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The story of Rush (Part 2) |
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| Posted by: BlackMoonWhiteSky - on Wednesday, November 25, 2009 - 12:28 AM |
A continuation of...
She suppressed a smile when she heard a pair of drunken Elves come down the stairs cursing about dumb animals and heavy buckets of water that liked to splash the people carrying it. She sat up and watched them, they were rather awkward, her eyes caught on the key that the male Elf used to unlock the Kelpie cage and she felt a jolt of shock when they were leaving, the Elf had missed when he tried to pocket it and it fell to the ground, not far from her cage. She stayed perfectly still while she waited for them to go all the way up the stairs, when she could no longer hear them she rushed to the bars, practically shoving her shoulder between them as she reached out…yes! She could get it. Her first impulse was to unlock her cage and run for it but her more realistic self kicked in and she knew that, hard as it was, she was going to have to wait.
She rubbed dirt and mud on the key, trying to get rid of any shine that would make it noticeable and buried it right next to the Warmongrels, hoping that if it was found to be missing, and her cage was for some reason searched, they wouldn’t spend too much time on that side. Then she lay down, she’d need as much sleep as she could get, and whispered “shuh-shuh”, ‘Calm, calm.’
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