I watch, concerned, as darkness seeps from the catlike person. when it stops, I decide that it is time to keep wandering, as my name suggests.

I leave some coins on the table, then softly walk out of the tavern.

I enter an alley, then climb up a ramshackle brick wall. The building's roof is wide, slightly angled up. I tread lightly so as not to leave claw marks. 

Dawn is coming on. the cold, slightly damp wind pierces my cloak. The horizon is now starting to glow golden, casting black silhouettes of houses and trees.

it may have been my imagination, but perhaps the darkness of night lingered for moments longer than it should have.

I swiftly climb to the tallest tower, and watch as the day begins. 

I am not Echo or Pangolin. Sorry, @ the lamplighter. 

'who am i?', the question of all beginnings. 

and that is where i began. 

who am i? 

am i a human or a raven or a crow or a giraffe or the beloved eagle that soars so high? could i be a cheetah, speeding to catch up with it's enemies? 

nobody knows. 

i can be humanoid or unhumaniod. 

animalistic or plantlike. 

it depends on how i feel, really. 

i could be whatever i wanted to be. 

i stroll through the streets, my brightly colored wings flared out beside me, attracting looks from strangers. they've never bothered me- really. i don't need therapy. 

although sometimes a particularily snarky lady will come up to me and take some. 

that never ends well. 

and unluckily for them, it happens today. 

some snarky child has come to pick a feather. 

with a hiss, i swat away their hand, my fingers growing sharp, jagged scales until they're more claws than fingers. 

"don't touch it, lady." 

she goes back in again. 

i screech, an inhumane screech that echoes through the streets. 

and then i take off.  

I lean back in my seat, impressed. I'd never really expected this princess to possibly even consider going back. She's quite brave, braver than I'd ever expected. 

"Just a moment," I say, standing up. I walk back to my table and open my satchel. The potion bottles inside gleam, casting an array of colors on the side of the bag. I pull out a glittering red potion. I only have one of these potions on me, the ingredients it requires are quite rare and it takes a long time to brew. I pick up my satchel and return to Whisper's table.

Before I can say anything, a barmaid comes over carrying my soup and tea. I'd completely forgotten I had ordered them. "Thank you," I say, nodding to her. Then I turn to the princess. I hold out the potion and she stares down at it.

"This potion will make you look however you would like to appear. You drink half the bottle and the effects will last for twenty hours. When that runs out, you can drink the other half, that will last for twenty hours as well. Just picture what you want to look like, then drink. Keep in mind that this potion can also change height, voice, and age." 

Whisper gently takes the bottle and stares at it. She sloshs the red liquid and frowns nervously.

"Also the taste is quite unpleasant, but it doesn't last for long."

Whisper nods grimly. "When should I drink it?" She asks.

"Whenever you are ready. We can't leave quite yet, I would like to enjoy my meal first."

Whisper places the bottle on the table. "Do you have anymore?"

I smile. "No, but if you can get me into the castle, I'll make you another bottle." I eat a spoonful of soup. It's warm and incredibly comforting. Whisper is looking around the tavern, her body tense and her eyes slightly panicked. "You know," I say softly. "You don't have to help me. If you don't want to, just keep the potion. I -"

Suddenly, a person appears right in front of us. Whisper jumps and clutches at the table. I startle and reach into my satchel, ready for attack. "Hello, Princess - though, of course, you are not mine," They say quietly, as they sit down in the remaining chair. Their smile is crooked, much like mine. But I don't relax, a bow is strapped to their shoulder, glimmering obsidian black. A Ranger. 

I am neither Writing_in_the_dark or Zealatom! This will probably lead to me being guessed quite quickly, but my name has not been said on this thread yet.

@Runaway Princess, are you Luna Silvermoon? 

Soooory I didn't have free time for this lately...

One. Two. Three. 

Forgetting the Clockmaker, I stand up and make my way to the fireplace. This can't go on for longer, like this. My fur is already sagging with siponed darkness once more.

Four. Five.

The fire is burning contently, bright and tall. It is very tempting.

Six.

I hold out my hand towards the flame. It stutters, hissing. Then it goes out instantly as shadows cancel the light.

Seven.

I sigh as balance returns, for now. I need a constant light source to keep this up, or some magic cores at least. None are in reach, unless...

Eight.

My condition drops slightly as the Enchantress enters.

Hold up. 

A glow of intrest flashes into my yellow eyes.

So that's your game.

One turn of events. One corresponding action. One change. One imbalance. "Hah." I grin to no one in paticular. "So, that's the rule, isn't it? The one rule. One turn, one chance." Some new gazes focus on me as I speak. "And it's my turn."

No one seems to understand what my words mean, but I don't care. This puts a whole new light on things. Grinning, I push myself away from the fireplace. I close my eyes and concantrate. Beckoning, I flick my tail at the doorway of the tavern.

"Come." 

There is a screech, a thump, and a dragging sound outside. Ignoring some customers who have stood up at the unexpected sound, I open the tavern entrance and find my target sprawled on the pavement outside. They look rather dazed. Not for long though. Picking up my old elegance, I saunter out to drag them back into the room.

"What are you doing?" The Enchantress stops me halfway.

I admit that dragging people into taverns are rather strange, but she can't expect me to dine outside, can she? So I ignore her, flicking my tail for silence.

She persists however, talking in that same extotic accent. "Is this for some sort of ritual? I can't see any reason for you to do this."

I sigh. Are living souls so hard to get by these days that I can't even devour one without being critizised? Honestly...

~~~~~

In my opinion, three-and-a-half wall breaks are always fun to write. My conviction stands.

Oh, my, things are happening. This should  be fun.

"What shall we do?" I murmur to Fluffles. "So many powerful people. I doubt the Magus would be interested in speaking to 'assassin scum' like me. The Mage Guild always loved looking down its nose at the rest of us. The Enchantress, she's boring. Just another soul-eater. I'll see if I can learn something from the Keeper or the Clockmaker. What the Keeper needs is a powerful light source... I could probably get that for them."

I glance at the Clockmaker. The Keeper will be back to speak to them more, I'm sure. The Keeper needs something from them. For now, I might as well speak to that Ranger. Sooner or later I'll probably have to talk to the Lamplighter as well. I doubt they'll let me leave without confrontation.

So I wander over to the Princess's table and wordlessly slide into a seat.

Joing this either today or tomorrow!