Detective Work. It Sucks.

Okay... So I'm not the best detective there is out there. I mean, I'm certainly no Nancy Drew. Well, maybe if Nancy Drew was a misunderstood 2010 high-school junior goth girl. Ugh I got off topic again. *sighs*. This isn't easy for me, you know. Delving into someone else's past, trying to find out who they are... or were. I haven't had many friends in my past, but all that I did have, I can assure you that I didn't have any suspicions on whether or not they were telling the truth on who they were. And I can tell you right now, don't EVER get yourself tangled up into this kind of crap. Once you start, it gnaws on you for HOURS ON END until you FINALLY GET TO DOING IT. No sleep. What. So. EVER. And it's all that you can think about. You become this little paranoid freaker. You don't trust ANYTHING that that person says. You question ALL OF IT. Anyway. I rubbed my black eye-shadowed eyes, and moaned when I realized that I'd just probably smeared my make up all over. I stood up and glanced at myself in the mirror. Great. I had smoky black eye shadow smeared down my cheeks in  the shape of dragging fingers. It wasn't as bad as I'd thought--it actually looked kinda cool. Maybe Halloween. I proceeded to wash it all off and then reapply. I mean, I had to look at least presentable for my mother's big fancy dinner. Well, that's what she told me. We had the whole family here for my Aunt Cheryl's wedding, and my mom had planned the whole thing. Everything had to be perfect. Even me, her horror of a daughter. Okay, so it's not so dramatic. I'm not really a horror--well, maybe sometimes. My mother does love me, but she's always encouraging me to wear something... well, other than black, blues, purples, and reds. As I reapplied my eye-wear, I taped the paper I was reading to the wall so I could multi-task. I grabbed my black and green Gir clutch and slipped on my Emily the Strange sweater. I glanced at myself in the mirror, and smiled, my black lips pulling over my pearly whites. My blue-black hair was cut to close to my chin, all naturally spiked up. I was wearing one of my nice dresses tonight--strapless, with a soft tutu-like material for the skirt part. I had a fishnet black shirt beneath the dress, and then a black bat choker. My brand-new knee-high combat boots shone in the dim lighting of my room. I beamed at myself. I looked nice. I didn't know what my mom would think, though. Then again, what did I care? I grabbed the files I'd been reading and folded them up, slipping them into my clutch. "Blue Rose! Blue Rose Grey, get out here this instant!!! We have to go!" My mother shrieked. Ugh. I hated rehearsal dinners.

Guardian

I smiled softly at my pack. I walked among the hellhounds, letting my fingers drag through their fur. I bent down to inspect one of the newer pups, when I suddenly felt the stabbing sensation in my chest, the telltale sign that one of my animals was being wounded. I growled at the pack of hellhounds, and then darted through the woods. They followed behind me as my somewhat-human form melted away, shifting into one of them, one of my hellhounds. I was huge--a monstrous blue-black wolf-like creature with my usual light emerald eyes. We silently and swiftly maneuvered through the forest, our pads whispering on the soft forest floor. My eyes were hard and furious--the smell of my anger was upsetting the pack. I finally skidded to a halt, testing the air. Yes, straight ahead. I silently stalked whatever it was. I sniffed again---and let off a deep, bone-chilling growl. Human. How dare he try to kill one of my animals---how dare he! My growl grew louder, until it was a deadly snarl. I was now standing on a huge boulder now, my furious glare cast down upon the foolish human who dared to kill one of my creatures. He looked up at me now, surprise flickering through his eyes. My lips pulled over my teeth in a terrifying snarl. He was bent over one of my pygmy dragons, the small creature dying slowly. I could feel it calling out to me, calling for my help. But first, I had to rid this hunter from my forests. As I studied him, thinking of which way to kill him, I noticed how young he was. Maybe fifteen, sixteen. I hesitated, but then jumped down from the rock, shifting into my earlier form. I glared at him now, furiously. His shock escalated now, turning somewhat into fear, somewhat into curiosity. "Human." I spat, my eyes furiously glaring at him. "Look at what you have done!" I gestured angrily towards the pygmy dragon. It was flickering now, weak. He glanced down at the dragon, but still trying to keep an eye on me. "Do you know who I am, young hunter?" I asked him with quiet anger. He hesitated. "You're..." he thought a moment. "A demon." I wanted to laugh. How could he not know? His clan should have told this young idiot about me. "No, stupid hunter. I am Sofiel, The Guardian. Part demon, yes, but also part angel, linked to nature. You've never heard of me, boy?" He quaked beneath my power. "Y-yes, Mistress. I h-have." he stuttered, bowing low, but always keeping his eyes on me. I took my eyes off him to inspect my dragon. I stepped around him, picking up the dragon. An arrow stuck through its side. It was barely breathing now. I wasn't sure if I could save it. I glared at the hunter. "Do you know what this is?" I asked him as I professionally wiggled the arrow from my poor creature. "Y-yes, Mistress Guardian. It is a dragon." "Pygmy dragon." I corrected tersely. I pursed my lips as I pressed my hands to the wound, the brilliant pure white blood oozing between my fingers. "And why did you decide to come in here and kill one of my pygmy dragons?" I demanded, glancing up at him menacingly as I let some of my power pour past its usual blockade. The boy stared at the dragon's now-healing wounds in amazement. My irritation went up a notch. "Boy!" I snapped. He looked up, surprised. "Yes, Mistress. My apologies. These...erm... pygmy dragons of yours, they... their blood has immense healing powers." he said. "I know this, boy. Get on with it." I snapped. "Well... Mistress... Our clan was attacked... and now... we have many wounded. My father--the clan leader--sent me into here on a quest to find and bring back a pygmy dragon. To heal our clan." I narrowed my eyes, setting the slowly healing dragon on a boulder.

Yeah that was part one. I'll finish Part 2 later.... :)

Mason