<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Lilah2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9813377#msg9813377)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 21<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>out on the street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Reid, open<br/><hr/>He was practically handing her a written invitation to tell him. She could tell from his voice he was starting to get a might concerned and if she didn't tell him now he was just going to be thinking all kinds of terrible things it could be anyway yet still she paused. If she shared this, and if he believed her, she would be putting something awfully worrying on his mind and she felt guilty giving him something to fret about when maybe his path wouldn't ever cross paths with 'doggy' and it would be nothing he'd have to be troubled with. Then again, how bad would she feel if he ran afoul of the beast? Pretty damn bad, she decided. She looked up and down the street just make sure there weren't any prying ears within eavesdropping range, and took a deep breath.<br/><br/>"Last night I came across a lawman...that Townsend fella...leading none other than Delores Whateley back to the Whateley estate," she began, keeping her voice low. There was no doubt by her expression that she believed every word she was about to tell him. "You know what they say Delores done, little thing like that? Anyways, I figured right away the Whateleys had once again bought their own brand of justice, wouldn't be the first time, and we'd all wake up this mornin' and hear how she escaped or some such and none would be the wiser. I got curious about so I followed 'em a piece. Delores was spouting off all kinds of crazy stuff and Townsend had no patience for it, started treatin' her rough and all, even threatened to do her in, to hell with what he was s'posed to do. That's when it happened."<br/><br/>Lilah had to pause and figure out how she was going to describe the indescribable. "She gets right mad and gets this crazy smile on her face, starts calling for 'Doggy'. I didn't know what to make of it -- she was already talkin' to her doll. Then I'll be damned if this ol' goat don't come stumbling in, just some ol' wino, just as Townsend was fixin' to shoot Miz Whateley but the gun goes off and it's the old man what gets it, right in the chest. The poor man calls out the Lord's name and falls to his knees, he's pleadin' 'no' over and over again, I think he was begging for what happened next not to happen. That was my read of it, anyway."<br/><br/>She reached out and touched Reid's arm, locking her eyes with his knowing the worst part was coming. "I don't know you very well, Reid, but I like ya. And I don't like many folk 'round here. And I swear to you I'm not crazy, what I'm about to say is the pure truth. You would think this old codger would die, takin' a bullet like that, but he didn't. Right before my eyes, he turned into something else. There was a terrible growl that turned into a howl and Townsend starts unloading his gun, but it don't do know good, 'cause the old man turned into some horrible beast...a huge, slavering thing, and I stood right there and watched it tear Townsend to pieces. I'll never forget the sound of it."<br/><br/>She shuddered. "And all the while, Delores Whateley standing there giggling like she's watchin' a pup playin'. Then there's nothin' left of Townsend and I think it's gonna tear that woman up next, but instead it turned and scooped her up, she clingin' to him like she was bein' carried by her daddy, and run off with her. I've been giving it some thought, and I think somehow she can summon or control that thing...so all those people didn't die by her hand but they died by her will...or at the very least, she took delight standin' by and watchin' it happen, I guarantee you that."<br/><br/>She exhaled slowly. Maybe she was making Reid's life more troublesome but she sure felt better sharing it with somebody and other than bending his ear, she wasn't going to ask for anything more than his advice. "It was awful dark...I might recognize  the man if'm I saw him again. Pretty sure I'd recognize his voice from before he changed. But the question is...what now? Me and my six shooter ain't gonna do a damn thing to it. Whateleys own half the town and got enough money to bribe every law dog in office if they need to and they wouldn't take too kindly to my story. I don't feel like I can let it go though...what if I'm the only person what knows? How many more people are gonna dies if I don't do nothin'? Somebody's gotta know about this stuff, right? Maybe the Sioux? Those injuns are always talkin' about spirits and magic and that kinda thing. I either gotta figure out what to do or hand this off to somebody who can handle it but won't bow to the Whateleys...and I ain't got a clue either way."<br/>