Reaper's Word

Clair chose a plush bedroom to sleep. Tomorrow she would be staying in her old home once again just to get in the habit for sure. She had changed into normal clothes and curled up, she fell asleep. Her dreams were random and made no sense. At one point she swore that something warm and soft pressed to her face suffocating her. Then a burning in her arm. She'd moved herself grabbing blindly for a pillow to hug to her.

She thought that the pillow felt oddly warm but she fell back into a deep sleep. She slowly woke knowing that it had to be mid morning. She opened her eyes. The smell of rose and sandalwood was in her nose and a good amount of black fur in her face. Clair sat bolt upright nearly flipping off the bed. Whatever was next to her darted off the bed and she got up looking around the room.

"Hello?" She asked stupidly, moving toward the door. There was a sound of movement and around the edge of the bed a small wolf-like head poked around it.

She noted the eyes. They were a brilliant red and scared looking for a moment and then fierce. The thing looked very much like a smaller version of the hell hounds, and to Clair it was adorable. Deadly and scary, but adorable none the less. It had been laying with her, she'd been holding it. Could life here get any more strange? She didn't think so, but if she learned one thing befriending the monsters was smarter than freaking out.

"Okay, did I scare you?" She asked. It seemed confused for a moment making a very low whining sound. Clair felt something brush her mind. It was a very odd thing, not a voice but a consciousness that gave her feelings and images in a jumble. It took her a moment to understand.

"No? Not me, the others?" The images of Zeta, Beta, and Alpha came to her. The young one was terrified of the older ones. There was the image of older hell hounds in a very dark place that didn't look like anywhere Clair had ever seen. The older ones seemed to go for the younger ones trying to tear them apart. Only the two parents defending the younger ones against the mass.

"Well..." Clair said crouching down. This was a very odd thing. She looked around the room and she got a warm amused feeling from the house. "...maybe..." At that moment there was a howl somewhere far off in the house and the little one ran and jumped on Clair in her crouched lap. Its head sticking right into her armpit and it's gaze moving behind her as it shook against her.

"I'm only human you know." She put the images and feelings in her mind that the thing gave her into words. You could feel the meaning behind them. A whole different way of communicating your thoughts. She didn't fight it, she let it happen. Just like everything else. In her mind Clair had a clarity happen. Heard the hound speak in images.

‘They'll eat me, I have no one. You have the reaper's scent on you. He controls them.’ The mental communication was going to take some getting used to. Reaper, she didn't know how that word came to her mind but it did.

"He does as he wishes. I can't control him." Clair looked at her arm. There was a bite mark there scabbing over. The thing had bitten her.

"You bit me!"

‘The reaper will not kill his mistress for now. Safe till I am grown. Then my master may switch.’ Clair was confused by this, but the shaking little body against her touched her deeply. Even if it would grow to be a killing machine. She felt a bit of a connection to it oddly. She looked at her arm. Damn it, for once could someone ask first?

"Well where is your master then?"

‘You.’ Was the mental reply. Clair didn't like the sound of that, what would Isaiah do if he found out she had a hell hound apparently attached to her? Clair stood holding the little hell hound. It was about the size of a small beagle at the moment. Its weight was surprisingly slight as it seemed underweight.

to the kitchen making sure that Isaiah and the others weren't near her. They seemed rather worked up and frustrated. She was starting to wonder

down a plate of raw chicken from the

It said and moved forward devouring it like a

you have

Came

the feeling that it was a female just by the air and sense she had. It wasn't speaking in words but the images and feelings could

‘Yes.’

guess we should keep up with tradition. How

seem to

go with Kappa

First I like.’ She mentally answered, crunching on the bones and

felt the others coming this way and she told Gamma that they needed to leave. Gamma

she was the size of a large lab. Whatever the hell hound had done while she slept had created

does it take you to

three but was still a young pup by hell hound standards. At age sixty four they were fully mature but wouldn't stop growing until the age of sixty six. That

this way." Clair said sensing him and they moved to the door. However they were in the library and the entryway was across the room, it had no doors. Through this Beta suddenly

to late. His head came up and he stared at them for a moment. What seemed like shock passed behind the hell hounds

and Clair. Her head wrapped around Clair's leg and she let out a low nasty growl. Beta's lip curled back showing teeth. Both hell hounds had fur raised along their backs. Clair didn't know what she was supposed to do with this. Her heart felt like it might come right out of her chest. This was not a dog fight she wanted to witness. Beta glanced

She couldn't hope to win against

his snarl leaving and he moved along Gamma's side sniffing her. Jabbing with his nose a couple times. Gamma gave

where Isaiah was now standing in the room.

this time Clair?" He said in a dark voice. He sounded exasperated

gaze moved to the hell hound, and a frown came across his

is yet

Something passing behind his eyes. "Hence why I was hiding her so you wouldn't rip her