Thread: Big Bad, Little Red, and the Hunters. (Fates.Gamble and Gunner)

Catty pulled up short with the leash and collar. Her eyes shot wide as she looked down at Anubis. His bared teeth and raised hackles. She hadn't seen him like that since the first night she brought him home. Shock was clearly written across her face as she stared at him. Why was he like this all of a sudden. Catty looked at the leash in her hand. He was more clever than the average dog. Perhaps he just didn't want to go outside. When she looked back at him her expression was confused but dawning on sad. So not only did she never hear from Aeric now Anubis was suddenly acting up. Catty heaved a sigh and put the leash back up. Alright boy... she said in a quiet voice. With the leash put away she edged to Anubis and reached for him. It's alright Anubis...I'm not about to drag you out, she said gently if sadly. When he finally relaxed she gently stroked his head. Her shoulders hung low as she pet him, her expression sad even if she smiled at him. Guess I'll go to the fair alone. Thought I could rely on your company at least. Be good then. With one more ruffle of his luxurious fur and a kiss to the side of his head she got up and headed out. It was a nice enough day out. Warm, a little overcast. As Catty walked she checked the weather on her phone. 20 chance of rain. Not bad, no need to worry. The park was a bit further than the club, close to a mile away, but she had chosen comfortable sandals for a reason. As she walked, all alone, she texted Jess. Not that Catty couldn't have fun at the festival on her own but company was always nice. Somehow though being alone felt more oppressive. Her dog had rejected her! See if she kept cooking him nice food. She made a mental note to get some Alpo on her way home. No that was stupid. She didn't want him to die. The behavior was very strange though. Something she certainly hadn't been expecting. No word back from Jess. The park was bustling with activity. Four square miles of booths. Nearly a quarter of which served alcohol. It was too early to be drinking. If Catty has to guess she would say there were a couple thousand people in attendance. Keeping a hand on her small purse Catty headed into the crowds. The tents were lined up neatly in rows. Up one side and down another. Most of the art she certainly couldn't afford. Honestly she had only brought enough to get some wine or maybe she would chance a beer. She pause mostly at stalls with interesting ceramics and the occasional stall with paintings. Catty was more fond of art that actually looked like something but not necessarily entirely photo realistic. She was at one stall for a good while. The art, done in oil, had a dreamy quality to them. One piece in particular held her attention. A pack of wolves with long, slinking bodies passing through deep shadows of a forest. It was almost blurry but not quite. Like the way a dream might seem when trying to recall it. There was something about the wolves that drew her. The way they stalked through the darkness, powerful and quiet. Too bad the artist wanted a bit over a grand for it. Catty! She heard a painfully familiar shout. She cringed and turned. Unshaven, wrinkled polo, unkempt and shaggy hair the color of dirty sand. Tall but lanky. She had been jealous of his ability to eat whatever he wanted and never gain weight. Carl had his dominos hat on but was holding a garbage back and one of those sharp sticks to pick up trash with. Catty didn't say anything as she looked at the man child. She hoped the scorn and disdain on her face would be enough to make him go away. Clearly she was mistaken. Baby don't look like that, he said in a low simper. I am not your baby, she snarled as aggressively as Anubis wishing he was with her. Go away. I told you I don't want to see you again. She turned to go but her bare arm was caught in a damp vice. Come on Catty. Give me another chance, he pleaded. No! Let me go! She tried to pull her arm out of the grip. People were parting and staring but that was all. Come on baby...I know some of the vendors. Your here without anyone. This can be our first date again, he said with a leer. Well I am here with someone! She shouted back. A flat lie. Oh yeah...who? The invisible man? Come on babe you don't have to lie to me.