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    Fantasy [M] You Are Not Alone {1x1 AgroShadow, Larynx}

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    YOU ARE NOT ALONE









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    Larynx;
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    Main Character:
    Arianna Lancaster
    Turns About the Sun:
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    Appearance:
    Allison Williams, Jessica Serfaty -ish, more emphasis on AW



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    Main Character:
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    Dean Geyer like: strong jaw, blue eyes, dark hair
    "A philosopher once asked, 'Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?' Pointless, really... 'Do the stars gaze back?' Now that's a question."

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    The pavement was hot. The pavement was always hot in the city during the summer months. But today it felt even warmer on his paw pads. His tongue lolled out his mouth as he trotted down a side street of a small mid-west city. It was unusually busy today, people moving to and fro, going about their business. What was nice while Mason was in dog form was the lack of attention people gave him. Every now and then he would get a glance at his mangy coat but people steered clear of him. He never kept his fur clean for this reason specifically. His normally snow white coat looked ruffled in all the wrong directions with dirt and mud smudged all down his sides. Every now and again he would find something slightly repulsive smelling and roll in it to add to the effect. However, today was hot and the flies were relentless buzzing around his ears. Giving his head a good shake, pale blue eyes scanned his surroundings. What was I here for again...? Food. Right. No money while in human form either meant stealing or scavenging. And while neither was appealing, shifting into a canine allowed him for more luck to finding what he needed. Well that and the canine stomach could handle more of those questionable foods more so than a human stomach.

    Rounding a corner, he caught the scent of some sort of meaty smell on a slight breeze. His stomach gave a tight squeeze in response to its lack of sustenance. His large paws carried him further along the street until his gaze landed on the source of the salty goodness that was the scent. A hot dog vendor. A rather large man standing there in ill fitting shorts and shirt with the sleeves torn off. His arms sported a horrid sunburn, splotchy and blistered from multiple showing out in the unforgiving sun. Mason lowered his hind end to the ground as his mind thought of some sort of plan how he could get even part of one of the glorious sausage links. Letting out a huff of air he gave another aggressive shake of his head to remove any of the pesky insects that had settled. Well it's worth a shot... Standing, he plodded over to the man, sniffing around the ground and doing his best to just look like he was searching for any sort of crumbs. 'Alright pup, one. Then you leave.' Mason's ears twitched at the sound of just one. And sure enough one plopped into the dirt crusted sidewalk. Before the man had a chance to reconsider, teeth wrapped around the wonderful hot dog. Loping off, the hot dog was gone in two quick bites and already sliding down his throat.

    While the hot dog hadn't been much, it would be enough to sustain him until the grumblings of hunger became too much again. Glancing toward the sky, Mason noted it would be still quite a few hours until sunset when he could really make his traveling. Sighing, he made his way to the outer edges of the city looking for a little place that would be relatively cool so he could nap the rest of the day away. Finding a few bushes planted close together, they made a small shaded area that would suffice until he left. Using his two front paws, he braced his hind end and begun digging out a spot for himself. Satisfied that it would work, the white dog laid himself in the cool dirt, staring out to the small town, knowing by this time tomorrow he would be somewhere different and maybe have a bit more luck in the food department.
    "A philosopher once asked, 'Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?' Pointless, really... 'Do the stars gaze back?' Now that's a question."

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    "Holy shit. It is hot." It was meant to be only a thought, but the words left her lips with emphasis. She had been expecting the heat wave per all the recent news, but damn. She had not quite expected this. She had been trying to gain some respite by coming outside, hoping the combination of shade all day and the nearby trees and grass would cool the breeze as it came past. She had been thankful before for the small balcony on the bottom floor but today did not seem to be one of those days. Concentration had been meek and an essay due next week had gotten only a page's worth of attention since coming outside. It was sweltering. It had been concerning before she left early for this research trip and her grandfather's saying "it'll get worse before it gets better', came to mind.

    She sighed and brushed her back into a new ponytail. Her hand came away with a good smear of sweat. Looking back into her little apartment. Why was she choosing not to turn it on again? Suffering out here? and why had she chosen this terrible little apartment instead of jsut going to her much nicer and more comfortable home? With a sigh she told herself she could make it now that the worst of the afternoon was over and hopefully evening in a few hours would relive the whole city. And her. Instead she retrieved a tall glass of lemonade from her fridge and poured herself a very well iced glass and returned to the balcony.


