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Meatless, Jobless, and Penniless

Started by Anonymous, May 14, 2006, 06:42:17 PM

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Aisling was in a black mood. Firstly, she was hungry, deprived of both fresh meat and those fingerlike sausage-thingies. Then there were the raised eyebrows and interested stares to add to her discontent. That, and her boredom. She was starting to regret not wearing an illusion; never mind the inconveniences and misunderstandings! This openness-this revealing of her true form- was embarrassing. What did those people think she was? A piece of art? A spectacle? Despite the fresh novelties everyday, humans will be humans and gawk with their beaks open! Stupid, birdbrained humans.

She leaned against a wall, twitching her tails in boredom. There wasn't one human or one of another species that stood out. If she had to get an employer, she wanted one above the common crop. It was an interesting thought, that of humans as vegetation, and she let herself be amused by it for a moment, before returning to the problem at hand. Golden eyes focused intently on the crowd ahead of her, she waited and watched. All the while, Aisling was thinking of her alternatives. She could beg for coins; with her illusions, even the hardest miser would haave to be moved to pity. Or perhaps not. How could one who had never had more than a couple coins to rub together know what a gold-hoarding miser thought....If she desired, she could become a bandit. They would never be able to track her, and those fangs of hers would scare anyone into giving up their treasures. But becoming a good highwayman took patience, like standing to the side and waiting for someone interesting enough to ask for a job...and Aisling, despite being a predator, had little patience, and what she had right now was severely diminished by the growling in her stomach...

Perhaps becoming a soldier could interest her. She didn't mind killing, and there would be fresh meat a plenty for a soldier... Aisling licked her lips. Meat... An image rose in her mind unexpectedly of a freshly killed doe, sweet and tender, her babes hidden close by. It would be a challenge finding the fawns, but the meat would be worth it. Younger meat was always so much sweeter....