Exton

The night is fleeing quickly. Dawn touches the edge of the skyline. Southside has been quiet. The eyes on the street notes nothing unusual; unusual for Southside.

From where I crouch in the shadows of a chimney, I can see people beginning their days. A Crow lands by my side. It cocks its head, jerking towards a larger space. I follow, waiting as it turns into one of the street kids. She settles her black cloak around her shoulders, shivering in the cool morning. Her voice cracks, still almost a croak after being in her animal form most of the night.

"It's morning. Whatever is happening is gone before now." She shakes her head, staring out over the city. The alley that was bathed in blood is just visible from where we sit. "None of our people are missing. Claw just reported in after checking under the overpass. Everyone is there...." She cocks her head, dark hair sliding over her shoulder. "Something evil walks our town Demonkin. We will do whatever we can do to help Mr. Right."

I raise a brow. My own words are heavily accented. "Meester Rright?"

The kid grins. "Darklings call the Doc The Right Hand of Death. We just call him Mr. Right. They may fear him, but we respect him." Her grin gets wider. She stands, spreading her arms wide, the cloak already moving to cover her, turning back into feathers. "Gotta go. Ol' Mag tapes his show for us. If I want breakfast, and a place to sleep, I better scoot. She can only take in so many of Us."

The crow is swallowed by the still dark sky. I look out over Southside one last time. Moments later, I am running over rooftops, heading back to the Manse. I sooo need a cup of Earl Grey.