    The sun had not moved much but she was starting to see progress on her essay. She was in the middle of formulating her sentence when she thought she heard footsteps. "I swear to chicken fried shit Mary if that's y-" Not Mary... But what.. She looked around the small courtyard. No people coming her way, not even the nosiest neighbor she'd ever had. Then what had she heard? Looking around again, she a large white shape in some large bushes against the wall. That hadn't been there before... Standing up, she immediately saw more of the shape and knew. She dashed into her apartment and returning with a big bowl, she crept slowly forward. The poor thing was panting so heavily, and looked rather thin. Those hips were somewhat prominent, but she was more worried about trying to help him get out of the heat. Hunger was slow, heat could kill in an hour.


    Slowly coming forward she began softly. "Hey there big guy. I haven't seen you around. But I know it's hotter than the devil's asshole out here. Look at this nice cool water." She could feel sweat rivulets roll down her neck. She pushed the bowl toward the white animal. Behind her, she hid a hastily constructed leash of some old rope. She was usually pretty good with the farm dogs when they didn't want to be caught or brought in. The animals' thirst would outweigh fear for now,s he knew.


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    Under the bushes it was at least a little cooler, but only by a few degrees. Not much to make a difference. Mason let out a deep sigh of disgust. Cold weather he could handle, this scorching heat was another story. It left him feeling drained and made for his night travels that much more difficult. Should’ve waited till winter to travel... His ears twitched absently as he spotted a female sitting outside with her laptop working on god knew what. He would never understand the fascination of technology. It just made him easy to find and not to mention when it came to working it, Mason wasn’t the brightest. Trying to at least force his body to settle down, he shut his eyes for a second. Not that he could lower his head, the panting made that near impossible. One of the glorious joys of not being able to sweat through the skin he supposed. Both forms had their advantages and disadvantages. Some slightly scuffling causes him to open his eyes. Where the female had once sat, she was no longer there, but the laptop was. She must not have gone too far. Letting out a huff of air, he returned to his closed eye breathing. Other people’s activites were of no concern of his.

    He must have dozed off for a few seconds, the sound of a voice so close to him caused him to jump in response. His eyes snapped open and landed on the female from earlier, however this time she must have been only a couple feet away from him. Immediate response was to let out a low, soft grumble of a growl. Not threatening but hopefully just enough to discourage her from coming any closer. He would never intentionally hurt some one if he could avoid it, but he was in no mood for the games of a caring human that wanted to try and make a pet out of him. The heat tended to make him less approachable and adding to the fact that he was hungry didn’t help much. However at the mention of the devil’s asshole his growl stopped short and he let out a snort of amusement. Such lively language from this one. The sound of metal scraping against the concrete caused him to glance down. The sight of a full water dish was almost too much to pass up. But there was always that caution in him that caused him to pause from lifting himself off the ground completely. Glancing at the girl once more he decided that she didn’t look all that threatening. Making up his mind he pulled himself the rest of the way up and took a few cautious steps toward the bowl of liquid. Nearing the bowl, his nose caught whiff of the crisp clean water that was contained and all reason left his head.

    His nose hit the water quickly, his tongue lapping up the water as quickly as he could. The water covered his muzzle as he tried to suck it down as quick as he could. The past few days had been drinking out of sad ponds and fountains that never tasted remotely as good as fresh stream water or tap for that matter. Mason wasn’t paying attention to anything other than the water in front of him, determined to get as much of it down before it was taken from him. As soon as he was ready to pull away from the water for a breath he felt something slide around his neck and tighten. Energy shot through him as he tried to back up but he was stopped short as the rope tightened. He dropped his hind end on the ground and just stared at the lady. Really? This is what we’re gonna do? He sighed through his nose, spraying her with whatever water had found its way up his nostrils. It was the least he could do after she slipped something around her neck. There was the possibility she would take him somewhere that was cooler than his current situation and he could always shift and let him self out later in the evening or early morning hours but there would be no way he’d be going to the animal shelter.
    "A philosopher once asked, 'Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?' Pointless, really... 'Do the stars gaze back?' Now that's a question."

