Hex smirked. "You'd best believe it, young one. If you need an example of possession, you need to only open your eyes." The gem kitten laughed, again, flexing her claws. Raindrop backed away uncertainly. She wasn't really possessed, was she? She was just using that black gem of hers to play some tricks, right?
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Agent walked around the dreamscape, her red eyes wide. What kind of dream was this? ... had that stupid pond caused it? The same unanswerable questions repeated in her mind, over and over.
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"Okay, got it." She quickly agreed. Maybe Feather wasn't the most well-traveled cat, but it was a little obvious that getting lost wasn't exactly good news. "I'll be right behind you."
Agent cringed, blinking sleep out of her eyes. Was she awake? That had been a really strange dream. Sure, she had dreamt before, but it hadn't ever felt so real. It was like the wind that rushed through the moors had actually been blowing through her fur.
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Hex smirked, sending her brother a toothy grin. "Even now, creatures from pure nightmares lurk all around you. Ghouls and ghosts and everything else you fear in the night." The gem kitten chuckled, narrowing her pale blue eyes. "... Are you scared?" She asked teasingly.
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Suddenly, the Panselier stopped in his tracks. Spectre tilted her head, as she did out of habit when she was confused. "Something up, E?" She questioned, frowning to herself.
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Enigma gritted his teeth. "Yup. There's a bunch of dogs coming... lots of them." He muttered. Spectre remembered how Panseliers had that strange sense of smell. Maybe that was how he could tell beforehand.
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... well, that wasn't good. "C'mon, let's get out of here." The gem cat urged, her tiny green gemstone aglow. Just in case she'd need it. "Er... where are they coming from, exactly? We don't want to run right into them."
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"Um..." Enigma glanced into the sky, blinking his forest green eyes. "It seems like they're coming from everywhere. There's so many dogs here that it's hard to tell which ones will come after us."
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Well, that was just great. Spectre sighed inwardly, rolling her eyes. "Well, let's just get to wherever we were going. Preferably before we run into any dogs." Now that she said that, they would run into dogs, of course. Spectre grumbled to herself, her tail lashing in irritation.
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Enigma nodded to himself in silent agreement. He didn't exactly want to run into any dogs either. ... but worst come to worst, adult Panseliers apparently had poisonous fangs...
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Hmm. That would be interesting. For a moment, the Panselier wondered how that worked. How could his kind use poison? Why couldn't the young ones use it as well? ... and why did they look so colorful, anyways? Enigma frowned to himself. So many question, so few answers.
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"You coming, E?" Spectre glanced behind her, noticing how Enigma was staring off into space. He did that surprisingly often. ... stupid tom needed to get his head out of the clouds.
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After another moment, Enigma blinked. "Er, yeah. Coming." He mewed, padding after Spectre. Perhaps it would be best for him to stop drifting off like that.
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"So. We almost there?" The she-cat asked absentmindedly. It was a well-known fact that she wasn't the most patient cat in the world. "'Cause my paws are starting to feel sore."
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Enigma's ear twitched. "Yes. We'll be there in another hour, at the least." He withheld from saying more. Spectre was his friend and all, but she definitely got on his nerves at times.
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Then, suddenly, Spectre paused as she turned a sharp corner. There was a large dog, his fur a mixture of black and brown, laying on the pavement. It seemed to be half-asleep as it raised it's tired head.
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The gem cat backed away slowly, cursing under her breath. "Really?" She muttered, glaring at the pavement. "I say that we'll move fast enough so the dogs won't find us, and guess what?" She turned to Enigma, scowling to herself. "We literally walk right into one."
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"Wait... wait, there's a dog?" The Panselier repeated, walking past his old friend. Sure enough, right on the sidewalk, there was a large dog, heaving itself to it's paws. Ack. He should've been paying more attention, he should've been able to scent it before they walked right into it.
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The dog opened it's droopy eyes, and let out a long yawn. Enigma took a cautious step away, baring his poisonous fangs in case it decided to attack. It seemed peaceful enough, but you could never know with feral animals, as he had learnt the hard way.
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