02-27-2007, 03:58 AM
Dmitri turned and laughed. "You think that camoflauge is enough to hide you from the White Fang?" He pointed, a small arc of electricity going between his finger and the tip of the raptor's tail. "I have touched your mind; I can find you again at a moment's notice." He strengthened the current for a moment, giving his target a little jolt, then let the arc dissipate entirely. "Perhaps that will zap some sense into you."
As he turned, he suddenly felt a twinge of precognition. I'm being followed. He swept the area with his mind, coming up with nothing. Hmph, a nosy mundane, then.
"Think about it, Razar. A contract with the White Fang or enmity with us. Choose wisely." He held out an outstretched palm, telekinetically pulling his motorcycle to him. Without another word, he mounted and started it, psychically watching the raptor, then riding off in a screech of tires.
Dmitri...
Master. He did not comply.
It is of no account. There is something more pressing to which you must attend.
Your will, Master. What would you have me do?
A nosy mundane overheard your exchange and your mention of us. A costly error, Dmitri. Rectify it or face termination.
This wasn't the first time Dmitri had been given such an ultimatum. Worry not, Master. I will attend to it.
His Master's next thought had a bite of uncharacteristic edge to it. You had better.
The telepathic link broken, Dmitri swept the area as he rode, trying to pick up the characteristic blankness of a mundane's psychic trail. Thousands of them had been through there in the past few hours. Picking out just the right one would be difficult.
As he turned, he suddenly felt a twinge of precognition. I'm being followed. He swept the area with his mind, coming up with nothing. Hmph, a nosy mundane, then.
"Think about it, Razar. A contract with the White Fang or enmity with us. Choose wisely." He held out an outstretched palm, telekinetically pulling his motorcycle to him. Without another word, he mounted and started it, psychically watching the raptor, then riding off in a screech of tires.
Dmitri...
Master. He did not comply.
It is of no account. There is something more pressing to which you must attend.
Your will, Master. What would you have me do?
A nosy mundane overheard your exchange and your mention of us. A costly error, Dmitri. Rectify it or face termination.
This wasn't the first time Dmitri had been given such an ultimatum. Worry not, Master. I will attend to it.
His Master's next thought had a bite of uncharacteristic edge to it. You had better.
The telepathic link broken, Dmitri swept the area as he rode, trying to pick up the characteristic blankness of a mundane's psychic trail. Thousands of them had been through there in the past few hours. Picking out just the right one would be difficult.