I.n my Place.x +.open.+

[+.Shini.+]

The sun had set some hours ago, a breeze meandering about the tombstones. It carried the soft scents of newly placed flowers and wreathes; an airy and sad sort of perfume in the dark. The tombstones stood unmoved by the pretty smells, the growing cold or the long gone dusk, indifferent to the world, much like the charges they named and watched.

Stumbling about with the grace, and the respect of, a drunkard, there came a shifting creature to this cathartic sadness. Long legs weaved dizzily about in the tall grass as it bumped against the weather-beaten stone shapes, sometimes stopping to chat or apologize to the engraved surfaces. Eventually though, one bump was too much and it sent the long-legged being reeling backwards into a slight divet in the land. Waving his paws about in half-heartedness, the light-colored hound chuckled sadly at himself.

"Hee...mean rock. Why-hee...would you do...that..."

Colman drifted somewhere between consciousness and KO'd, a fuzzy, dreamy state of being that rarely makes sense. He could feel his empty stomach and weary bones protest his every action. Even lying on his back hurt, each spine bone crying foul. It had probably been three weeks since his last good meal, and four days since his last scrap. Ahhhh....

Coming to the sound decision that nothing good would come of lying like this, Colman shifted so that he was lying on his side instead.

"Oh...mud...heee..."

Lifting his head with whatever energy remained, the Borzoi looked bemusedly at the ground. He fell into a divet that retained some water from a storm a couple nights ago. Moving a slender paw in the muck, he confirmed the consistency of the liquid to be muddy, and most likely to glue him to the ground in the morning now that it was quite literally slathered onto what was left of him. Not wanting to be half-done, he rolled over onto his other side as well. Might as well be all muddy, instead of not at all. Wait, huh?

"Oh well," Colman said to no one in particular, "Too late now. Now....I'll just...wish for rain, hee."

The hunger was eating his braincells now, he could tell. His thoughts were never this hard to find. Or were they? It was so hard to think now, or remember.

So he didn't, opting to sit in the mud in the ditch in the graveyard. Maybe someone could tell him what he was doing here.

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The day had been good and bright though cold and humid from the autumn air. He was too hungry to stay hidden in the darkness and instead he tried to go look for the old tunnels where he heard Celes reside in. All day Foalan kept his right eye shut and only used his left that would be far more useful in the day. His right eye is completely blind to the light, sure he may be able to see a little bit but not much. Plus he gets massive headaches if he uses his right eye on light. To be able to see in the dark has its consequences that's for sure. Why its only his right eye and not his left is because his left eye doesn't have that ability. When he was in the labs, they had been working on his night vision ability when they finished messing with his enhanced senses and reptilian eyes. Through half the process he made his escape. Though he's not wining, its cool to see in the dark and plus before he went to the labs his right eye was completely blind, day or night, its blind completely. The humans had given him some vision with it but only at night or in dark places. It had been almost four years since that happened, he got used to having one eye open and the other shut, in dark places though he has his left eye open, though he can't see in the dark with it he wants to have both of his eyes open for a bit so he knows how to shut them both when he goes to sleep. Foalan smiled and laughed at the thought.

The giant dog paused and looked at the fading light now. The sun was setting, and he was at a grave sight. Foalan's heart twisted. To be where the dead rest and at the sunset brought him back the memories of that beautiful time with Lily. She was a beautiful dog, kind and warm. She died on sunset and it had hurt him terribly to know that he would never see her again. Though that was a long time ago. Foalan closed his eye and bowed his head, paying his respects to the dead and to Lily. He opened his left eye a moment longer and padded on, looking around to see if anyone was around, any humans that is. For a few moments he looked but no human, with his sharpened nose and ears he could not detect any humans even with his enhanced eye sight. To have this ability, have all your senses sky high is very useful. With his ears he can hear the cars going around from a very far distance, in which a normal dog wouldn't be able to hear. He can listen on a conversation out of normal earshot range. Foalan can detect so many scents in so far places and so many scents at once that a normal dog wouldn't of been able to whiff out from a far distance. His eyes are keen to the very detail of things and can see things perfectly from very far like cats can. Along with night vision his right eye can detect things in the dark as well. Foalan wondered what kind of ranks there are in Celes, and what rank would be best for him. Well he doesn't like to fight, he hates it though he would protect his comrades. Maybe a scout because he is good at finding things.

