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| daioni | Jul 11 2008, 09:50 PM |
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Thorn walked down the street, deep in thought. He looked at the run down apartments, at the old and unmantained road full of cracks. He watched as people huddled together for warmth around fire barrels, at homes of cardboard and dirt covered children. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy towards them. They were lost. He was lost. It was as simple as that sometimes. It was effortless to blend in, whatever glamour had been worked on him made him appear to all eyes to be as human as any other. He wasn't sure weither that bothered him or not. While he was grateful to be spared the trouble that came with being different, it felt stengely saddening not be be recognized, that the scars of his time away from earth were meaningless. Maybe that wasn't it. It was hard to describe the feeling of hiding, or being hidden. "Buddy, can you spare some change?" The voice borke his concentration, and Thorns eyes fell on an old man sitting at the edge of an alley. He was raggedly dressed, thin and frail, but his eyes were warm, and Thoen could see kindness in them. Perhaps it was his time under slavery that made it easy to recognize true kindness rather then the false cold act that his master was so good at exhibiting. This was a man simply down on his luck. "I can do better then that," said Thorn, kneeling down to the mans level. "You can spare a meal?" asked the man, guessing at Thorns meaning. "Well, I could do that as well, but you'll like this better." He gave as warm a smile he could, "How about I promise you that for this day on, fortune will turn in your favor?" "What do you mean?" asked the man, rather confused, then looked a little scared, "Are you the devil? Are you here to try and trade for my soul?" "No, no!"said Thorn, never uessing that this was a god fearing man, "Nothing like that, I'm no more a devil then you are." Thorn wasn't entirely sure about that, but he was pretty sure that Fae were not exactly devils. "I just thought you might be interested in making a deal, no soul stuff, really." "No tricks? Alright, I'll listen, then." said the man, eyeing Thorn with suspiscion. "Ok then," said Thorn, quickly thinking up the wording to the deal. "Please excuse if this sounds strange, but this I offer you, that your fortunes which are now dry shall flow a plenty, by design or craft, you shall find what you need, and live at ease, hunger left behind. In return this task I ask, the price to set the deal, that for a year and a day, once each moon, each month, a token you offer me, nothing fancy, a scrap of food would do, just something to show we are still friends. This is vital and key, for if you do no keep that small favor, fortune will turn again, and what was given will be taken once more, weither I wish it or not, so the golden rule demands." "Is this some sort of trick?" asked the man, "Are you making fun of a poor old man?" "What have you got to lose?" asked Thorn, offering his hand. The man looked at him, obviously not sure weither this was really a deal or just some flim flam, but finally he took Thorns hand. It was slightly cold against Thorns fur, but the man didn't react to his touch, the sensation lost in the glamour so that the man couldn't feel the the claws that brushed gently against his wrist, "Sure, why not, I guess it can't hurt." Thorn felt the pulse of magical binding. "Then it is done," he said, and got up to leave. "Wait," said the man, "Where do I find you?" he asked. And Thorn bent down again, "Don't worry, I'll find you." he said, taking a lose thread from the mans coat, knowing that he would have slept with it on him. Thorn walked away, carefully storing the thread away. He could use it to keep in contact with the man through his dreams. If all went well, the man would recieve a better lot in life. Other then that, it was up to the man to be faithful to his end of the bargain. He had balanced it as best he could to allow the man a better future, he only hoped that man would abide by it, after all, all he had to do was offer him something, he did not actually have to give him anything. |
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