[Mkguild] Of the Gods

Stealth stealthcat15 at gmail.com
Tue Dec 29 05:54:26 UTC 2009


I wrote and finished this just now.

It's short but it's fine as is.

Of the Gods
Copyright 2009 Michael Nastov


	George yawned, exposing his impressive set of fangs, closing his
muzzle shortly after as he clenched his hand to his temple... He’d
never had so much food and drink in his life... okay, that was a lie
but the feast really knocked him out hard last night. Well, Misha’s
Yule parties were famous for a reason.

	What did he remember of the night... that’s right! He didn’t eat
much, not much for him. He and Terry danced and then he took her home.
So why did he feel so tired and hung over? Something must have really
knocked him out.

	The jackal scratched around his crotch, (he’d finally mastered the
ability to restrict that habit to times when he had privacy) and
noticed a change in his pants. He was wearing none. No, he was wearing
something, but they were not his pants, nor underwear. What was he
wearing?

	He did leave the party as a taur; did Terry lend him some odd garb?
George finally got his eyes open and, after adjusting his vision
eventually, looked down at his legs. A kilt, he was wearing a kilt of
some sort. The sight raised more questions then answers when he
noticed the odd colouration of his hand. It was black. In fact, all
the fur on his wrists and arm were black, and his legs and tail! What
the hell was going on?!

	 He shot up from his bed... chair, whatever he passed out in. And
looked over himself. He wore a sort of kilt that was in two
overlapping pieces with gold thread. All the fur on his body was as
black as his back and he had an odd sensation around his eyes.

	Running to the mirror he found gold paint had been carefully applied
around his eyes with lines running off in either direction from
them... He spun around with a snarl to see a large golden throne
sitting in the middle of his room, the chair he’d woken up in, and
complete with golden bird statues and what looked like a sceptre
topped with an ankh.

	With a loud growl escaping his lips, George said the only word that
came to mind.

	“MISHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”


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