[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/springe-085.jpg] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(240),w(160),sy] "Speech." So this is what it was to be a beat cop? Patrolling the city in style, Crispin was fairly certain none had quite pulled it off like him. His boss knew what he was. For a human, the guy wasn't half bad. In fact, he thought the fact that one of his newest officers could shift into a forty-five kilogram canine was pretty useful shit. It wasn't often one could get a 'dog' to tell him how to find a perp. But Cris wasn't on one of those lame missions. He was simply patrolling the quarter. His badge hung around his neck from a thick collar - a demand from his superior so there'd be no panicked phone calls of a wolf wandering the streets. He didn't want to have to deal with rabies scares. Cris could hardly blame him. Phone calls meant shit tons of boring ass paperwork. Despite the fact that he was currently roaming the streets as a wolf, people didn't seem to give him much of a second glance. If they did, the most he heard from them was, "Oh, shit! That's a huge husky!" It just went to show that people saw what they wanted to see. Long legs carried him quickly through lush gardens, despite the signs that winter was coming. Soon enough, snow would be upon them once more. Crispin couldn't find reason to look forward to them anymore. In fact, since...Nikki's death, he'd been going through the motions of life. It had been rough pretending everything was okay. He'd cried once after he got home from the hospital, but it had lasted hours. Sobs unlike any he'd had before had rendered him incapable of even uncurling from the spot on the living room floor where he'd fallen. The apartment had been helplessly empty: the one they'd been meant to share. A soft growl had him shaking his head. Enough of that. He had a job to do. The shifter paused, catching sight of a small child. Upon a quick inspection, he spotted no parents. Irresponsible assholes... he thought with a grouchy grumble. He hated kids. They smelled. And they were sticky. And they constantly had something to say. The job. Damn job. He prowled closer to her, but out of reach - job said nothing about allowing sticky damn fingers in his fur - where he looked at her. She was far too young to be out here. And the temperature was dropping by the minute. Shit, he could already tell this would be a lot of paperwork. [/scrolly]

Tears welled up in the toddler's eyes as she wandered about, a pale cream stuffed being half dragged-half carried behind her, tiny fist curled around it's long ears. Scratches marred her pale skin, her black hair clumped with the mud and soil she'd crawled and struggled through when she'd climbed out of the car that had taken her daddy's life. Too young to understand her father was dead, she'd tried constantly to shake him awake. To wake him in any method possible, before she'd gone to get help, the toddler quite determined that was what needed to be done. She didn't get far though before she'd felt the rush of heat, heard the boom of explosition. That had been many hours ago, and her hearing was still all rings, though she was starting to hear sounds once more. Tears peeked at the corner of her eyes, remembering the sight of the flaming car, her daddy trapped inside, not coming out. Still to young to truly harness her siren powers she'd only been able to watch, crying and hugging her bunny until she'd finally decided to find her mommy.

That had been hours ago, and she felt no closer. Tears constantly painted new trails of clean skin against the dirt smeared cheeks as she walked, the usually happy, and giggling child having not made a single peep in all those hours, only tiny sniffles. But it was getting darker now, and the young child was truly beginning to feel afraid. Hugging her rabbit closer, she stumbled against an unseen root and fell to the ground in tears. This time, she didn't climb to her feet, simply sat in the dirt, hugging her rabbit and crying. She wanted her mommy and her daddy. She wanted to be at home, in clean clothes, tucked in bed with a bed time story. She wanted her daddy to tickle her, and her mommy's goodnight kiss. Burying her face into her rabbit's belly she quivered against the cold, before crawling to a near by tree and curling up against it, smoke tinting the smell of her, dirt covering and getting into the wounds she'd gotten from the car crash, the cuts oozing muddy blood from her arms, a bruise on her temple. Small compared to her daddy's now charcoal body; but to her they hurt. She hugged her bunny tightly as she leaned against the tree before hearing the sounds of pawing. Instantly she looked up, seeing a silhouted dog, and she slowly climbed to her feet, thinking it was her daddy finally come to get her, only to notice this wolf wasn't black like her daddy's magicked form. She quivered as she stood on swaying legs, staring at the wolf with large blue eyes - already showing the signs of gaining her mother's siren beauty. Tears welled up in those very eyes as she stood for a moment, before running to the doggy, forgetting to be cautious, and clinging to it's neck, quivering as her rabbit was clutched tightly in her tiny fist, sobs leaving the toddler, as she shivered in the cold of the approaching night.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/springe-085.jpg] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(240),w(160),sy] "Speech." Even from where he stood, Cris took in the overwhelming scent of twisted metal and flames that coated her. There was fear and blood, too. But she wasn't afraid of him. A small part of him felt for her, for already he had a good idea of what had happened. She'd survived a car accident. Whether or not her parents survived remained to be seen, but it was apparent that she was without them. He should have expected it. Damn sticky fingers were like heat-seeking missiles for his fur. She raced towards him before he could step away, wrapping small arms around his neck and clinging as if for dear life. A stuffed animal was squished between her body and his chest, reminding Crispin that this was a child who didn't know enough to stay away. After a quick glance around, the shifter saw no one was around. With a resigned sigh, he changed, arms coming up to grab her should she let go of his neck in surprise. There was no fear of that, for she remained suctioned to him like a damn leech. Wind began to whip up, the hint of winter reminding him that she was not at all outfitted for it. Crispin knelt to the ground and struggled to shrug off his coat - a chore considering she wouldn't let go of his neck - to put it around her shivering shoulders. "What's your name? What happened?" he asked. It was the job, he reminded himself. Not that he cared. Just a job. And said job was going to be a long night. He'd been at the end of his shift, too... Crispin stood back up, his arms reaching up to hold her again since she'd come along for the ride. Already, he was heading for the precinct. [/scrolly]

The little girl clung onto the wolf tightly, tears in her eyes as she cried over the fear of the explosion, fear that she wont find her mother, that her daddy was gone forever, that she was going to be alone forever. She quivered as she cling to the wolf, all salty tears and whimpers as his warmth called her closer to his body, like a leech searching for some form of normalcy in a world that had been so recently turned upside down for the child. Her breath hitched as she felt him shift from beneath her grasp, his arms coming around to hold her as she clung to him, shivering against the cold, before feeling a heavy material come around her shoulders, draping over them with warmth, quivering as she heard his questions. She opened her mouth before her voice died, and it took a few more times before she managed to respond, "Rain." She sniffled, as her face pressed deep into his neck, rubbing at her eyes with her stuffed rabbit, "My name Rain.

" She was still too young to say her full name, and everyone else called her Rain, so it felt only reasonable that that would be the name she offered. Or at least reasonable to a toddler's mind. "Daddy's car got an owee. But it not going to be better! It turn into big light! And daddy not talk to me! He not getting out either! I want my daddy and mommy!

[/color]" She cried, shivering, her words jumbled, but managing to convey most of the story. She sniffed as she felt him stand, clinging to him tighter so she wouldn't be left behind, peering up out of his chest to glance around before cuddling back against his body, hiding beneath his coat so only the crown of her head, with her black hair had formally been pulled into two pigtails, showed.
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