Post by Edgar Anapello on Dec 30, 2015 9:23:34 GMT
Open to all (especially EIRAL and CAEsAL)
It was late. Edgar knew he shouldn’t be out at this hour, but he had no choice. A client of his was ill and under watch, meaning she couldn’t come to his shop for their appointment. She offered to pay double for him to come to her, and while he did need that extra money, that wasn’t the deciding factor in why he went to her. She was a winged ander, and the paint on her back was starting to chip off. Normally that would be fine, except for the fact that she worked as a maid for a very rich man who also had a very short tempter and very large hatred of anders. She explained that her boss was already suspicious of her heritage, and if he saw a chip in her back that would be the end of her. It didn’t help that he made her wear a revealing uniform, or secretly watched her change into it.
So Edgar went to her, not for the money but because he considered himself to be a good man. He wouldn’t ignore a person in need simply because they were sick or because it wasn’t convenient for him. He left her house feeling like he had done a good deed. Now all he had to do was dodge the EIRAL keeping sentry and he’d be home and no time.
At least that’s what he thought. He hadn’t expected to run into a gang as he rounded the corner. The timing was even worse too because he had one of his gloves off, revealing the shining claws to the world. The men took one look at him and his hand and jumped him, shoving him into an alley and away from prying eyes. “Looks like we found ourselves a pussycat boys. Well mister pussycat, you’ve come to the wrong part of town. You see, pussycats aren’t welcome here. Neither are the feathered freaks or the disgusting one with filth in their veins.” The man held a hand over the ander’s mouth while two other men held him against the wall. The one speaking spat at him before continuing. “I think we’ll have to teach this pussycat a lesson, don’t you agree boys?” The three men around him all nodded, cracking their knuckles and pulling out some measly weapons, no guns thankfully. But it looked like Edgar was in for trouble.
It was late. Edgar knew he shouldn’t be out at this hour, but he had no choice. A client of his was ill and under watch, meaning she couldn’t come to his shop for their appointment. She offered to pay double for him to come to her, and while he did need that extra money, that wasn’t the deciding factor in why he went to her. She was a winged ander, and the paint on her back was starting to chip off. Normally that would be fine, except for the fact that she worked as a maid for a very rich man who also had a very short tempter and very large hatred of anders. She explained that her boss was already suspicious of her heritage, and if he saw a chip in her back that would be the end of her. It didn’t help that he made her wear a revealing uniform, or secretly watched her change into it.
So Edgar went to her, not for the money but because he considered himself to be a good man. He wouldn’t ignore a person in need simply because they were sick or because it wasn’t convenient for him. He left her house feeling like he had done a good deed. Now all he had to do was dodge the EIRAL keeping sentry and he’d be home and no time.
At least that’s what he thought. He hadn’t expected to run into a gang as he rounded the corner. The timing was even worse too because he had one of his gloves off, revealing the shining claws to the world. The men took one look at him and his hand and jumped him, shoving him into an alley and away from prying eyes. “Looks like we found ourselves a pussycat boys. Well mister pussycat, you’ve come to the wrong part of town. You see, pussycats aren’t welcome here. Neither are the feathered freaks or the disgusting one with filth in their veins.” The man held a hand over the ander’s mouth while two other men held him against the wall. The one speaking spat at him before continuing. “I think we’ll have to teach this pussycat a lesson, don’t you agree boys?” The three men around him all nodded, cracking their knuckles and pulling out some measly weapons, no guns thankfully. But it looked like Edgar was in for trouble.