Zilvmay
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She had seen most of them eat at least a little bit of the meat, and some of them even bothered to cook it first. Her dark eyes followed as some of them disappeared back into the house again, one girl being carried on the back of the massive tiger. With an internal eye roll the observer questioned just how fragile this past year had made them? Or perhaps they had been held for more than a year? She wasn't sure. Watching them wouldn't give her that answer either, at least, not from this distance. She had already been loosing the battle with herself over not going in the house, her desperation for a hot bath driving her a bit crazy. She stood up, exposing her self to the night, and silently slinked her way from shadow to shadow up to the massive house.
On the porch she peered through the window, to see if anyone was there, immediately behind the door or in the foyer. She could see people still about in the kitchen from here, but the entry seemed devoid of life so she slowly, quietly turned the door knob and slipped in, not even bothering to close the door behind her, for fear that someone would hear it latch. From the front door the stairs were easy to find and she darted up them, only the pads of her small feet hitting the floor, and only briefly. She stopped just shy of the top of the stairs, and listened for others. She knew that the tiger, one of the girls and, was it the cat? Had gone back into the house, but wasn't sure where in the construct they had gone. Very carefully she focused her energy, and tuffts of fur sprouted from her head (much in the way that she had seen the Hawk-Boy do with his wings) and used her much larger ears to listen more carefully.
"Put her on the bed."
The voices came from down the hall, a bed room on the left hand side, so she crept down the hall way on the right, in the opiset direction. Down that hall she managed a linen closet, and raided it for a towel, and a sheet hoping to make some kind of make shift dress out of the latter. Not liking the feel of fabric on her fur, she rid herself of the scrub type gown they had all been given by the scientist as soon as she left her cage. As a fawn, it hadn't mattered, but she had been nude since changing back into her original skin. She had been thankful no one had spotted her yet, as she felt there would be some kind of commotion at her 'condition'. Right now it was making her even more egar for that bath as it had gotten colder as the sun began to set-cold enough when not clothed at least. She continued down that hall way and managed to find a bathroom at the very end of the hall, around a corner and out of direct sight from the stairs. She slipped in and locked the door, not wanting to be interrupted, but expecting to be, and started running the water.
On the porch she peered through the window, to see if anyone was there, immediately behind the door or in the foyer. She could see people still about in the kitchen from here, but the entry seemed devoid of life so she slowly, quietly turned the door knob and slipped in, not even bothering to close the door behind her, for fear that someone would hear it latch. From the front door the stairs were easy to find and she darted up them, only the pads of her small feet hitting the floor, and only briefly. She stopped just shy of the top of the stairs, and listened for others. She knew that the tiger, one of the girls and, was it the cat? Had gone back into the house, but wasn't sure where in the construct they had gone. Very carefully she focused her energy, and tuffts of fur sprouted from her head (much in the way that she had seen the Hawk-Boy do with his wings) and used her much larger ears to listen more carefully.
"Put her on the bed."
The voices came from down the hall, a bed room on the left hand side, so she crept down the hall way on the right, in the opiset direction. Down that hall she managed a linen closet, and raided it for a towel, and a sheet hoping to make some kind of make shift dress out of the latter. Not liking the feel of fabric on her fur, she rid herself of the scrub type gown they had all been given by the scientist as soon as she left her cage. As a fawn, it hadn't mattered, but she had been nude since changing back into her original skin. She had been thankful no one had spotted her yet, as she felt there would be some kind of commotion at her 'condition'. Right now it was making her even more egar for that bath as it had gotten colder as the sun began to set-cold enough when not clothed at least. She continued down that hall way and managed to find a bathroom at the very end of the hall, around a corner and out of direct sight from the stairs. She slipped in and locked the door, not wanting to be interrupted, but expecting to be, and started running the water.