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    "Thanks for that." She muttered, beginning to move toward her apartment. It was a weird feeling to be disgusted at the spray but also slightly cooled off by it evaporating from her skin. At least it wasn't as disgustingly snot filled as it could be. With a white tank top on, it could have totally ruined it. Looking down at the dog trying to plant itself into the earth, stubbornly, at every step. With a sigh she eventually pulled him into the apartment, firmly closing the door behind her. The rush of cool air that hit was a relief. That strange rush of being too hot, and having to adjust to something cooler made her tingle, goosebumps prickling along her arms. She was very glad that she'd decided to have the forethought of turning it on before going out to rescue the dog.

    Looking over the dog in question, her heart sank a bit. He was quite...dirty. White but incredibly dusty and frankly, in need of a very deep bath. He was covered in dirt and dried mud, clouding his white coat to the point you only knew it from the color of patches here and there that showed through. That, and if anyone knew anything about dogs, the color of his eyes gave him away. Most dark dogs really didn't have that coloration. A typical German Shepherd looking male. Though a very lean one. Now that she could a real look at him, the hip bones shed noticed previously really did show through, along with an overall leanness that just cried neglect. A long term lack of good, quality food showed in the dry, brittle looking dirty coat. Wrinkling her nose, she ignored the fact that a good bath would do more than just highlight his pale coat. "Now I have nowhere to put you to keep from terrorizing this place. So. Be a good boy and don't eat me or go on the couch while I get you some food." Slowly, she presented her hand to the dog, and then quickly slipped the loop from his head. Standing slowly, she looked him over, hoping her firm voice and stance told him enough. She didn't get he impression that he was wild or dangerous. Hopefully, he was house trained too.

    Watching him as she made her way into the kitchen, she dug through her leftovers and dug out some rice and chicken. "I bet this'll be the first good meal you've had in a while, eh?" It came out with more warmth then she expected, catching herself getting attached to a dog she literally had just brought in, Maybe she really did miss having a pet. "Here, you are." Still that same warmth to her voice. Setting the newly shredded chicken and rice in front of him, she waited, wanting to see him actually eat something decent and establish some measure of trust between them. She got the impression that a white shepherd should have an owner, as they weren't usually just thrown to the winds back home.



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    While the walk into the apartment was unpleasant, Mason did have to admire the cool air that hit his body entering the building. It flowed over him and sent a small shiver down his spine. For good measure he shook out his fur, sending little puffs of dust into the air. He stood quietly while she removed the rope, taking in his surroundings. Once he was free he started to walk around the apartment, his nose sniffing everything that it could reach at this height. It was a small place, filled with basic essentials that would come with living in such an area. Not a lot, but enough. Now that his body was adjusting to the coolness, a yawn escaped his muzzle. This was the perfect temperature to nap in. He eyed the couch, knowing just how nice that would be compared to the floor or the ground. Glancing at the woman rummaging through her kitchen, he wondered just how much he could get away with while he was here. Not that he would destroy the place, but it would be so nice to sleep here until dark. Once she was asleep he could easily shift and open the door to leave, slipping out in the early morning hours.

    He placed a paw on the couch cushion, preparing to pull himself all the way up until he remembered her earlier remark. Eating her, no. But he couldn’t promise about staying off the couch. However, for now at least, he removed his paw and placed it back on the ground while letting out a deep sigh. If that’s what she wanted, fine. He continued his current search of anything interesting that he could possibly find. Entering what look liked a bedroom, he took a deep breath in. There was something off about the scent he caught from whoever used this bedroom. Something... familiar. Tilting his head slightly he trotted back into the main part of the apartment, right up to the woman in the kitchen. This time he paid attention as he breathed her in. Yes. There. It was that scent again. One that all of his kind shared. But it wasn’t as strong as he was usually used to. Does she know? He looked her over, she looked like any other person he could pass on the street. Nothing special about her.

    While he was trying to puzzle it out, she placed some chicken and rice in front of him. The smell alone made his stomach grumble something fierce. But he knew better than to just shove it all in. It’d be a terrible waste of food to have it all come back up in a matter of minutes after consuming it. So, he took his time with it. Pulling out small mouthfuls at a time. However, it still didn’t take him too long to finish the bowl. Licking it clean, he wanted to make sure he consumed it all. Another yawn escaped him as he moved out of the kitchen and back into the living room. Finding a floor vent that was pulsing our that glorious air, he lowered himself onto it with a sigh. His eyes never left the female though, wondering just how much she knew about what she was. Could she not see that he was one too? Or at least sense it? Maybe she just hadn’t come into her full ability yet, but she looked older so it would be odd to be such a late bloomer. Either way, he wasn’t sure just how involved he wanted to be with that. Maybe the best option would to just still sneak out in the night when she fell asleep, let her figure it out on her own. The thought of dealing with someone was enough to justify that idea. So it was settled, Mason would leave as soon as it was dark enough and as soon as the female was asleep. It’d be easier for both of them in the long run.
    "A philosopher once asked, 'Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?' Pointless, really... 'Do the stars gaze back?' Now that's a question."

