Love Poison No Cure Needed

Nothing but Interruptions 1.2

“Grrrr,” the growl was deep and feral as it preceded what Sorrel could now tell was a moderately sized wolf as it stepped onto the ledge of the roof of the first warehouse. The one advantage of human sight is it gives a lot more detail to things, and it had better context for size compared to some of his cousins the wolf giant compared to his grandparents the wolf was tiny. The scent of the pollen was not cloying the air. It was not one Sorrel could stand to get along with they tended to clash in opinions about basically everything. But that was usually what happened when such bossy foreigners tried to change his place to suit their tastes. He’d tried to be accommodating when they’d first been introduced but nope, they just could not get along. Might just be incompatible tastes though since some of the others that had come with that one had been okay.

“Oh? Hmm has the wolf been rolling in the flowers or”

The wolf leaped from the roof sailing over my head to land in the centre of the square.

“Wow, leaping. Seriously that was some leap. Is it cause he’s a beast that was so graceful?” The beast then lunged towards his back. Sorrel’s hair twitched and he turned as he reached an arm out and grabbed the wolf by the throat. AS he lifted the wolf into the air Sorrel ignored the way its claws scrabbled ineffectively against his arms as he brought its face closer so that they were practically nose to nose. “you have been eating things that you shouldn't have puppy. Now look what it had caused you.” Sorrel muttered to himself.

He shook the wolf slightly. There was really no compatible access to the Beastskin while he was furry. “Really wish you would be human, would make helping so much easier. Nothing for it, you'll just have to sleep for a bit, and I’ll deal with you after.” Sorrel dropped the wolf and then before it regained its footing, he slammed the side of his hand down on the back of its neck. The wolf collapsed onto the ground. “Good, I was a little worried that it wouldn’t be as effective on the four-legged form but seemed to work okay.”

After he had refocused on the feel of Aunt Lata’s seed and headed for the depths of the Bellare industrial district. He vaguely noticed that the people in the first warehouse had moved and were headed outside but ignored them in favour of his test. 

At the end of the district right before the river's edge stood a dilapidated warehouse it either hadn’t had the same renovation as the others or it wasn’t being maintained after. Could go either way really but Sorrel cared less about the décor than he did about the fact that he could scent the seed.

The outside of the warehouse was a dirty grey though most of it had rusted brown. It was shaped as just one long building for the most part, save for a little lean-to on the far end. The lean-to was such that it didn’t seem to have a door into the main warehouse. The chimneys on the roof suggested that it might have been an old wood storage. Now though it seemed to be used as some sort of storage area. A glance through the window of its small door showed piles of boxes slumped at the corners from age. 

When he reached out with his nature sight Sorrel confirmed that there was nothing but the boxes and the mould in the little lean-to. The main warehouse was as it seemed on the outside completely open and unlike a few of the more modern ones there was no second story walkways just exposed trestles and beams that made up the original foundation of the building. Given that the exterior sheeting while dilapidated still maintained its integrity and the building hadn’t fallen over in the last storm Sorrel assumed that the foundations for it had at least maintained reasonable integrity. Though he supposed there was only one way to find out. There was only ten people in the warehouse, and they all seemed human or at least he could sense no trace of wildness that would indicate a Beastskin, nor the disjointed foreignness of Realmskin, though if they were Realmskin they were ones born and raised on the human plane which tended to mean they thought and fought like humans anyway.

In which case it really wouldn’t matter if he went for the frontal assault and just nocked them all out, but he should probably try to be subtle first since Grandpa Oak asked him to.  

He shrugged slightly as he started around the side and over to the lean-to. As he walked, he wondered if the person who had started following him after he’d passed the first warehouse would do something now? As Sorrel got closer to the edge of the lean-to, he pondered on how to deal with the people inside. “If I just chop them on the neck like the wolf, I should be able to quickly knock them out.” As he nodded to himself, he reached for the top of the lean-to wall only to have to stop as he turned around to look at the person who had rushed over to stand right behind him.