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Foalan told himself that the sun would go down real soon and that he would be able to open his right eye soon. He looked at the foggy area once more and knew there were no humans in the area. Though he did hear the lightest padding of an animal far off in the cemetery. Foalan's back that was perfectly normal suddenly started to sprout wings. Big powerful light brown and dark brown line texture eagle wings. He stretched them out a bit more, they were big, has to be since he is a giant, has to be big enough for him to be able to fly. Daemons with wings are weak or gets broken or hurt lots easily. Yet Foalan was taught everything about health from his father, and Foalan had met a few daemons that actually look after their wings so that's why they are healthy and strong. At nights like this he would go on flights to exercise his wings since he keeps them locked up inside for a long time though he doesn't when sleeping. His belly growled once again and Foalan knew he should go get something to eat, a bird or something in the forest for him to eat.

He was about to, when his enhanced ears heard a voice. Foalan blinked, the creature he heard moving around in the cemetery sounded like a dog now by the way his voice is. By voice is male and by scent corrected him, it was a borzoi too. The way the dog was moving he could see that the dog was starving since his steps were unfocused. Foalan smiled, if the dog was hungry he could easily get something for him to eat. He unlike some loners don't like being alone. That's why he decided to go look for Celes, why not the other three was obvious. Morg would kill him on the spot, Paladin lives in the sunny or bright spots and Demeron is way too mean for his liking. The way they use dogs is barbaric, Celes is a lot like Paladin but they live in the tunnels, the darkest spots. Celes has more of his likings than the rest so its obvious that he would choose that pack and not others. The dog shook his head to clear it and watched as the sun passed through the horizon and now twilight. It was dark enough to let his right eye go free. He opened it and blinked a couple times to get both of his eyes in sink. Foalan ran and flapped his powerful wings once or twice on a test and than made a powerful flap and took off. He circled getting himself higher and higher till he was almost touching the clouds. The dog mix looked down, everything to a normal dog with just wings would find this too high because it would be hard to see things on the ground this high. However, his enhanced eyesight and his night vision he could see just perfectly. He found the borzoi male lying down in the mud and blinked. Foalan giggled and smiled, that borzoi really needs something. He flapped off and lowered himself down a bit by gliding a bit. The dog mostly concentrated on his right eye to spot his prey. He found an owl slinking down to the ground and catch a mouse, a plump one too. Foalan knew that sight-hounds don't eat much and shouldn't eat much. The size of the owl its a great grey. That owl would surely fill him up since he has a big stomach. Why how could he not, he's part Great Dane, Gordon Setter, and Anatolian Shepherd, all three are big dogs and almost giants, actually Great Danes are one of the biggest dogs in the world.

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He bent down hard and swiftly and folded his wings and made a dive. The powerful air butted him but he didn't care, he needs to catch that animal before it gets into the trees. Lucky for him it isn't an eagle, eagles are fast and hard to catch, owls are different. They hunt at night, have night vision like he does in his right eye, they fly slow so they could stay completely silent. Though with his ears he can still hear their flapping. That's how powerful his ears are, they are as sensitive as a bat's ears. Near the ground he flipped and unfolded his wings and flapped hard so he wouldn't crash on the ground. With his fangs he caught the bird and crushed its chest as he held it on its shoulder. He crushed it to death with its hooked beak still clinging to the mouse. Foalan hovered for a bit, trying to not hit the tree. He was so close in losing his prey, its a good thing that he practiced flying a lot or he would of surely crashed and snapped his neck. He shoved to the side, moving away to a clearing and started flapping hard again. Foalan went close to where the dog was and landed neatly on the ground. Not wanting to startle the dog more than needed he hid his wings again, retracting them so it looks to everyone that he has no wings and look like a normal giant dog. Though now he has a great grey owl which is a big owl. He found the dog still lying there and padded on, making his steps sound a bit strong so the dog would be able to hear him advancing. Though he could have said hello his mouth was busy for the moment.

