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Trouble often followed the girl like an obedient tail closely attached to her hind quarters. The winds shifted, the air thickened with tenseness as she paused for a moment to glimpse the gathering crowds. Her ears twitched, voices broke through the scenic market dabbles like a knife slicing though room temperature butter. She weighed in her choices at that brief passing of time. To let her curious nature whom had been rouse from its slumber to view the offending scene that tarnished her relaxing break.

Or to turn a blind eye and walk away without batting one of those long lashes lining her oceanic colored eyes. She in all state of logic found no reason to get involve in petty mundane squabbles created by the citizenry of such a bigotry race. Ouch...

She didn’t flinch at the insult she threw at her brethren—the thought made her scoff, turning heel away from the loud, shrilled yells coming from within the growing crowd she took note how fast it attracted the others towards the scene. Like moths casually being drawn to a flame a few shadows played within the crowds, she caught their quick systematic movements plucking at the wallets of those unsuspected souls. Oh someone was going to have a lighter purse later on but that didn’t worry the young girl.

Hell she couldn’t care less as she presented just now when she ignored the whispering crowds followed by the cry of outrage that fueled the crowds desire to stay. It was beginning to cause her head to ache. She sighed softly, “Ahh that man never learns does he?” She heard the old lady manning the fruit store commented. Blue orbs blinked ever so slightly, letting her lashes fluttered as she glanced up impassively. “I’m guessing this happens often then?” She queried, eyeing the ripened shade of the tomatoes and apples while she contemplated on purchasing a few for dinner tonight. Tomato soup and maybe some venison cuts, Lucifer wont mind the girl thought. Her dear brother wasn’t a picky eater even for man of a fate she simply didn’t bother understanding. The woman snorted hearing her comment. “Oh more than a few times.” Chuckled the aged lady, taking one of the apples she had on display and a cloth from her side the woman then began polishing it as she continued to speak. “Many things happens in this market child, that’s how we keep things interesting.” It was there Anise made a mental note to study more about human interaction. She shook her head lightly motioning towards the apples and tomatoes. “I’ll take five of each...” She spoke, already digging through her coin purse for the required gems. The old woman settled the apple down as she began bagging the girl’s purchase. “That’s be 10 gems dear.” She said.

Handing the money over the girl made quick farewells. She had a lot still on her list that needed to be dealt with. This wasn’t even part of it more of a side trip than anything else. She followed the path just as the thicket of people began to dim down to a few walking down the streets vendors still flocked the each side trying to outsell each other. She looked around, turning her head side to side as her face held its eternal mask of boredom.

As she prepared herself to look towards the right side, she remembered having purchased some of the things she needed right around this alley something, twitched from behind one of the stands, her sharp eyes quickly locked onto the target. A cat perhaps? Curious she approached, her steps falling silent to the many feet walking through the same ground she did as she moved closer.

Let’s just say it’s a rare ordeal for her to be caught off guard. It wasn’t something she’d like either. Her eyes grew wide, for that moment she allowed herself the brief luxury of her mask cracking from the site that beheld her to the ground. Fox ears sitting upon the hair of a light haired gentleman, she cant be mistaken...right? But he’s dead... no one could have survive those rapids but they never found a body either. Crud...Anise felt the coming of a headache as she silently moved over, without warning, she literally told hold of his ears and pulled stretching it at either sides, there was a second reason she was doing this, she had to make sure before she outrights gets the temptation to be the devil incarnate.

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It’s still fresh in her mind singing along with the songs of the passing breeze, leaves rustled through its playful touch following it like mice being led by the tune of the piper’s flute. An image it was imprinted the scene of the crime in her mind. Blood crimson color dotted the greenery of the grass close to the river like tiny melted rubies glinting in the bright sun. They searched for him for days, then it went to searching for his body following the river’s current. Her clan still came back empty.

Weeks slowly shifted into two months still no word of his whereabouts. Dammit, Anise cussed to herself, echoing the offending words through vestige inside her head, her choice of words could easily make a man of the seas flush green in envy. Things she learned from being in a wild clan, words uttered on a day to day basis that she took it as her own through a more silent means than her vocal companions.

All Anise could do was stare, blinking as the disbelief clouded the pretty hues of those delicate blues marring the poker-face façade she held fast on her face. She couldn’t believe it, “Cy-Cyrus...” The words just escaped without her prior permission. Shock froze her brain into a standstill. She tried shaking off the numbness to force it back into action but she’s met with a defiance like no other as she gulped. Crud, she was supposed to be the ice queen of the red clan, breaking her mind was not on that aorta!

Until his words broke through the barrier of her ears did she allowed the quick reprieved to finally be able to fully react. Oh yes...she did pull those damn ears of his in a rather forceful way, the bastard... she had the urge to force down the multiple twitching of her eyelid a sign of irritation she long buried in there after his disappearance. So...

All the worried filled nights was all for naught, oh this bastard was going to get it! Anise schooled her mask back into its impregnable look of eternal boredom, the sounds echoing through the busy market place was all but pushed through the back burner. “Oh I just thought you look familiar.” She shrugged, inciting the beginning of a game she started to form through the inner workings of her mind.

You can call it, Anise’s way of garnering a much needed retribution. She hated...being rendered into a worried pile causing her sleepless night to gain a foothold through her nights. She would be lying if she said she HAD a peaceful night thanks to this bastard, if this was the bastard... but she couldn’t be mistaken, that mark proved it on his hear, mimicking in exact likeness to the one hidden on her ankle. He wouldn’t be able to see that underneath the bandages the girl hid it with. Oceanic colored eyes kept their attention on him.

