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TLODV::Chp1Unfinished::Chapter 1: Elsewhere
"Muta!" Baron called out to his large, white friend. "Muta, don't do this!"
"What, and stay here with that thing!" The white cat pointed to Baron's new companion.
"What!? Me!?" The green and white dog barked out in disapproval. He was a stray, found and rescued by the Baron who was nurturing him back to health. Though a similar size to Toto, Leafi was a child in Baron's eyes. They'd been friends for just over a week, but Leafi still did not fulfil the emptiness inside that he felt so strongly.
"Yes! You! I feel replaced!" The cat folded his arms indignantly.
"Muta, stop acting so immature." Baron began, disgruntled. As his friend made his way towards the door.
"Humph! You think I'm being immature? You're the one who dragged that mangy mutt into the bureau in the first place! I'm going Elsewhere!"
"Muta-" But it was too late, the big, white cat had already slammed the door and was on his way to "Elsewhere".
Baron collapsed in a heap onto his elegant armch
" If you find yourself troubled by something mysterious, or a problem that's hard to solve there's a place you can go where you'll always find help. You just need to look for it."
Opening her sleep encrusted eyes, Emily murmured under her breath dazed by the early morning sun. It seeped in through the window pain like glistening honey.
She groaned at the obnoxious buzzing of her alarm clock as it attacked her eardrums. Raising slowly and awkwardly from her bed, she pulled back the cover and placed her feet on the floor. Perched on a precarious angle she stopped, gazing at the worn, pink carpet like it was an interesting artefact. Did it really have to be a school day?
Monday morning, more agonizing and rueful than any other week-day, the day that the weekend finally perishes and Emily would return to school once more. There was always the good points though, seeing her friends, Art lessons, that weren't really lessons to her usually,
A tall silhouette loomed over the moon-bleached tarmac, a long, black shadow was caste across the ground, the shadow flickered along side the figure, as though it were his dancing partner.
The moon illuminated the figure's features. The cat had a elegant build with a sharp, pointed nose. His fur was combed, precisely from cheeks to ears. He was greying softly around the muzzle but he still carried a distinguished look, and his pale amber eyes shimmered gently in the milky twilight.
He adjusted his monocle, and reached into his back pocket. Rummaging for a moment he pulled out a key and rammed it sideways into the lock on the door of the building.
He opened the door, slowly stepping in, his shoes making sharp clumping noises on the steal floor.
He turned on the light switch, revealing a out-stretched corridor, it was blanketed in a steal-like material with an assortment of wooden doors with labels of all shapes and sizes. The walls, ceiling and floor were
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