Anthony J. Crowley (i_sauntereddown) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-08-03 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | anthony crowley, aziraphale |
Wolf? What wolf? [tag: Aziraphale]
Crowley tossed a handful of bread piece into the pond at the park. After having gone through this routine numerous times with the demon, the ducks were a touch wary of the food given to them. They wanted the bread pieces but at the same time they wanted to live and going after the bread ran the risk of finding themselves submerged and unable to return to the surface. He smiled, briefly, at their reluctance. Whoever said waterfowl were stupid creatures, were daft themselves. The ducks had learned a fear of the demon and what he provided, as was just as well –he had been considering killing one or two of them out of boredom.
Though, how he could be bored in a city that provided him the opportunity to find things of interest to do, was anyone’s guess.
He knew there was something suspicious about the wolf of a species he’d never heard of getting out of the zoo. He knew red wolves, grey wolves, arctic wolves, timber wolves… and so forth. But this wolf, never heard of it. Which should have raised more than just a small red flag for him. The fact that the City tended to attract strange creatures born only out of legend or myth: Godzilla, and Zombies and Leprechauns, oh my, should have raised another red flag. But Crowley wasn’t thinking there was much strange about it other than it was huge and no one had seen it. At least not that he’d heard of.
How something that big just… disappeared… was beyond his reasoning. Well, not beyond his reasoning. One was used to strange things happening when one was a demon in possession of certain manipulative powers and strange things tended to happen in the City.
He supposed he should probably investigate the wolf situation eventually, to see if there was any good… er… bad to be garnered from it.
Later. If he felt up to it.
Turning around briefly, Crowley glanced in the direction of where the Bentley was parked, pleased that it was not only still there, but in immaculate condition. Then a quick look to his watch confirmed that it was getting to be time to consider eating. If that was what he desired to do that night. 7:30 pm. Definitely time to consider if he was going to eat.
Crowley looked back to the ducks, who had apparently eaten all the bread while he wasn’t looking. That was a might bit swift of them, he thought. Feeling generous, another handful of bread pieces appeared in his hand and he tossed them in the general direction of the birds.