He yanked her grip away from his pained ears, her arms fell back to her side. Lifting her right to look at her nails as if they suddenly grew more interesting than looking back at the fox eared strain. And from the way he reacted to her, she deduced he didn’t recognize her. That in all honestly disappointed the reclusive strain. Nonetheless her brother would have her up and explaining after this anyway. “Just thought they were interesting, it’s not every day you see fox ears on people.” The girl added, letting the sliver of innocence touch the girl’s tone. Conniving little brat she is and just as tricky as a honeyed tongue snake. “Though...” Moving her face closer to his. “You really do look familiar? Say don’t you recognize me?”

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Did...she just hear him correctly. Today was one of those times she asked the validity of how good her hearing is. Hearing his sentenced reeled her back into that question. She couldn’t have heard it right... boyfriend? Her face marked the same reactions she held, confusion mixing it in with the budding realization of the horror she’s about to face. Cyrus, lost it... the urge to smash her head on the wall became even more apparent as it lingered in the thresholds of her mind. “Boyfriend?...” She asked slowly, acting as if he said something funny but at the same time the seriousness in the matter hadn’t dissolved the clarity of the situation she was trapped in.

Nero will not be pleased with this, but she’s still in the process of debating the logic in revealing this guy’s survival. “Oh that wouldn’t possible, he’s not my taste.” She waved it off off-handedly as she leaned against the wall. Her mind reeled in the possibilities of her little revenge. She called it little due to it not causing him any physical damage. As much... as the temptation of bashing his head with an iron mallet came to her a few times in the span of the minutes during the entirety of their conversation. She couldn’t believe it... he actually couldn’t recognize them. She sighed softly, her hands massaging the growing migraine developing on her head.

Typical of Cyrus to induce her centuries year old battle with her migraines, she foresaw an even bigger pain the near future of this madness. Focusing back at him, he looked so much like a kitten who’s trying to put up a brave face towards an injury. In a sense, that’s what adorable about him, always acting like an adorable little pet. Another reason for the headache... but headache or not, it wont save him from facing her justly retribution. “Stood me up? Hardly, would be hilarious though seeing ‘him’ attempt such a feat.” She scoffed, still having her back comfortably leaned against the wall she forced herself back upright, moving to circle him as her long hair followed her move, bouncing at her steps.

“Really now? Awww that’s too bad... Really must have hit your head on that river then.” She faked a small pout, making sure it looked real to the eyes of the audience. This was her play now, her stage in the brew she planned on concocting. His next question drew her at a plan, hearing the unknown name spoken from his lips left her confused. It showed on her face as she stopped, tapping her chin with her peck finger. “Hessat? Sorry dear you might have to enlighten me as last time I checked, I’m not a yellow paged book.” She bluntly intoned. “Though kinda curious, what does that mark on your ear mean?”

“You should and then you shouldn’t,” She answered his final comment through a careful array of riddles created to send him on an endless loop Anise didn’t planned on making things easy for this man. Call it payback for the headache he’s about to give her. She still needed to explain this to the others. “Shouldn’t you try to figure it out? Wouldn’t be fun now if I answer everything now wouldn’t it?” She obviously knew him but the girl can be somewhat of a lucrative troll...

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The satisfaction wasn’t there... she couldn’t feel the same intoxicating drive of a win she used to feel after gaining a victory. Nothing, just...a slight pinch of guilt gained from the blunt unmistakable fact she wanted payback on a clearly amnesiac man. She had to think here, it wasn’t his fault.. wasn’t it? To be tossed by a lurker...

Disappearing and eventually marked as death, causing her endless chaos with paperwork...Her eyebrow began to twitch, the sounds around her became a distant blur of fading sounds their presence sinking into the abyss as she began to block out the endless stream of human bodies walking past them. Her eye still followed him though, to the shocked expression that caused him to drop the apple then bending over to pick up his soiled treat.

The to the backslash of having to figure out where to get a new blacksmith... other than the one in town that charged double for repairs, that... is how she got rid of the guilt created from having to play the revenge game with him.

Cyrus clearly didn’t know what she was talking about. She’s sure this man is their missing fox, who else would be this air-headed about certain things but there was one thing she can safely say he still has its that endless supply of optimism that hadn’t fully faded from his personality.
She will definitely end up crucifying this man over a spit for her dinner at this rate, mix feelings raged within her. From the urge to shake the living holy spirit out of him to just... punching him square in the face. Anise didn’t do any of those, one ear still rested close to her surroundings while the other paid its attention towards the fox eared young man. She failed resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his comment. “Do you think I’ll mention it if it wasn’t there? I might enjoy playing games but making something up is a bit boring don’t you think?” She queried, allowing a small tiny smirk to cross the delicate lines of her face, still it held a foreign veil over her innocent appearance. Stuffing her hand into the satchel she carried on her person Anise pulled out a circular object that looked clearly like a compact mirror adorned in a silvery metal she tossed it at him. “Why not take a look if you don’t believe it.” She shrugged, not really giving the appearance of someone who cared if he believed her. She used the wall as something to lean on while she waited for his next sentence.

Her gaze never left the man as she continued to study him, she could tell just from how he reacted when she mentioned the river that it troubled him. She debated whether or not to use it as a way of a leverage towards the game she planned. “How about this,” She began straightening back up as she dusted a speck of dust from her dress. “I’ll give you some info...” Her eyes twinkled a bit, pausing as to give him the chance to speak before she continued. “But in exchange you must play a game with me.”

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