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Posted on July 26, 2014 at 05:58:33 AM by grimbaud && gisli

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My girl has heard stories - somewhere, somehow - of grand castles and those royal families who dwell within, and they fascinate her as they might any little girl. We stand outside the impressive structure and she buries her fingers in my fur as her head tips back. Up and up she looks, her mouth agape and eyes shining with obvious wonder. I do not see what has so captured her imagination, but I cannot deny that it is rather a comforting sight. We might be safe within such walls, warm and fed and looked after. Not that I need looking after, but my girl... I sigh as she wanders off a ways, a clear reminder that my fairy most certainly does need to be watched. I open my mouth to ask her where it is we are going now, when I see the frown etched upon her features so deeply little lines appear around her eyes and mouth. This is most unusual, for my girl is a happy and goofy little thing.

"What is it?" I ask gently, butting against her so that her lips curve a bit and her arms wrap about my powerful neck.

"It's..." she whispers, a hint of a lisp marring her soft words. I wait, but her arms slide free of my throat and she begins to wander off again.

This time there is a hint of urgency in her steps, and I can tell that her limp - which hinders her more now that we've left the balmy Cove - is frustrating her today. I hurry after her, a frown of my own forming on my lips as I finally hear what it is that has caught her attention. Male voices, lifted in fun. This alone would not be a cause for concern, but there is a pitch to it, an underlying vibe of... anger, or cruelty. Violence, surely. I try to step ahead of my girl, stop her from venturing any further towards such sounds, but she is determined to proceed. A wretched yelp comes from the group, and I know now that no matter what I do I will not be able to stop her from continuing on. I sigh, resigned now. I linger a few steps back, hiding in the shadows as my girl stomps forward with determination. A group of boys, ten to twelve I would guess, surround something big and ragged-looking. A dog, perhaps. They kick it, prod it with sticks. The creature whimpers now and then, yelps when a particularly horrid blow falls, and I feel rage boil up inside: not my rage, not my frustration, but Grimbaud's.

"HEY!" she roars, an impressive sound for one so small. Her too-thin arms are crossed over her chest, her precious face crumpled in a stern expression and her gray eyes hot with anger. "You knock that off right now, you bad boys!"

"You bad boyth!" mocks one of the older boys. I see his hand lift, a large rock waiting there, as he contemplates tossing it in her direction instead. She takes a step forward, entirely unafraid. Her limp is pronounced, her slender frame shaking with rage. "Why don't you go home, little girl? Before you get hurt."

"I said, leave it alone!" Grimbaud says. Her voice is lower now, softer. More dangerous. I cannot help but feel proud. "It didn't do anything to you!"

"Yeah, but you're getting pretty irritating," says another boy, stepping up to join his friends. Grimbaud doesn't hesitate as she takes another step nearer, ready now to do whatever she has to. Her tiny fists are balled and lifted, as if she actually thinks she can take on the group. Time now, I suppose, for intervention. I depart from the shadows, making myself known. I crouch low at Grim's side, ready to pounce. I hiss, my mouth falling open to expose teeth that are both large and very, very sharp. They hesitate, clearly afraid of me but unwilling to give up their cruel sport so easily. I make the decision easy, lunging forward and swiping at the nearest boy in obvious threat. Squealing now with terror, the boys disperse. I turn to Grim, a stern lecture on the tip of my tongue, but she's already at the animal's side. She tugs the wretched creature's head into her lap, stroking at his wiry gray fur and cooing at him as if he were something small and precious. I sigh, staying close enough to intervene if the creature tries to nip her but not so near I upset it.

"You poor dear," she coos, her voice so soft and gentle, her touch so kind, that the dog thinks of nothing but her sweetness. "Gis, we've got to find him some help!"

I sigh, my frame slumping. Great, now we get to go hunting for strangers.


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