Jeremy Posted July 29, 2011 Share Posted July 29, 2011 August 3rd, 2011Being a person of two minds, bodies and souls- one human and the other animal, you find so many contradictions in Man's world. The breeze is pouring in through the window so comfortably against my hair and skin while I look over the laptop and the e-mail messages there. At one hand, the device is the work of the Clever Monkey, with so many uses available to it and everything that flows outward in a derivative fashion. But then again, the metals, so many of them dug out of the earth get wasted and are sheer contaminants. And the sheer volume of electronic waste dumped every year makes me shudder at the thought. Still, I bring my mind off of it and handle my daily work of procuring money for my needs. Fact is, though I shift into Primal Raven form in ease and secrecy from here or on the building roof and pick up insects and the like to supplement my diet, I need the place for a nest of sorts and a place to watch over my territory in Mar Vista. Rats won't make legal tender for the landlord, that slutty bitch. (I can smell all the scents of the men she's 'had a business meeting' with in her office. Last count makes thirty-three.)Well, given that Man is a greedy pig- and no offense to the pigs on the farm meant now- it's simply naturally that one would exploit that greed to their benefit. And since there's little else for me to have what I want... you get the idea.Currently, I made a fake, picturesque but disposable website moonlighting as a discount seller of homemade jewelry. Valuable enough to make a price tag sizable though still scrawny compared to the pirates in department store uniforms and suits. I stare intently at the screen, as the arrangements are made to fleece another sheep.Honestly, there's a good reason you won't find a were-sheep among the Changing Breeds. This man is Brad Tolliver, a wealthy college student according to a little double-checking at UCLA once he made his interest known. The meeting is in two days at a local bar. The transaction made. I'll get the dough, and with a little magic and trickery of mine...Hey, he'll get a stone. It won't look so good an hour or so later... but that's whim and fate, ain't it? I burst out laughing at the thought, breaking into a full-blown cawing that has O'Keefe next door saying that I should get her family cold cure recipe.Fuck her. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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