Fang
Fang laid in his room stairing up at the ceiling. He herd the master get up and go down to the study. He hoped he was alright. Looking over at the door as the footsteps passed, he yawned slightly. He hadn't been sleeping to well, and tomorrow was going to be a long day. He wondered who the master would choose to take with him when he went into town. There was going to be even more work to be done when he came home if he had a new body with him.
Suddenly fang did not feel tired dispite the yawn that wanted to come from him.
He slips out of bed quietly, and to the door opening it barley an inch. The hall was clear, he might as well get a bit of work of his own done while he was awake. He moved down the grand staircase and past the closed door of the study, the light underneath confirmed his suspicions about the master being awake. He moved into the kitchen then into the greenhouse. He loved the greenhouse, the hot and humid air that the plants thrived in also allowed him to thrive as well. He spent a lot of his time either here or in the library or kitchen of the manor, doing his job.
He moved to the door that led out onto the grounds opening it. The air hit his skin, it was a nice warm night with a gentle breeze. He looked up at the moon and wondered if things would go as planned tomorrow, perhaps he should tell the master he wished to stay behind to watch over the manor if he was chosen. No doubt he would take the twins. A slight hiss comes from him. The twins did not like him, they said he was always trying to steal the master's affection away and become the favorite. He wasn't to fond of them either.they always seemed to be hiding something in his opinion. He sighed and closed the doors, turning to water the plants a bit to calm himself.