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    A quick glance at the clock suddenly showed that several hours had passed by and that, with a glance out the window, Arianna realized the day had given over to the far reach of night. One a.m. had arrived without warning. At least she had gotten a good start on her spreadsheets, and presentation seeing as how it was due soon.With a faint sigh she closed the laptop with a soft click. Rubbing her eyes until spots of color showed from her pressed fingers, she looked away from the computer to have her tired eyes rest on the dog. He had been a quite house guest so far. The only thing she had noticed was that, despite having slept for the most part, whenever she had gotten up or made sharp noises, he had been on his feet, following her with those pale eyes of his. Quite a pretty blue, actually. They almost seemed too...sharp, too knowing for a mere dog. More than once she had looked over and felt...like there was something she should know about him. A quiet sort of unsuspecting fact about him that she was overlooking, that she should catch on to and recognize. She looked quickly away and closed her eyes for a moment. Maybe it was just the fact that she was tired and if she were honest, missed having a dog lay quietly and companionably at her feet. Or that sleep had not been as easy as it used to be lately. She had been telling herself it was the stress of starting a new business project that had been keeping her up at night and out on the patio instead of warn and snug in bed.


    With soft inhale, she rose to her feet, pausing to stretch her arms overhead, moving her torso left and right slowly, breasts and hips pushing through her loose t-shirt and leggings ever so slightly. She hadn't moved from the couch in a few hours. Eyeing the dog once more, "It's time for bed. Don't have any more chicken and rice for you, sorry. But we'll take care of you in the morning, alright?" She gave him a quick scratch behind the ears before rising. Her hand came away with a definitive coating of dust and a dark line of grime under her fingernails. To the front door she went, and firmly slid the locking bolt in place, and making her way over to the sliding glass door to the patio, made sure it was locked as well, unlocking and locking it with a solid snap. Pulled the curtain across the view and with a last look at the shepherd back on his blanket, she padded away towards her room.

    :TIME SKIP:

    The number switched from 03:59 to 04:00 silently. The whole house had been quiet for the last hour, cooled down enough to keep the light blanket covering her body, mostly empty but for its two inhabitants, and...lonely feeling. It was a rather insidious feeling, creeping in as she had struggled to fall asleep for minutes at a time, only to wake with a furious need to get up and move. But there was something else she found hard to describe. Almost a yearning. It was like remembering walking through along a forest path, the leaves overhead changing from their steady green to brilliant ambers and golds and fiery oranges, the sky overhead inevitably being overtaken by the coming of the deep hues of night...laughing with joy as you went, you couldn't remember if it was with or without a friend...yet, you hadn't actually walked down that path or laughed at the friend following after you.

    It was strange and new from the last few nights she had not been able to sleep, prowling about the room in a restless energy. With an exasperated exhale she clambered out of bed, sliding her feet into her slippers and headed for the kitchen, holding her now empty glass of water.

    What met her eyes was nothing short of a shock. An extreme rush of fear flooded her senses, followed by the zing of adrenaline to fuel her body into an all out fight or flight mode. She had no idea what the hell was happening in from of her, she had never seen anything like it before. It appeared as those epic transformations she had read in all the thick fantasy novels crammed onto her bookshelf, describing them as awe-inspiring or a horrifically disgusting twisting and cracking of the human body into another form entirely. All she did understand, somehow, was that the glass slipped, as if in slow motion from her hand to the tile floor and with the loudest crack she could imagine, shattered. Jagged, broken bits of glass spread out in a wave around her. And there was suddenly something else too that followed the alarm. A swift coursing of......she clutched her chest as she felt a sharp flash of desire and..."What....what are you!? What is happening to me!?" The words left her mouth in a scream as she fell to the floor, feeling herself writhe against the tile.