[+.Shini.+]

Still chuckling in an almost bizarrely high fashion, the light-headed borzoi hardly noticed the massive shape that came looming into his vision. It didn't help that the mud took to clinging to his eyes now, stinging as they did. If he had the energy to, he could have tried listening better, but alas. The ability to multitask had left him awhile back.

Feeling he should do something at the very least, the muddied hound waved a paw at the creature.

"Hullo there, you," he called dazedly, quite like he still didn't trust his eyes as the other came towards him. Col lifted his head a bit before flopping in the mud again, almost passing out from the movement. Geez, why'd everything feel like lead? Maybe that's why his thoughts were taking ages; they weren't lost, just lead weights.

While drifting lightly down that train of thought, the mud-splattered Borzoi decided that some observations should be made.

"Goodness, you...look big enough to...eat me, hee. Not that...hee...there's much left. What you-hee...have there now?"

Colman, even despite his deranged state, could still be a little snarky when the need called for it. Seeing the dead owl clamped firmly in the other dog's jaw sparked something in his mind. Suddenly lifting his head with newfound reserve, Col watched the deceased bird swing. Then with eeriee swiftness, he switched to gaze quite intently at the other dog, as large as he may be.

"I do hope that's not for me. I can't eat owls. I am a dove you know."

And although still sounding quite insane, Colman's words were almost sharp with lost wit. Birds were always a big no-no in his book, starving or not.

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With his left eye it hard hard to see the dog by the darkness. He can see the dog a little bit like his markings, his head and shape, but that's all. However, with his right eye he can see the dog as clearly as the day time. The dog looked a bit skinnier than he's supposed to be. By his slurred words that he is very well starving. Well the mouse would be good for not but he can see the dog would need to eat more properly or he really is going to die. He heard from his father about sight-hounds, how they are skinny. At the beginning it baffled him how they could be so skinny and not be dead. Cotex told him that, they use their light body to run fast, he told him that sight-hounds are the fastest dogs in the world, no dog can beat their speed. He had learned just how fast they are and was glad he never went in a race with one because he knew he would lose big time. Cotex taught him a lot of things through his pup hood, not just herbs, manners, fighting, hunting and the world. He also taught him about all kinds of dogs and what they need to have. With sight-hounds they only need a small meal, three every day and right after eating they need to relax and sleep because if they don't they would get sick.

Foalan watched as the dog talked and told him the owl couldn't be for him. He closed his eyes, he hoped the dog hadn't seen his eyes, if he had seen them he probably wouldn't be as comfortable as he is now. Though in that state he bet he wouldn't have noticed even through the day. Funny isn't it? He dropped the big bird and opened his eyes again to the dog. "No, I know you wouldn't be able to eat it, its for me actually." Foalan reached down again, this time going to the owl's beak where the plump mouse was. By the size it would fill the dog up for a while. He bit down on the mouse and tore it off the owl's powerful beak. Foalan turned and padded to the dog, he put down the mouse gentle to the dog's paws and turned his back on him. He went back to the bird and circled, he lied down and put his right paw on its belly while his left lied on its wing. His tail was curled. Anatolian Shepherd's tails are curled most of the time, he got that habit from them as well as their fur color and the thin coat. Well except at the back of all his four legs which has longer patches of hairs. He got that from the Gordon Setter. Foalan was a mix of three dogs, his father though was a pure bred Great Dane. It was obvious that Foalan's mother was a mix of Gordon Setter and Anatolian Shepherd.

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He turned and started to pluck the bird of all its feathers before taking a bite out of it. Foalan can't really eat feathers now could he. Plus with winter so close an owl's feathers would thicken. There was in deed lots of feathers on this great grey owl that was for sure. He got all the feathers off of the bird's chest and took a bite out of it. The blood going down his throat as he tore off a piece and started to chew. It tasted good, he hadn't really eaten most of the day which wasn't good for your health. He swallowed the meat and looked to the dog. Foalan loved having company, it reminds him of the times he had spent with his brother and father. Also the times he had spent with other loners he had come across and friendly small packs. Foalan had met a few gangs of them but he never stayed in them. He was searching for Celes Pack only and wanted to be in that pack only. All because they had tunnels, it would be great to be able to keep both of his eyes open at the same time mostly. "I hope that mouse would be good enough for you? I can eat a lot but I probably won't be able to eat the owl and the mouse."

