades ago. Books. Hmm, they were unfamiliar. Pews. Wooden, but also strange. Solas then tested the walls. Ah! They were lined with stone crevices like his ceiling back home. That meant they were perfect for climbing on...once his guts settled. "Sabrial home? Solas like," he said with a wag. Solas hopped up onto the back of a pew, perched like a bird, then stalked briskly up the rows, stepping from pew to pew as if they were a horizontal ladder and he had trained on them all his life. Once he got to the front, he turned and paced back to her, nimble as a wharf rat. "Like!" his voice echoed.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." --Groucho Marx

You say 'fundamentalist' like it's a bad thing. X3

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