On the seashore of Dead Coast, far away from the busy city life, was a small cabin. It used to do something back in the days, but people had since long forgotten what it used to do. The windows had been smashed, the wood had soaked up more water than it could probably handle, and the cabin, overall, looked desolate and abandoned. It was a wonder why anyone would even visit the cabin, since it gave off that uneasy haunted feel to those who came too close.
The only one that had decided to take a look at it despite its bad appearance was a Venom Ferrikoon, whose fur looked almost just as bad as the cabin's shape. She owned this cabin, once; she'd been given the task to offer homeless pets to new breeders, and to judge their capabilities as owners. Turned out, the business hadn't worked very well, and the cabin had been left to rot — quite literally.
Now, years later, the Ferrikoon had been picked to do a specific job. Pets that were special, that were one of a kind, that needed a new loving home. The business would taken care of better, and the Ferrikoon wouldn't have to literally end up living on the streets in order to come by every day. Still, could she do it again, after so many years? The cabin looked unusable, and the Ferrikoon was almost discouraged at the amount of work the cabin needed.
All the toxic pet could bring herself to do was stare at the cabin and sigh deeply.
"You're drawing such a long face."
If it hadn't been for the Shinzo standing right in front of the Ferrikoon, the toxic pet probably wouldn't have realized that the reptile was speaking to her. Blinking, the Ferrikoon looked down at the Shinzo down below. "What of it?" the female Ferrikoon asked grumpily, sighing again.
"Don't worry," the Shinzo purred, making her way towards the small cabin right down the path. "I know why you're here, and I can help you," the feline-looking reptile spoke, sitting down on the wet patio entrance of the cabin, as if waiting for the Ferrikoon to follow her.
Lifting an eyebrow, the Ferrikoon just crossed her arms slowly and tilted her head at the strange Shinzo. "Really? What, have you been creeping on me?"
Blinking, the Shinzo giggled quietly and shook her head. "It's not like that, silly," the other female answered, giving a gentle smile to the discouraged Ferrikoon. "I was sent here to help you, so of course, I need to know who you are," the Shinzo explained, although the explanation only further increased the Ferrikoon's confusion.
"Sent to help me?" the Ferrikoon retorted, approaching the smaller pet still sitting in front of her. "Help me how?"
Giving a loud purr, the Shinzo smiled brightly at the Ferrikoon. "Help you with the Outpost, silly. Why would we be here otherwise?"
"But how did you—"
"I was sent here to help you," the Shinzo repeated again, as the Ferrikoon's confusion seemingly only continued to grow instead of clearing. "Now, let me show you instead of explaining..."
Without adding another word, the Shinzo closed her eyes and spread her head wings, which grew to a size beyond what one would expect from a Shinzo. Everything started glowing around the two pets, and after a short amount of time, the Shinzo opened her eyes, now two brightly glowing orbs. Covering her face with her arms because of the blinding light, the Ferrikoon cringed at the unexpected display, wondering what in the world was happening.
"You can open your eyes now," the quiet, high-pitched voice of the female Shinzo said after a short amount of time. Given the cue, the Ferrikoon slowly opened her eyes, letting her arms fall back down to her sides. When her eyes adjusted to normal lighting again, the Ferrikoon found herself staring with both eyes and mouth wide open.
Right in front of her stood the old shabby cabin, now looking like a five-star chalet. Brand new windows and frames, new shining wood, and a form that shone brighter than a freshly-built house. "What... are you?" the Ferrikoon questioned as she narrowed her eyes at the Shinzo, whom only giggled lightly at the question.
"You could call me an embodiment of miracles," the Shinzo answered, getting up in order to step away from the Ferrikoon's way so she could step inside. "And I was sent here to help you with your Outpost, Toxin. Go right ahead; step in."
The only one that had decided to take a look at it despite its bad appearance was a Venom Ferrikoon, whose fur looked almost just as bad as the cabin's shape. She owned this cabin, once; she'd been given the task to offer homeless pets to new breeders, and to judge their capabilities as owners. Turned out, the business hadn't worked very well, and the cabin had been left to rot — quite literally.
Now, years later, the Ferrikoon had been picked to do a specific job. Pets that were special, that were one of a kind, that needed a new loving home. The business would taken care of better, and the Ferrikoon wouldn't have to literally end up living on the streets in order to come by every day. Still, could she do it again, after so many years? The cabin looked unusable, and the Ferrikoon was almost discouraged at the amount of work the cabin needed.
All the toxic pet could bring herself to do was stare at the cabin and sigh deeply.
"You're drawing such a long face."
If it hadn't been for the Shinzo standing right in front of the Ferrikoon, the toxic pet probably wouldn't have realized that the reptile was speaking to her. Blinking, the Ferrikoon looked down at the Shinzo down below. "What of it?" the female Ferrikoon asked grumpily, sighing again.
"Don't worry," the Shinzo purred, making her way towards the small cabin right down the path. "I know why you're here, and I can help you," the feline-looking reptile spoke, sitting down on the wet patio entrance of the cabin, as if waiting for the Ferrikoon to follow her.
Lifting an eyebrow, the Ferrikoon just crossed her arms slowly and tilted her head at the strange Shinzo. "Really? What, have you been creeping on me?"
Blinking, the Shinzo giggled quietly and shook her head. "It's not like that, silly," the other female answered, giving a gentle smile to the discouraged Ferrikoon. "I was sent here to help you, so of course, I need to know who you are," the Shinzo explained, although the explanation only further increased the Ferrikoon's confusion.
"Sent to help me?" the Ferrikoon retorted, approaching the smaller pet still sitting in front of her. "Help me how?"
Giving a loud purr, the Shinzo smiled brightly at the Ferrikoon. "Help you with the Outpost, silly. Why would we be here otherwise?"
"But how did you—"
"I was sent here to help you," the Shinzo repeated again, as the Ferrikoon's confusion seemingly only continued to grow instead of clearing. "Now, let me show you instead of explaining..."
Without adding another word, the Shinzo closed her eyes and spread her head wings, which grew to a size beyond what one would expect from a Shinzo. Everything started glowing around the two pets, and after a short amount of time, the Shinzo opened her eyes, now two brightly glowing orbs. Covering her face with her arms because of the blinding light, the Ferrikoon cringed at the unexpected display, wondering what in the world was happening.
"You can open your eyes now," the quiet, high-pitched voice of the female Shinzo said after a short amount of time. Given the cue, the Ferrikoon slowly opened her eyes, letting her arms fall back down to her sides. When her eyes adjusted to normal lighting again, the Ferrikoon found herself staring with both eyes and mouth wide open.
Right in front of her stood the old shabby cabin, now looking like a five-star chalet. Brand new windows and frames, new shining wood, and a form that shone brighter than a freshly-built house. "What... are you?" the Ferrikoon questioned as she narrowed her eyes at the Shinzo, whom only giggled lightly at the question.
"You could call me an embodiment of miracles," the Shinzo answered, getting up in order to step away from the Ferrikoon's way so she could step inside. "And I was sent here to help you with your Outpost, Toxin. Go right ahead; step in."