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[fallenangelaryanoc]

Angels & Aliens

@missmindkiller

The dancing lights of Los Vegas. She'd missed the view. The mass amounts of lights in the nighttime. From afar, it seemed like a massive glowing ball of some kind. It also blacked out the stars that gleamed as well. But even a nicer time was when those lights went around skin, laid on it. A shiver passed though the blonde woman sitting at the top of the buildings.

Her eyes roamed and traveled, enjoying the sight. Her wings fluttering behind her before she brought them into herself. Emerald hues shifting back into the blue ocean color she originally had. Better to be up here than away from prying human eyes, she thought to herself. It felt like ages, ages ago since she'd been a human. Well sort of.

What Aryan did know, at the current moment was she was hungry. And human food wouldn't solve it. Time to find a bite to eat, she thought as she stood. She walked to an edge where the shadows were greatest and jumped, landing gracefully on her feet. Cerulean hues grazed over the sea of faces until it landed on a silver haired woman. Was she impending on territory or what? Suddenly the thought of taking a bite to eat sounded bad and this one.. woman... She seemed delectable. Either way, she needed to get close to this woman. One way or another. Either way it looked, it was going to be bloody.

There was times that she regretted falling from Olympus. This was one of them. There was times she enjoyed it. But currently... nope. She hated it. She'd seen her fair share of stuff in the world but whomever this woman was... Or whatever she was... She might regret putting her nose it.

[lovelymayor]

@peacefulsinger

How much longer would she have to wait?

It was already a terribly contentious campaign. Incumbent Mayor Swinton was pulling out all the stops, and it was all Councilwoman Canidae could do to show the public that a predator was the right choice for mayor by any means possible. Today, that mean getting out of her comfort zone.

Way out of her comfort zone.

Today, she would be attending a ribbon cutting ceremony as one of the top fundraisers. It was a shelter, the third such she had funded with charity galas in the last year. It wasn’t necessarily a stunt - she felt strongly about charitable giving, and the winter season only made those feelings more dire, more real.

But this time, Gazelle would be attending as well, even giving a small speech if Canidae were to believe her agents. This meant she would meet her. And what would she do? Faint? Scream? She had to try and contain herself. The crowd wasn’t very large, so the wolf wouldn’t have a place to hide, really. 

Canidae stood on the steps of the building, eager to open its doors, but with a growing trepidation as the moment drew closer. Would she see Gazelle’s horns first, travelling amidst the crowd? Or maybe she would see a limousine pull up, or a tour bus.

She was nervous.

[lovelymayor]

@smugmotherfoxer

Mayor Canidae had been to precinct one many times. Just like before, she offered a nod of greeting to Clawhauser as she went past, her bulky hyena bodyguard in tow. Her destination this time was Officer Wilde’s office. She knocked on the door twice before entering, positive that Wilde would be inside. Her bodyguard shuffled in after her and closed the door.

“I do hope I’m not late.” Canidae said, brushing her delicate bangs aside and letting pulling up her tail to sit comfortably across from the fox. Despite her inner turmoil over foxes and wolves, she actually respected Nick quite a bit. Not only had he saved the city with the help of his partner, but in person like this he seemed genuinely to be a positive force for good, more so than his badge might suggest by itself.

[lovelymayor]

@ferusofficiae

City hall had changed since Canidae took office. For one, mammals working as clerks and secretaries were more predator than prey. A subtle mammal inclusion initiative of her own sought to give jobs to foxes, coyotes, badgers, and other such species. After all, the public acted as if all a predator could be was a police officer, and even then only large, fit predators.

Her own campaign had been hard won, and now was the time to start taking action.

It began with a call. Savage received a voicemail from someone at city hall about a clerk position that had opened. The woman on the other end said should would love to interview him for the position as soon as possible, and including directions to none a conference room on one of city hall’s higher floors. this was all misdirection by the mayor herself, who wanted to make use of the rabbit’s... Expertise.

As the clock struck 1, she knew she could expect him soon. The wolf sat, flanked by her ever present hyena bodyguard, at the head of a long table.

[well-dressed-wolf]

Lucius entered Brush Bakery clad in his standard magician getup, fur neatly groomed, a tall top hat perched between his ears, his sleekly tailored tuxedo (fitting just a tad snugly after a few too many visits to this establishment), a large suitcase of various props and costumes at his side. He figured he’d start out with a few simple tricks, not overwhelm her, after all this was only for a sweet sixteen party, he didn’t imagine a group of teenagers would be too critical. 

“Knock knock, anybody hooome?”, he called out into the seemingly empty shop, “Time for your first day of practice, Felicityy.” 

[lovelymayor]

Mr. and Mrs. Wilde in:             Mayor-ital Bliss

@vectorofhope @vulpinemom

          It had been several weeks since Mayor Canidae had hired Victor Wilde and made the acquaintance, entirely separately and entirely by coincidence, of one Sylvia Wilde.

          Attempts had been made on Aurelina’s life since then. One had left her with a bullet wound in her thigh. Another loomed over her - the sniper named Leonard Beltway, hired by the Brotherhood of Baa to extort her until she broke. As of yet, she refused to let fear conquer her, even though under her veneer of confidence she was moments from shattering and reverting back to the scared little girl in the shock collar that she used to be.

          Today, she had been receiving a guided tour of a historically-significant university in the Sahara Square district. Walking had been hard with the wound in her leg, but she wanted to show Zootopia - and her assailants - that she would not be so easily stopped. It was just about finished when she mounted the steps behind a podium, a crowd of interested and supportive citizens gathered around. 

          Her speeches always went over well.

          That was, of course, until she was a few words into this one. The world started to spin. Her stomach throbbed and her throat felt dry. “-when I walked... around this campus I... felt...” Gasps came from the crowd as she breathed heavily into the mic. Her neck bent and her head rolled. “Please give me a moment...” She pleaded hoarsely, weakly, before collapsing against the podium.

[lovelymayor]

@artfulusher

Assassin. That’s what she knew the threat to be. An unsigned letter with a wicked icon of a wolf’s head in crosshairs. A phone number. A threat. 

Aurelina Canidae had been threatened many times in the past. Being pro-minority in Zootopia was about as popular as being pro-mandatory shaving for furred species. She was in her office still. For a moment she pondered using the office phone, but if it could be traced to her... Well, she didn’t want the media getting a hold of this.

The sun had gone down. Most of city hall, save the security, had left for the day.

The mayor took a deep breath, and dialed the number.

[lovelymayor]

@vectorofhope

“Be careful.” She had told him. “The sheep could strike at any moment. As I near the passing of my anti-crime legislation, subtly biased in favor of the predators, we will see their organization chafe.” Aurelina had given Victor several details she felt it would be useful for him to know. First, that the Brotherhood of Baa, an ancient fraternal organization had been spying on and threatening her ever since she came into office. It was always through intermediaries, but her childhood knowledge (which she kept from Victor) of the Brotherhood ensured she was privy to their operational methods.

At present, she, Victor, and Andrea as well as a few housekeepers and a chef were staying at the Canidae manor in Tundratown. It was an old mansion full of aged elegance and unsubtle decor. The portraits of wolves watching unfolding events made the halls thick with foreboding. The mayor was doing some “research” she called it, hence the need for her to be in the remote mansion. Victor had been assigned and kept on her payroll as a guardian in the shadows, and so he was tasked with patrolling the corridors of her ancestral home along with Andrea - it was a rather mismatched pair. A former star officer of the law and a former hit man.

“Do you think we should be poking around rooms like this?” Andrea asked Victor, an annoyed tone audible in her voice. “We should probably have stayed nearer to the study Ms. Canidae was working in...”