Excerpt from Empire Movers, Wild Hunt by English Bob.
“Do it again!” Reiner said to Hesh, his smile wide and foolish.
Hesh shrugged and held out his pawed fingers to Reiner’s open palms. Hesh feinted to slap the top of the Sidhe’s hand. Reiner grinned, “Can’t fool” Hesh’s tail whipped up and slapped the Sidhe’s out stretched hands with a loud thwack.
Reiner laughed, rubbing the sting from his hands, “That wasn’t fair! You cheated! No tails allowed!”
Jarvis paced back and forth, eye riveted to the clock. Growling towards Reiner and Hesh, “Will you two knock it off?” Smelling the cowed scents in the air, Jarvis hastily loosened his neck tie, feeling his anger swelling again. Hawg looked up from his book, watching the tiger fey pace a few seconds before speaking, “We should get started.”
Jarvis stopped a split second considering the words before brushing them off and he resumed his pacing. “We wait for Ching.”
Hesh took the tip of his tail and crammed it up a nostril before standing behind Reiner and speaking, “We could fill her in when she gets here. Hawg’s right we need to begin.”
Jarvis battled with the denial this was even happening at all, taking silent relief that his companions supported him even in crisis. Still pacing Jarvis’s tail whipped out in agitation.
“Fine. We will begin. Everyone knows that lottery was rigged. They made Marie the subject of the wild hunt. Why? What purpose does it serve? Surely they understand the position they have just put us in, including themselves.” Jarvis said, nearly spitting.
Hawg followed Jarvis’s movements with his eyes, reclining on one of the numerous couches in the warehouse. The boar stretched and stifled a yawn, “The reasons why shouldn’t matter. It’s Marie, we defend her.” Hawg said running a paw along his tusks.
Hesh made motion for silence as Reiner opened his mouth to speak. The mouse fey, dared a step closer to the pacing Jarvis. “No. Actually Jarvis is mostly right. He should question the purpose. We have sat out how many Wild Hunts?” Said Hesh.
Hesh began to pace in the opposite pattern of Jarvis. The tiger fey paused again, and said “Fifteen. Ever since Marie was born.”
Hesh nodded and began to pace around Jarvis, pawed hand under his mouse chin. “Fifteen years we have let the crown just pass on by. Greyson wouldn’t ruin a good thing by purposely an-an-tag- an…”
“Antagonizing” Jarvis said, correcting Hesh.
Snapping his pawed fingers Hesh nodded still pacing, “Right. Greyson wouldn’t do that. This has to do with the queen; her hand is all over this like flies on rice.” Hesh said.
“That is white on rice. Not flies on rice.” Sighing Jarvis corrected his friend again.
Hawg snorted a sign he was amused, Hesh waved a hand, “Stop trying to change the subject. Point is we can sit this one out too, let Marie get killed or worse. Or…” Hesh dared a look up at Jarvis, the mouse’s beady eyes reflecting with unseen fire. “We do the hunt and keep her safe from them. For three days.”
Jarvis, felt his resolve wave slightly, “We would have to inform the courts of our intent. I loathe talking to Greyson on the phone.” Jarvis said reaching into his suit coat for his cellphone.
Jarvis found his arm barred from withdrawing by Hawg’s hand upon the tiger’s elbow. Looking to the boar Jarvis squinted as Hawg shook his head and spoke softly. “We don’t have to inform them by word. Deed is enough. Surprise might be the only chance we have.”
Jarvis nodded, “Then it is agreed. We stay here until dawn, and fetch Marie. Agreed?”
Hawg snorted his agreement, Hesh slapped Jarvis on the hip, and said. “I’m in…er. Agreed.”
“Agreed.” Said Ching from the door frame, causing the others to turn and gaze upon her. Hesh and Hawg rushed to her side as she wavered on her feet, Jarvis began to follow when Reiner spoke finally.
“Can I agree too?” Reiner said with a hopeful expression.
Jarvis turned towards the Sidhe, studying the fey. A slender sinister smile sprung to the tiger’s maw. “No. But you can do something for me. I want you to watch everything I do, and I mean everything, leave no detail unobserved.”
Reiner smiled his eyes wide and eager to please and said with sure conviction and enthusiasm. “I will do this. You can count on me!”
Jarvis smirked, “Perfect. You start now.”
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Marie frowned at the computer screen, her chat box blinked with numerous messages. She found herself curious to meet T-Heart but he was pushing for the encounter a bit more than she liked. Marie tried to be catty; the response from T-Heart was suddenly urging and nearly desperate. Insecurities were not very attractive to her and so she let the chat window go, refraining herself from responding. Still the itch to peek at the messages rose; balling her fist Marie stopped herself. If she checked them T-Heart would know she read them.
The hour was growing late, yet Marie felt wide awake as if some weight of excitement had settled upon her. It made her nervous, so she turned to her comforts. A wide bed on which she plummeted, rolling languidly upon it. Her hand brushed upon an old leather binder, a photo album, which she picked up.
Chewing her lip Marie opened the album looking through the pages. She looked upon it for many reasons, mainly to get an understanding of what other people saw when they looked upon Jarvis and the others. Cameras did not reveal the fey’s true nature. Marie paused on her last birthday when all four were present, she had turned fifteen the four gathered around Marie and her cake, all looking to blow out the candles with goofy expressions, save for Jarvis.
Jarvis looked the same in every picture, tall, with salt and pepper hair. In every frame Jarvis was dressed to impress in suits, perfectly straight tie, business like stature, as if he was some undiscovered G.Q. model. Marie giggled, knowing full well he was not always business like, though these days he had enhanced the image even around her. She missed the days she would catch him sniffing a bag full of catnip, or lured in by a ball of string. For an uncle Marie did not know much about him. The feeling left her a little sour. She was aware he was a soldier of sorts, taming the land for the fey to take hold in Reno. Even in the pictures of him around Marie he held a suppressed predatory nature, something itching to get out.