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//MeroT, do you remember our time on that window ledge in the chapel?
//play music and read
Dark greys and blacks, the buildings are all the same. Bland and concrete in the hundreds, all cluttered together. The narrow snake-like path is clearly visible, winding in between, carving the way. At the end I stop, I am outside the biggest building in the street. This one is dark grey and a hexagonal shape. It is littered with windows which are randomly placed, like spots, almost covering the bulk of grey. I see many smashed windows, many are covered by board and nails, others are filled with jagged coarse concrete slapped between the metal frames. The light falls on the windows making them beautiful in that short moment. The light consists of the oranges, reds, and yellows of dawn and this is reflected off the few intact window panes. Now I see the window. It is whole and perfect, the surface of the glass is sparkling clean but I see nothing beyond. There is a round rubber sensor beside the pane.
For a moment I struggle to sheath my metal claws. I press the pads of my paws against the sensor and a green light springs on. The window pane transforms from glass to a bubble like substance and I hesitate, my paw poking it cautiously. It gives way easily and a pleasant feeling of damp, cool air meets my fur. I pass through. As I enter the room I see a strong beam lights up the space as brightly as the sun shines on a clear midsummers day. I am met with a grin from Alazarth.
“What took you?”
“The Crows were out.”
Silence. His eyes bulged slightly. His lips tightened.
“Do we have much to discuss Petroid?”
I take a moment to think what he means.
“I brought it with me, no-one saw, I’m sure of that.”
His heavy set shoulders slump ever so slightly. His expression turns hard and cold. His long loose hair falls across his face, partially hiding the large scars which are etched into his pronounced cheek bones. He moves his head and upper body towards his Dog.
The Dog’s metal teeth are dark yellow and have bits of a recent meal hanging between the gaps. He has a golden crossbow tattooed across his chest. His fur looks old and wiry and his snout is crooked. The Dog crosses his pale legs firmly beneath him and looks bored, his hands placed stiffly beside him. His gaze is fixed on me.
“Show him through”
He gets up slowly, his brown canvas trousers hanging loosely on his thick waist. His eyes are expressionless and no longer focussed. He turns his back to me and walks through the doorway. I follow him.
As we pass through I notice white door frames and many windows. Some windows have panes of glass and rubber sensors. I can’t see the contents of the spaces beyond these windows. One room up ahead has a purple frame. It holds my attention and I’m getting closer. I begin to anticipate the space beyond and I can see there is no sensor. The ground feels suddenly softer beneath my paws. I am now at the window and I look inside and at that exact moment time stands still. I catch a glimpse of a Wolfer and I immediately look away and focus on the back of the Dog. Here? Surely not! How could she be here? Was it the same Wolfer as I saw at the bridge? The Wolfer from the bridge had pure white fur and rose-gold hair, her night black hair was in braids with white beads at the ends. Her face was perfect, with blood red lips and striking features, deep green, almond shaped eyes and smooth skin.
“Master expects you at 5 sharp”
The message reaches my ears intact.
“Yes Dog” I transfer back.
The Wolfer’s face still swims in front of mine and I paw at some plush cushions. I register the navy walls of the room. There is enough room for a pile of dark red and green cushions, a simple wooden table and a glass pitcher of light red liquid. My back legs fold neatly beneath me and my front legs have room to stretch out completely. I lay my head on my paws. Finally I can close my eyes.