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Whatever was left of Col's odd aggression flew away when the mouse dropped onto his muddied paws. It took a moment to make the connection, in which the other much larger dog started taking apart the owl. Probably a good move, since this Borzoi was awfully peculiar with birds. But he was being fed, he was no longer alone in the dusky sadness of the graveyard, and since adrenaline vanished from his much depleted body, Colman returned to tripsville.

"Oh, gee...for me? Hee....you're the nicest dog I've...met all we-hee...week."

Lowering his long muzzle to the morsel, he gave it a sniff before practically swallowing it whole. It was very hard to resist doing so, considering his last "meal" was a burger wrapper with leftover cheese on it. After a minute of nearly gagging himself, the hungry hound decided it would probably best best to start with a haunch and then work up from there. Goodness knows how his stomach would react to real food; it would most likely be gleeful to throw it back up again. And besides, this very interesting stranger appeared with food! His most favorite kind for stranger to say in the least, and he didn't want to be rude or anything.

After munching halfway through the mouse, Col could already feel some of his common sense returning and his thoughts became less shackled and dark. First thing he noticed was he was really quite tired from loping around the town the entire day, and second, what on earth was he thinking; it'll take absolute days to wash off what he accomplished in less than three minutes. Having long, luxurious fur was such a mixed blessing.

Finishing his meal with a satisfying snap, the dirtied Borzoi returned attention to this new friend. At least, they'd have to be a friend to grant him a free meal. Unless there was something dirty afoot. But nothing seemed wrong and Colman enjoyed good company as much as the next dog.

"Sooo...." the muddy dog started, crossing his front paws and trying to look very much like he wasn't deranged and just rolling in wet dirt, "May I ask who I'm thanking?"

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The dog accepted the mouse which made Foalan happy. He liked helping others in need and making friends. Foalan is a social type of dog, not suited as a loner but more like a pack dog. Cotex told him time after time anyway. Through Foalan's pup hood the most questions he ever asked of his father was about packs, he wanted to learn so much about them. They were thought as a big family, a big group of loners living together, looking after one another and fighting to protect one another. Foalan dreamed of being in a pack. His father thought it nice that his son dreamed of something like that. Foalan had asked his father one time if he had ever been part of a pack before. He didn't get an answer but a part of him knew that his dad did before because he knew so much about them, more than a loner would know. Plus the fact that Cotex's eyes shown pride when Foalan told him he wanted to be in a pack. Cotex was so proud that he even told him which pack he was going to join one day.

His father knew lots of packs, even know their names and what they stand for. Cotex knew a lot about Demeron, Morg, Twindle, Paladin, Celes, Bluestone, and Hart Pack. He even knew the locations of every pack, told him Demeron, Morg, Paladin and Celes belonged in a city called Harthorn like the other packs he listed live in other cities and some of them like Twindle were small packs while the four were really big. At the time Foalan didn't know which pack to join. Why? It's obvious, at the time he was just a normal dog, he wasn't a daemon at the time and could see perfectly with his right eye in the day with no headaches. Well at least not until the symptoms appeared that is. Other dogs that became daemons were caught by humans and taken by force, Foalan was not. He was taken there by his free will, his father and brother took him there to try and save his life. Foalan had been dying at that time, suffering the same disease his mother had. A illness that no dog could cure with their great knowledge of herbs, and Cotex was one of the best. He couldn't cure his met and he knew he wouldn't his son. Every dog knew that humans have advanced medicine and they knew that they would save Foalan's life.

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They did save him, they even cured his blindness though half way. The first symptom in the disease that killed his mother was blindness. Foalan's right eye became blind and his left eye had been starting to go blind by that time. The humans had messed with his eyes more than anything else, they gave him some sight at least for his right eye and for that he is grateful for. Though he knew he would never be normal again, if its not his wings or his physic ability its his eyes. His eyes used to be brown but because of the blindness they turned whitish blue pale. Strange color but not caused by daemon transformation, it is a scar to show that he used to be blind. It's the fact his pupils aren't round, they are slashed like a cat's eye or reptile's eyes.

