She Flies Once She Dies

Of Parts and Confusion

She sighed as she looked around her. Not for the first time, she thought everyone of her race looked so beautiful. With their large feathered wings. An array of colors. A fiery red, much like that of the sunset. The green of the evergreen tree, feathered and downed, silky and smoothed. The orange of a small desert lizard, hidden under the rocks as it hid from its predators. The soft brown of a babies eyes. The harsh black of a starless night, glowing softly but lifeless. The fluffy white of a cloud, speckling the sky of a bright blue day. All that and more. Everyone else had them. But she... She did not. She was different from them. Not a true angel. An angel had wings. And she… didn’t.

Abby ran her fingers through her short white hair, her fingers getting caught in a few knots. Her red eyes flitted , looking around at everythinng around her, hoping for something new in her surroundings. The angel’s hand brushed the tip of her fur covered ears, long and elven like, before her hand traveled down to her back, between her shoulder blades, where small bumps were. Her wings should have grown there, but they never did. And they never will.

She heard ringing to her right, and her ear twitched, snapping her out of her thoughts. Looking, she saw a store. It looked new. It hadn't been there before, on this block. Looking up, she squinted, ignoring the sun that hit her eyes.

Klondike’s Loving Embrace

Abby furrowed her brows. She looked back to the shop next to her, at the items in the window. From the name of the shop, one would assume that it was a sex shop of sorts. But it wasn’t. It appeared to be an armor shop. And the armor looked decently priced.

Must just be an unknowing translation, Abby thought to herself. She stared a little while longer before shoving her hands into her pockets, looking for some of her money. Her left hand struck gold, and she pulled out nine coins, all valued at a thousand qwa’s each. She looked back towards the items in the window. On average, from the selection presented to her alone, Abby assumed the armor in there was all valued below or around five thousand qwa’s.

Looking around Abby entered the opened front door of the shop. The wind she generated from her movement caused a bell on the handle to jingle, and a tall man was suddenly in front of her. Abby let out a small shriek and stumbled backwards. The tall man was suddenly behind her , catching and steadying Abby before she could fall and make a complete fool of herself. Shocked at the sheer speed of the man, Abby turned around to look towards him.

He main features screamed human. The way his body was built, with soft, fleshy muscles, a head that was round yet narrow. But he was unusually tall for a human. He looked more like a giant. A giant with long brown hair like the elven folk, silky, seemingly soft to the touch. His eyes were piercing, like the merfolk’s, and glowed ember like the dwarves. A glint caught Abby’s eyes, and she squinted. He had the golden scales littered across his skin, partial to that of the skin of the dragons. Her eyes widened.

“Wh… wha… what are you?” She asked in awe.

The tall man tilted his head. “I suppose,” he mused. His voice was deep and gravely, like the mountainous earth spirits. “I suppose… a mutt. Like… woof woof.” He put his hands up and to the side of his head, fingers folded over his palms. “Like that. Woof woof.”

Abby looked him up and down. It was strange to see a man of his stature do something so innocent and childish. She watched as he tilted his head in slight confusion, and she couldn’t help but to chuckle a small bit. “You mean a dog?”

He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “Yes. That. I am like dog. A mix. Of races. And breeds.”

Abby nodded. “I get it. Yeah. Um…” She gestured to the shop around them. “Are you Klondike?”