There was naught unusual when Beka had started her usual run along the beach. Twas far too hot, but she wasn't wearing the armour or neckguards, she'd had worse nights as a Dog. Even if she thought she'd mayhap be seeing and hearing things. She was considering going back, her Dog training telling her sommat was wrong when thre was a loud, offended ( Read more... )

A broth like this wasn't going to stop Beka from her morning run. Twas part of her day and so she'd set out afore sunrise, when the island was quiet still. Now, it hadn't been so much. Beka swore she'd seen and heard sommat move, even as she'd run through the preserve. She'd jumped a foot high at a teal deer crossing her path. Twas looby and mayhap ( Read more... )

For once, Beka had gotten a fictional book from the library. One about a detective with a moustache. Twas captivating enough and Beka found herself using the clues to figure out who the killer was. Mayhap these books for entertainment weren't as bad as she'd thought they might be. She appeared to be engrossed enough as she lay propped against the ( Read more... )

Beka sat on her bed in the little space there was left over to sit. Several maps of New York city had taken over the rest of her bed. Pounce didn't care whether the maps had to be returned to the library, he lay sprawled over two maps (mayhap three) and Beka had to move his tail or paw occasionally to be able to follow a route she was memorizing. ( Read more... )

"Pox."

That'd be the first sound of Beka waking up that morning. No delays, no slow realizations. Only the knowledge of what she'd done.

"Pox and murrain."

I did warn you, Pounce said knowledgeably from beside her pillow and Beka wished the sarden cat would just go away ( Read more... )

"How do I look, Pounce?" Beka asked as she regarded herself in the mirror. She knew how she looked; irresistible. She was having a perfect hair day, the face paint made her look kissable and cute. And the dress, the dress clung to her body in all the right places. The blue matched her eyes perfectly.

Like you're going to regret this once you come ( Read more... )

She must have fallen asleep while she was writing in her journal. She must have. One instant she'd been writing, the next she woke up as Pounce nudged her.

A journal doesn't have much use if you make it unreadable by drooling on it, Pounce told her.

I don't drool! Beka growled. Literally.

That felt... wrong.

You do now, Pounce stated. This ( Read more... )

Beka shouldn't have woken up that early. She'd no classes, there was no reason to already be awake. Except for the whiskers that were tickling her cheek.

"Geroff, Pounce," she mumbled, pushing the cat away. She should know better by now. Cats never listened. Certainly not this one.

You should wake up, Pounce told her with a purr. No, not a purr. ( Read more... )

Fandom was strange. Of that, Beka was more than certain now. Yet, it wasn't strange enough to not have pigeons. Beka had noticed the silly birds while she was exploring the island. It still smelled too clean and she missed the sounds of the Lower City. They'd be setting up Nightmarket now, the slow hum of the evening would be picking up. Beka'd out ( Read more... )

( The court of Jane Street Kennel was filling up... )