Doll let Lexi help him up. But as soon as he was standing, he was moving as fast as his giant belly could go. He couldn't see Guru but he could follow their connection with ease. Especially this close.Still, after ducking a few branches and aurically adjusting some heavy brush, Doll hit his knees and hugged his mate around his Blond ruff."You are the most beautiful sight I've seen in a while. It's okay." Doll made soft cooing noises as he petted his feverish tom. "Jinx! Lexi! He's here but we need a little help!"Doll didn't elaborate. Describing what the trap had done to Guru's leg was not going to help anyone. Calming the big Blond-fur was more important.Guru was weakly purring and sort of nudging him in response. Doll left gentle kisses along Guru's forehead."It's okay, lover. It is all over. We are here to bring you home."The lilac-haired no-fur summoned a perimeter of tulips that almost instantly lost their petals and became shields
Surrounded by everyone he loved - including his brother who he hadn't seen in years - Guru couldn't help but feel better despite the harrowing past few days.At the moment, it was almost comical as every single one of them was arguing about the best way to get the collar off. Apparently, despite having the power of a God, they were not comfortable with Jinx doing it - which seemed strange. Wasn't he the one that could manipulate luck?Doll had curled up and fallen asleep against him in the cozy hammock thing they were using to carry him out of the woods. Hades and Spitfire couldn't seem to agree on anything so there hadn't been an attempt to remove the collar yet.Something was tickling his leg. Guru about jumped out of his skin as something licked his wound. There was a spirit tom made of sky and stars? He pointed and mewed at the arguing duo."Cosmo is just trying to help," Spitfire assured Guru, stroking his ruff and reaching out to scratch the spirit tom behind his ears. Spitfire
Flicking the blood off his sleeve, Spitfire walked forward. The black sand swirled around him, creating a portal from where he'd dealt with the father and son Hares who'd hurt his Guru to where his mates waited for him."Let's go home," Spitfire announced his presence with a flare of the Hell Portal, opening the way back to Atlas City.He stood by the portal, watching as their tired party walked through. He'd set it to take them all back to Atlas City, but he realized after he made the portal he had no idea where anyone lived. He'd gone right from being kidnapped from the Rodeoto hiding out in a cheap motel with his future mates. And from there, they'd gone right to the Underworld to try and help Lexi. He hadn't even seen Guru's mansion or Jinx's bar or the apartment that doubled as an office Hades lived in.So Spitfire did the next best thing. He set it for 'home' and hoped that the Underworld aura was able to direct everyone to where they belonged in the
"Here. This will do for what I need." Agent stopped Nickel beside a small trickle of a stream.Here the woods were quiet. Deeply quiet in a way that had nothing to do with actual sounds but more to do with the energy of the space. This was an ancient place, untouched for such a long time. There weren't many places like this left on the other side of the world where the toms lived. But here in the Hare lands, they were plentiful. That was the difference when a race held the old magicks of the gods sacred.Agent knelt and cupped some water from the stream into his hands. He sipped it, feeling the purity of its source filling his mouth. This place was so perfect, it was suspicious. Not that Nickel would know that. He had no idea he was about to become a playing piece in the Last Game. It was better that way. Agent couldn't bear it if he fought him."I instructed the son to clean the wound and keep the Blonde-fur comfortable until he could be of use to you." Nickel had bent down with reve
Shadwell Sebastian Woolsey stomped aimlessly through the rain. He had a destination but he was in no hurry to get there.His shoes needed replacing, he noted as water crept in from a puddle he had not managed to avoid. He hated getting wet. Some might say he was a walking stereotype but he had never met another tom who hated it as much as he did. Hell, a fair amount of them used water as their first introduction to the Elemental arts.Not Shadwell, though. As a Black-fur, he couldn’t create an affinity for such a healing Element to use in his magick. His gifts - if you could call them that - were of a much more complicated and forbidden nature. He could scratch the surface of his potential and did fine for himself with what he could do. However, Black-furs could only access their core magick by using a no-fur conduit.Which was something Shadwell was never going to be able to do. Collaring a no-fur was a luxury for the most elite of Elementalists, somethin
And there it was.Where had so many felines gotten the idea Hades had no morals?Hades reminded himself to never ask that question anywhere Jinx could hear him."Sir, with due respect I'm not called Hades because I actually am aneight-headed Death demon who breathes fire and sends toms to the Underworld.""No, no, my good tom.It's purely a business transaction. I need him brought upstate to a breeding house. I'm heartbroken,I truly am. But it's the only way to get any good money out of him now. There are… things that point to the absolutely unbelievable idea that he might have killed the tom in question. I don't believe it,of course,but toms talk."The fat feline gave a broad laugh,very out of place with the tale he was telling.Hades was reading between the lines and it didn't sit well with him. He turned his sharp green gaze to the kneeling creature. "Did you kill the feline, no-fur?""Go on,
The no-fur that,up until this morning,had belonged to the Martelli family took his time as he meandered through the estate garden. Because of his innate magical ability and his skill with floral design, he had lived a fairly pleasant life for an uncollared no-fur. The family had at least twentyno-furs in the stableat any timeand he only had to service the disgusting Gran once or twice a month because the free-loader was very fickle about which no-furs he requested from his cousin’s stable.Gran'scousinand the man behind thepowerfulmobfamily, Liam Martelli, wasn't interested in the no-fur past what he could do to set up a banquet room for an event. Liamwas happily married to one of the sexiest chefs in the world, a sleek Gray-furred delight called Cook. He had no use for any of the many no-furs his family ownedfor any of their common uses. Liamhad a strong distaste for the whole no-fur trade an
Hades knew exactly what was about to transpirebetween the no-fur and his hideous master. Not only had he seen the glint of Gran's knife, he'd read the tom’s aura. Despite already having a plan to rid himself of the aqua-haired no-fur, the fat tom was both angry and afraid of him.There was a lot of dirty litter going on here and Hades knew he might be best served to return the money and walk away.But he wasn't going to be able to leave the no-furto this monster. Never mind that he was driving him upstate to hand him over to a different kind of monster. That was a detail Hades chose to ignore right now. But this was still the Martelli family,even if it was an offshoot that claimed no connections. Not that Hades believed that story for a second. Gran's last name was no joke.Before Gran had formed a response that no doubt would involve callinghim rude at the very least,Hades stomped past him, grabbingthe no-fur