The Wolf's Requiem (re-uploaded) Chapter 2 Part 2.5
#11 of The Wolf's Requiem
Yes I know this part was uploaded before, but due to a problem with the text not appearing I've re-uploaded it as Part 2.5, this also helps keep things slightly shorter.
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(The next morning - 10:37)
Jake walked to the small-ish décor shop, taking in the sight for a moment before he continued into the store. When Jake entered the two levelled store he was immediately met by a range of flowers, statues and structural decoration. The strong smell of flowers and perfume entered Jake's nose heavily, making him almost gag. Jake walked quickly to the desk and rang the bell, hopping the woman who normally worked here was quick. After a minute of hushed silence the woman walked out from the room behind the desk and smiled at Jake.
"How are you today my dear?" She asked.
"I'm fine Mrs Johnson, I'm here about getting a return on some items." Jake said, smiling back at her.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that, what's the name their registered under?"
"Gale Wooth."
"Oh yes him, I remember when he was just a young cub. Those were the days..." She trailed off for a moment.
"Are you alright?" Jake asked.
"Oh, yes dear." She said as she snapped back to reality, "just fine. I just need to find the other check book, Gale doesn't seem to be in this one."
"Sure," Jake said as she went through the backdoor.
Jake stayed standing at the counter for a moment before a low, muscular voice caught his attention. The voice came from a large, Greek styled wardrobe.
"Stay boy, no stop that."
Jake slowly moved towards the wardrobe, stopping just before it, using eagle vision to see inside the giant wooden structure. A small male Fur sat in the corner of the wardrobe in an old workout shirt and a pair of tattered shorts that looked one size too small for him. The Fur looked about 16 years old with bright blue fur with four black gloves for his feet and paws, along with white fur that covered his chest, neck, cheeks and the inner part of his thighs.
The Fur's face had a sly fox edge to it but with an equine like masculine tone, the snout was thick yet lengthy while the end was covered in proud brown fur. The muscles under the fur were well defined and were built up in his arms, legs and chest like a bodybuilder. In one of the Fur's paws was a medium sized void black ball, orange lines etched themselves through the ball's surface. The Fur was pressed down playfully by an over exited canine beast, four bright orange eyes shone through its coal black fur.
The dark, giant, two headed hellhound of a creature layed half on top of the Fur. Its long, wet, fiery tongue moved up the Fur's white cheek, damping the fur to a slight grey, wet colour. The fire from its tongue pressed against the Fur's cheek, having no effects on the short fur. The fire that smouldered from both of the beast's black lipped mouths and then moved over the thick fur on its muzzles, the smoke rolled through the fur and disappeared slowly.
Just as Jake put his hand against the doorknob the hellhound stopped licking the Fur's cheek and looked over to him, all four eyes buried themselves deeply onto his. A voice brought Jake out of eagle vision and made him turn around hurriedly.
"Isn't she a beauty?" Mrs Johnson asked from just behind him.
"Yes, it is." Jake said after almost having a heart attack.
"It's been here for almost ten years now, I even found a hybrid hiding in there once." The elderly lady said as a fleeting piece of information.
"A hybrid?" Jake asked, his curiosity peaked.
"Yes, fox and horse I believe. Sadly he didn't stay long enough for me to ask him anything, he just said something about Templars coming after him or something like that. It wouldn't be so weird if there wasn't this glowing ball or something in one of it's paws, not to mention the smell of fire that followed the hybrid out."
"Templars and fire, that's strange." Jake said as he tried to sound mildly interested, keeping the surprise at bay. "How long ago was this?"
"About a year or so, it's hard to say I see so many things happen. Oh yes, here's your refund dear," Mrs Johnson said, a small smile forming on her face, as she gave him the money. "I hope it isn't what I fear though."
"What do you mean?"
"About the refund, it sometimes means the wedding was called off."
"Thanks, we're just trying to make it a smaller venue. You know, it is cheaper..." Jake trailed off and looked back at the wardrobe, using eagle vision again. Both the fur and the hellhound disappeared from inside the giant, leaving it empty but not hollow. A single burn mark scorched itself in the old wood inside the polished wardrobe, the last piece of prove that the hellhound was there.