Foalan took another bite of his meal as he thought about the old days. It had been years since all that happened. He kept in mind that he had gone through a lot in his life, but hadn't most dogs gone through a lot. Well he is five years old, of course a lot of things would have happened to him through the time. The dog asked what his name was so he knows who he was thanking. Foalan wondered if the guy realized it yet that he was a daemon. Most dogs that were normal often get scared or run away from him. Even the dogs that thought him kind got a bit scared of him when they realized he wasn't normal. He could only think that they thought he had been just acting kind and that to trick them. "It's Foalan" he swallowed and took another bite of his meal, eating slowly to make the time last a bit longer. His father did warn him before they went to the kilco labs that his life would forever change after the labs and dogs will forever fear him. Foalan didn't care though, he wanted to live a bit longer because he had so much knowledge. It would have been such a waste if he never got to use it. His choice wasn't out of fear nor was it selfish, he only thought about using his knowledge to help others, save lives. Dog's that are selfish wouldn't have thought about helping others in the future, they would only think about themselves and that's just not Foalan.

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Foalan swallowed his bite and pushed the thoughts back. He hoped the borzoi isn't scared of daemons or this is going to go bad. Foalan never really fit in with lots of dogs, not just the normal ones but daemons too. For one most daemons have this uncontrollable thirst for blood. Lots of daemons can control it and he's one of those, but lots of daemons don't try to control it. That's why most normal dogs are scared of daemons because they have deep recentment and powerful urges to kill. Foalan was also different because he's a healer, a dog that messes with plants. His father is thought of a freak because he messes with plants so its as bad as being a daemon. Why his father told him that his life would change that all dogs would fear him and that is because he is a healer and a daemon, he would be an outcast to both daemon and normal dogs. That's why he needs to try and join Celes Pack. He doesn't want to be treated as a freak by them. Maybe it would be best to keep his healing secret if they don't have a healer rank. Well if they don't like him and that and doesn't give him a chance to belong even when they do find out about the healer side of him he could always join Paladin, even if they have a poor hangout.

He closed his eyes and through all his thoughts away. He wanted to get to know more about this dog. More now because the dog was starting to think right. How he knew that was because on his question, about his name wasn't slurred but proper. Not like the rest of his words he spoke before that. "What about you? What is your name so I would know who I have helped." Foalan smiled at that. He hoped the night would go good. Though with his enhanced hearing he could hear something coming. Something large, not a machine and not an animal that walks on fours. Sounded like a creature that walks on two legs. Foalan could hear humming too from the direction. The large dog opened his right eye and looked around the area slightly, not trying to get the dog's attention to spook him or worry him. Far off, about a few miles off he could see a flash of moving light like those things humans used to be able to see in the dark while walking. The light made a small pain in his right eye. He hoped the human won't come this way or too close. The human by the heaviness of the sounds sounded like a male human, is the caretaker of this place. He had been in several other cemeteries before and he heard from his father that in a cemetery a human would be guarding the place from preying eyes on the bones of the dead.

[+.Shini.+]

Colman chuckled amiably, his original self becoming more alive by the second. Being nearly starved to death really took a toll on one's nerves, and this dog was no exception. He was little quicker to recover though, a real blessing because it's hard to be taken seriously when you spout everything that comes to mind and then some.

"I'm Colman, and it's a pleasure."

He watched curiously though as the other suddenly avert his attention elsewhere for a moment. It was a little hard to see in the encroaching dark, but there was something rather odd about his right eye. Col hardly payed it any attention; it wasn't his business or in his nature to poke into potentially sensitive areas. Foalan seemed nice enough, eye problems or not. And absolutely massive too. The Borzoi couldn't imagine anything trying to attack him in the middle of the night. A nice advantage, especially when one travels around Harthorn like Colman did. But that was the result of being lost almost constantly, and apparently no matter where he was persistently harassed by something. This has probably been the first evening since he ran away that a belligerent squirrel or a pack of uppity rats hasn't tried to take aim at him.

Following this rather fruitless train of thought with a slight frown, the muddied creature nearly missed the faint glare of sweeping light in the distance. Standing up quite suddenly, a move that nearly knocked him over again, the hound watched with more attention as the light passed through the trees again, casting a tacky false glow on the tombstones. It was still some distance away, hidden behind shrubbery and branches. And it had to be human. Only humans would use false sunlight to see.

