♥ Reminiscing

[Jacqui Nightstalker]

Jacqui walked slowly down the dirt street, her pant legs dragging on the ground and kicking up dust onto them selves and her bear calf's and feet. She was walking slowly absorbing every detail of the street she walked on. The houses were run down and scorched and there was junk everywhere, also with evidence of a fire. The street was condemned, with not one person living there. The place had changed allot since she was last there five years ago. When she was last here, the houses were buzzing with people, nice, friendly people. She remembered how friendly her neighbors where, and how much they helped her.

Soon, Jacqui came to her old home, which was burnt as well as the rest of the street. But even so, it came to her as a big surprise. Some how he brain was trying to tell her that her house survived the fire somehow, and she was expecting to find it fully intact and preserved from how she would have hoped it looked. She stepped through the empty door way, and imagined where all the wall had been. She examined the chard table and kitchen utilities, then went on to the bed room.

She sat on the bed, felling the chard quilt her mother had placed together with her own hands. She felt the greasiness of the charcoal at the foot of the quilt, then made her left hand up the blanket, feeling the fabric and stitches. When she was done caressing the blanket, she let herself fall back and pulled the quilt around her. She rolled to her side and sniffed the blanket. It still smelt like her mother, even after all these years. She smiled under the banana that was hiding her face, glad that her home had remained untouched, then slowly drifted off to sleep.

[Jinx Saviyon]

Jinx had been spending his time, romping around in the forest and around the lake and grass, and taking the liberty of sleeping wherever he so pleased, around the Amber for quite some time now, and it was time to move along. He'd never thought of exploring the Chao's back streets and dumps before now, but he was bored, and had already been to every corner attraction, except for too near the water, which was the one place he never wanted to go to. Right now, he had no slaves to sell, and had plenty of time for himself.

He ran around in his fox form, through the quite quiet dirt streets and made his way to the ruined area of an old neighborhood. There were so many exciting smells, and he fallowed his nose to trash cans and old food that had been spared by the fire. He had a field day with all the old rotting food, eating his fill. After that, it was time to find an other smell he picked up. It was a fresh smell and he hoped for something that had just died, and was still warm.

The sent lead him to a bedroom in one of the ruins. In it, he found a kid sleeping on the bed. He climbed onto the bed and sniffed the child, who seamed to be a boy to him. He knew the child was warm, but was not sure if it was alive or not. He opened his mouth around the child's arm, already feeling its flesh tearing off into his mouth. He was about to chomp down when he noticed it's chest moving as it breathed. He sighed sadly, then climbed on top of the child and changed into his human form. He brushed the child's cheek, and said softly, "Are you okay there, mate?"