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03/01/10(Mon)09:33 No.8343211>>8343167 The silent figure moved on, his clothing, though light, protecting him against the winter's chill. The slender figure paused once more in its travel, observing a huddled mass of goblins, covering themselves in rags and shivering as one in a garage beneath one of the abandoned buildings. The pair of policemen, fit, strong men, once of the military with their blond hair and blue eyes, paused in their nightly patrol, blowing on gloved hands, and looking at the mass of huddled green and brown and black. The goblins stopped shivering, almost as one. The older of the two humans nudged his friend, and though they moved on, their eyes were angered, hateful. The goblins resumed shivering, no longer ready to tear flesh from bone and consume the raw meat of those who would threaten their safe haven.
Tomorrow there would be guns and men with paper, evictions and threats. It would undouvbtedly end in bloodshed, for the monsters did not rule this city.
Not by the reckoning of humankind.
The ancient creature finished its travel at an old building, abandoned even before the war. A woman huddled under the lamp nearby, another streetwalker, but this one truly human. The elf silently stepped up behind the woman, and breathed into her face, though she did not see him. Her eyes closed, and she slowly slumped. Her dreams would be filled with light and warmth, and when she woke, she would be different, stronger, and perhaps, a little more ready for this new world. She woould not remember what she had been entirely, but would know what she must do next. Tomorrow, there would be another tenement building in the old city being reclaimed, the dust fae driven out, the windows fixed, the electricity made to run. She would gather others, human and not, and there would be one more safe haven to take the place of those lost to vendetta, another soul strengthened as one weak one was taken.
Sometimes, change was necessary.
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