Testing formerly shaky legs on the drying packed mud, Col stretched his protesting limbs. His stomach voiced its concern rather loudly; he still was at top of his game, but the recent meal will do enough for a good run. Turning to Foalan with a cheerful expression, the long-legged hound voiced his thoughts.

"I guess we should get going, huh?"

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So the dog's name was Colman, nice name. Though to Foalan every name is good to him. Why? He doesn't really know, he finds all names nice since most fits the dogs they are embedded on. Or maybe it was because every name has a meaning. You just have to know them. See this is why Foalan loves to learn, all he ever really did in his entire life was learn. After he became a daemon, he learned how to control them, he came to winged daemons that taught him how to fly. He came to daemons that have telekinesis like him and they taught him how to control it. Foalan learned a lot from them and even learned about names and their meanings. They told him his name meant wolf though they told him it sounded a bit strange. Well it didn't matter to him, he had the name for a long time, doesn't matter how it sounded different to the original or spelled different. They taught him about most names and their meanings, he could remember in his big head that Colman means little dove. A beautiful name indeed because the dog looked like a dove, if he had wings, white wings his name would indeed fit.

The caretaker came closer, his light flashing everywhere. He found his friend was looking at the same direction, it seemed he was starting to see it now too. It means the fact the human was getting closer. Foalan new he would have to get going, but Colman just ate. He won't be going anywhere far that's for sure. Because if he runs now his stomach would get really upset and he would barf the food up he had just eaten. That's what happens to sight-hounds that do exercise right after they eat. If not barfing its huge and painful cramps. If Colman new what was best for him he won't do that because then he would go back being hungry again later tonight when the cramps would go down for him. The borzoi got to his paws and asked they should probably get going. Foalan would agree on that, its a bit dangerous to be around a human. For one they could call other humans to capture and take them to wherever. Well not like they can ever catch him, he can see in the dark they can't, he can detect where they are if they try to ambush or surround him. And if they were close by and even trap him he could always fly away. No way can they catch him. Yet it isn't about him, he looked at Colman. He was a normal dog he wouldn't be able to get away from them.

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Foalan crouched down, forgetting about his owl, well he finished most of it now, a scavenger can have it now and get their fill. He heard them near sunset when getting here, in the morning they would be up and will take the rest of the owl. Foalan thought what he should do, the human was getting closer and closer. Well it would be nice if he could make himself and Colman invisible. Too bad he never heard of a daemon that could become invisible, that would be a nice trick. Well even if there was such an ability he doesn't have it. Let's see what abilities he has that might come of use. Well he has retractable wings, telekinesis, night vision, and enhanced senses. Abilities that would prove useful. Hmm, maybe he could frighten the guy and make it look like there was a ghost. That might work, he turned to the sight-hound. "I got an idea, you hide behind the tombstone." He ordered in a hasty voice, he doesn't like giving orders but there was no time to explain. The human was too close now, it was thanks to the bushes that hid them and a good thing that Foalan had ducked down because if he hadn't he would have been spotted. He could hear the human's pawsteps, it was coming closer. The light fell on the dead owl and was focused on that for a bit.

Foalan spread his wings out, lying them on the ground and waited. The human came to the dead owl near Foalan. He had moved near to the tombstone now. He snarled the human gasped and turned, Foalan used his mind ability and swiped the human's light stick off his paw. The human backed away and gasped. Foalan got to his paws and made a roar, a half bark half roar that sounded like no creature before. He was gifted on that. Foalan spread his wings to its full extent, the dim light showings the outlines of his wings. The human screamed in fear and ran away in horror. Foalan laughed as he watched it running and tripping down the road to his shelter and slammed the door. He could hear something clink and knew the human had locked the door. Foalan laughed and turned to Colman. "It's alright now Colman, we're safe for the night." To make it extra safe, Foalan used his powers to break and spread all the things around in the building. Dogs with this ability wouldn't be able to do that with such perception but with his enhanced hearing its real easy to use his telekinesis ability at such a far distance.