    She felt....no...noooo..noo... Terrified blue eyes rested on...long growths of claws sprouting from her fingers and as she continued to watch, astonished, her hand began to twist the bone and tendon and muscle with excruciatingly fascinating detail into a paw. It....hurt in a very faint, distant way. Even as the humerus and ulna began to twist into the shape of the animal. As if she were on the same painkillers she'd taken as a teen when her arm was broken in a softball match. Black patches of fur began to sprout along the length of her arm, at first slowly, as if hesitant to grow through her skin. In a second it spread, knowing its true course now and determined to traverse it fully. Painless but she felt her terror rise, the beginnings of a scream rising in her throat, only to be released with the unmistakable tinge of pain. It was no longer painless as she felt....her spine, her ribs, she could feel every attempted snap and twist and elongation, shortening... Every nerve burned in white hot fire. Every strand of that dark fur, stabbed through her skin like ice sharpened knives.

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    The time in the house was spent with sprawled out naps. Mason couldn’t complain too much with the cooler environment, it meant deeper naps and better recharging for his later travels. Even though he napped most of the evening, anytime the female moved he followed her where ever she went. He wasn’t sure if it was for the possibility of more food and attention or if it was just the fact he enjoyed what he saw. She was a well-built human, with noticeable curves that were hard to ignore. Even try as he might, ignoring her was hard. The male part of his brain brought that forward anytime she moved or stretched. He tilted his head slightly at the mention of bed. It was late, he could tell, but there would still be time to leave once she had fallen asleep. Yawning and stretching out more, he rolled onto his side to emphasize he had no problem with more sleep. His gaze followed her as she checked and locked the doors, making a little mental picture of where they were, knowing full well when he shifted back to his human form that he would have terrible eye sight taking over.

    A couple hours had passed, or at least that’s what the scent of the air was telling him as he awoke. It was still early morning, but slowly starting to turn into day break in a few more hours. Sighing, he knew he needed to get moving, especially if he wanted to travel in the cooler weather. He pulled himself up right, letting out a slight groan as he did. His canine counterpart let its annoyance be known at the thought of shifting back into a two legged form. He wondered how easy this would be. It had been… Seven or eight months? Since had had used his human form for anything. It was so much easier to just go around as a dog and not talk to anyone. Either way, he needed thumbs to get that door unlatched and opened to get himself out of here. Finding that part of him, the part that was human and not canine took a little bit of searching. He had to remember what he looked like, what he had been wearing, and just his total mannerisms that made him Mason. Once he had that mental picture of himself, he pushed it forward to the front of his mind. His body gave a resounding groan as it began to shift back into what he knew was human.

    Bones cracked, fur that was once covering his body slowly started to be sucked back into his skin, paws became hands and feet with fingers and toes. His snout shrank, slowly at first and then more rapidly as it worked its way into a human nose. His shift took a little longer than he was used too, he figured it was due to staying in the canine form for so long. But once it was done, his skin pebbled with goosebumps at the feeling of air rushing over it. Such a different feeling from being covered in fur where it felt no air. Mason couldn’t see much other than simple shapes and shadows, his eyes shifting back to the shitty human version. Running his hands over his chest, he could feel the bare skin. ’Well, forgot the shirt.. However, he could feel the waistline of his jeans, so that was something at least. He went to take a step forward but the sudden sound of breaking glass caused him to whirl around and crouch slightly. Waiting for something to come after him. While he couldn’t see much, he could make out the shape of the female that had brought him in. ’Fuck.’ The word slipped out of his mouth at the sight. ’Look, I can expl-‘ The words flowed out, as his hands were held up in defense, but the sight that was happening before him cut him out entirely. ’Oh… Shit.’ Slowly, he began backing up until his body slammed against a wall. This was not at all what he had planned on how to getting out of here. His eyes widened as he tried to sort out just what she was shifting into. When the scream left her lips, the sound was so disturbing he wanted to turn and run. His first shift wasn’t painful, but it was uncomfortable. Hers sounded like her bones were breaking one by one, which in a way, they were. ’What the actual fuck?’ Mason was at a loss for words, or actions for that matter. He had never witnessed anything like this. Shifting, sure, but this painful? What the hell could he do?
    "A philosopher once asked, 'Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?' Pointless, really... 'Do the stars gaze back?' Now that's a question."

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