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~ Introduction

The feeling of emptiness and darkness was present in the run-down building. Nothing but the voice of the wind and the song of the owl seemed to make any other sound. The construction was that of a six storey building that was abandoned when still only half finished. Rumours surrounded the building - some saying that there were high levels of radiation; others saying that it was abandoned due to money shortages. However there were rare visits to the architecture and it was left untouched from the last day of its creation. The building site lay beside the end of the busy town; it held crimes and mysteries behind its dark walls but also an enchanting and beautiful aerial view of the city. Nonetheless there was the attendance of the infamous figure who lived and roamed the building...

It was a cold and dark midnight hour; the crescent was burning with light and vehicles made more sound in comparison to the howling wind. The sky was clear of fogs and clouds but also clear from any stars. The inhabitants of the town were preparing for their sleeping hour while others were spending their work hours in offices; it was all unusually quiet.

A mahogany figure moved silently through the construction. Seeing this creature, would have been impossible at this time of night; the dark camouflaged coat colour left nothing but the pestering, unanswered questions of the creature's presence. The creature ascended to the top of the building; swindling and dancing on the holders like a ballerina. A single incorrect move would result in a mighty fall, an instant death; but the figure didn't care that it was playing with death. The silent personage moved confidently; leaping and cavorting through the air. Quickly snapping it's heels and now jumping with the help of it's thin, powerful hind legs, the figure took no trouble to avoid danger and made precise, accurate movements every time it bounded higher and higher into the building. The small, striking tail curled neatly and tightly beside the creature's body- this helping reduce the air resistance that played upon the creature's mane. The canine made no action of panting though moved at a rather fast pace. But even as the strong animal reached speed; was the idea of forgetting it's destination a possible problem in this midst of darkness?

The creature required nothing to navigate in the run-down building. This was the creature's home and world; the very same ghost that lived and survived in the wilderness of this building. There was no need for a navigator or a map because this was the shelter and home of the thief. There was a keen spirit in the light steps of the figure as she sprinted lightly to the ruined walls of the fourth floor. She wasn't late.

'Why, why! Look who we have here!' A sly masculine voice cracked the evening stillness. The voice belonged to that of a well-built white pit-bull terrier who impatiently stood his ground while waiting for the dark brown figure to come fourth. Behind him could be heard the sound of pinschers ruffling and howling mournfully.

'I was waiting for you.' The pit-bull murmured lovingly and softly as he carefully took a few steps toward her.

'I have done my part of the trade.' The mahogany figure answered – refusing the hinting in the pit-bull's voice. The voice was careful and gentle – it belonged to a tall-legged female whom had scattered browns of all her body. A small fringe lay over her face and the beautifully-formed, erect ears has two infinite studs. But besides the mixtures of browns there was the mysterious, shining green eyes that hypnotised even the toughest of males. Her lashing tail unravelled and a hand-size white diamond was produced. It rolled reluctantly onto the floor and stopped between the feet of the pit-bull.

'Aspen, you always surprise me.' The pit-bull eyed the diamond and sniffed it delicately. Then widening his jaw he lifted the precious jewel into a black bag which was held by one of the pinschers. Seeing that the diamond was concealed from view – he place his sly smile onto his face and looked once again at the mesmerizing eyes of the young female. She was a slender female with long, spindly legs and with a groomed mane and fur – it was hard to keep your eyes off her. Aspen simply stood still as if waiting for her queue.

'Now tell me your part of the trade. What do you want?' The pit-bull pulled his head up proudly.
'I would like you to gather any information about my past -' The female quietly started.
'Aspen; each one of us know that you are an outsider - that does not have a past.' The pit-bull interrupted truthfully with a cold taste in his words. Casting a unfriendly glance at the pit-bull, Aspen coughed quietly.
'Do everything you have to. I need to know my history, I need to know who I am.'

[Evolia Redmoon]

((I like what I'm reading so far. The scene is displayed in my mind's eye successfully, I see the characters, and I can almost taste the dramatic highlights. You have an untouched talent, mon heir. ^^))

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