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August 11th, 2011

[info]i_haveahoard in [info]we_coexist

Ask and You Shall Receive [open]

Mad Sweeney was no fool. Ok, sometimes he was a fool, like when he had been dealing with Jeannie. Maybe it was better to say he wasn't stupid. No, even he was prone to making stupid decisions. Perhaps it was best to say he was an intelligent man. That seemed fair.

Regardless of what one wanted to call it, Sweeney was bright enough to know what was going on. There were animals everywhere and not just your common urban animal folk, either. Not just squirrels and bunnies and things. No, there were wolves running amok and other such creatures... and Sweeney was pretty sure he saw a bear too.

At first he considered that perhaps the zoo was having more problems than just the escaped large mystery wolf. But then.... then, he saw what he thought was someone transform one night and it hit him. Well, why the hell not. The City had brought forth plagues of Godzilla, zombies.... little leprechauns. He was still sore about that last one. )

[info]i_cancrow in [info]we_coexist

Keeping his word (kinda) (Open!)

(After This)

Rufio strolled through the park, sword over his shoulder, looking around as he patrolled for anything that might be harming the trees.

Of course, after a while he was distracted, and flicking at some of the branches, wondering if the fairy would come back if he hurt another one. Not that he really wanted to anger her, but he had felt better once he'd seen her. Even if she was awfully big for a bug.

Still, as he lashed out at animals that were chewing or peeing on the trees he felt the need to see her again slipping out and his attention on his task wavering. He still didn't think anything of the powerful need to please the fairy he'd felt after she'd touched him, nor did he question why he was feeling so loyal to a woman, even a fairy, who he didn't know. Rufio's mind was just sedated and working on instinct, for the moment, swinging his golden weapon at anything he felt like and enjoying watching most of the furry things running for their lives. And those that didn't… well, a quick slash across their nose convinced them that it was better to leave.