The Cripple, the Hound, and the Unpredictable

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  1. Blonde Panther

    Blonde Panther Not always sweet and delicate vet

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    As Sirius lit the candles in his office, he froze in his tracks. Next to him, Rover growled, taking a wide, defensive stance. The candles went out as if a stiff breeze had come through the room, but he didn't bother to re-light them. A brief glimpse of the being at his desk had been plenty for the scholar to know what he was dealing with... and the dog was right to be defensive.

    Though no longer active in the field, Sirius had been brought up a Sheikah, privy to information most Hylians would find hard to unearth and even harder to believe. Among that information was what little his ancestors had discovered about the entity known only as the 'Twister.' Its purpose was unclear, as were its motives... all the Sheikah knew was that it was a wily, unpredictable being, holding the power of chaos and alteration. However, that it had appeared before him was a sign of his weakness- he and his brother had been told very, very explicitly to keep the information stowed away in the back of their heads and never do anything with it, for fear of summoning it. Encounters with the Twister extremely rarely ended in unabashed tragedy, but those who encountered it were, in a way, forever altered themselves.

    Entire minutes passed, and nothing changed. Sirius did not move. Rover did not quiet. And the Twister's strange, oppressive presence did not fade. Finally, Sirius accepted his failure to keep the being at bay- his weakness in giving in to his curiosity. He wanted to see this power of alteration. He wanted to know. He stepped forward, slowly, his bad leg displeased with the long minutes of having stood still. One step at a time, he finally came to a halt in front of his desk and produced his wallet. "I would introduce myself," he said to the faceless boy he knew to be sitting at the desk, "But you have neither use nor want for such trivial information." As he spoke, he carefully placed seven green rupees side-by-side on the desk, as per the Twister's instructions.

    As he stowed his wallet, he looked down at Rover. The hound's dark eyes gleamed in what little light there was in the room, and Sirius sighed. If the Twister could be said to feel joy, it was theorized that it enjoyed challenges, that it enjoyed the unexpected. If it had a preference, it had been hypothesised that it would rather twist something precious and close to the heart of the client, rather than something trivial. Sirius reached down, patting the dog on the head. "I will wager my hound," he then said, clearly. He didn't have to explain in detail that it had been a gift from his brother and how dear it had grown to be to him. If this was information the Twister needed, it already knew.

    With the hand not holding the leash, he reached out to the wheel.

    ((Sirius Longfellow wagers his Combat Companion, Rover the Rottweiler, and pays the required 7 Rupees.))
  2. The Twister

    The Twister The faceless face grows a grin most mischievous.

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    The small hands of a child clasped upon the desk As Sirius reached for the wheel, dozens of childish, mocking giggles came from everywhere but nowhere at once. "You're too trusting," boomed from above the Sheikah, as the wheel began spinning, spinning, spinning...

    The wheel whirled too fast to see any individual colors-- instead, it appeared as a blur, from which a mischievous grin, formed upon haunting, floating lips appeared. "Maybe you are too trusting. Or perhaps you've become so crippled in body and spirit, that you're desperate for companionship." The lips spoke in an ominous tone, before returning to its prior grin.

    The wheel stopped without rhyme or reason, before spinning, slowly, in the opposite direction. It built momentum, going faster, and faster, before suddenly stopping once more.

    A wedge, split between a bright yellow and a darker purple. "Something someone of your kind will be familiar with, I'm sure."

    A yelp suddenly sounded from the mutt at Sirius' side, before being completely, utter annihilated by a shower of sparks -- electricity. The dog fell to the floor, convulsing, before its hair began to singe and its flesh cook and burn. The absolutely horrid stench began to take over Sirius' senses, and soon a weight greater than a thousand stones fell upon his shoulders. Soon, it would cause him to fall to the floor with such force that... Well, he wouldn't die.

    And soon, a dream would come upon Sirius. Or, no, perhaps it wasn't a dream. Was it? How useful it might have been, had he possessed one of his tribe's many artifacts His dog, while still not moving... No, that was incorrect to his more observant eyes. His dog's shadow was moving.

    When Sirius had awoken from his apparent reverie, the dog would not be injured -- it was perfectly fine, after all.

    In ways Sirius could not begin to understand, even with all his knowledge of The Twister, he knew that this collar would -- somehow -- cause his dog to transform into something... otherworldly. A beast made from the shadows themselves, so to speak, with all the capabilities that might entail. And perhaps, in time, he would find out that he could temporarily absorb this shadowy creature... to heal what harm had been done upon his form. However, what wounds he already had... Well, they would remain. He should be wary, however; it would be possible to succumb to injuries after the mutt was forced from his body... or perhaps shadow would be more accurate.

    "If you are displeased with his new form... Remove the collar, and drop it into his shadow."
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