Post by Kasatsu on Jan 2, 2008 18:22:35 GMT -5
So, inspired one day and since I did not have internet this morning I typed it up. <3 This is Aderlass's back story for those of you who are interested in knowing wot makes him tick XD
A small female mouse withered on the floor, her body wracked with pain from some new drug that she had been given earlier that evening. This was becoming a more and more common fate for her lately, one that he older brother feared.
Her cries woke him, “Lyne! Lyne!” Jumping out of bed he ran over to her side on the floor, pulling her into his arms, rocking her gently to try and qualm her shaking.
His sister only gave another cry of pain, her small body continuing to shiver from the pain and affects of the drug.
Fear flooded him. Tears began to fall. Whipping an arm across his hands to get rid of the evidence of his tears, he reminded himself that older brothers don’t cry.
When her body stilled for the last time, he clutched her small form tightly to himself wishing that this was just a nightmare. However, no matter how much he wished he knew that this was nothing but reality.
“It really is inconvenient, wot happened.” His mother greeted him at the table a few days later. After Lyne had died she had locked herself up in her lab trying to analyze the results from her new data for the drug. “I was so close to finding it too, and then that girl had to go and do something like die. Now I have to go through all of the trouble of finding a new subject.” She clicked her tongue as if she was offended by the whole matter.
Seeing the frightened and pale look on his face she clicked her tongue again, this time in a belittling manner. “Don’t fash yourself, my dear. I have something much more special for you.” With that she proceeded to ignore him as she began to eat her meal.
He was asleep in his bed when the amount of light increased from the bedroom door being slowly opened. His mother stood there in the doorway, standing on her back legs in that odd manner that otters had. A new wave of fear and panic flooded through his small form. It has been almost a year since his sister had died, the memories of which still haunted him. After her death his mother had taken to the practice of leaving her lab less and less, disappearing for months on end only coming up at night to grab some food.
The fact that she stood in his doorway now had him shaking in fear, a small squeak of fear trying to find a release but he swiftly swallowed it.
“Don’t worry, my baby. Mommy will take good care of you, okay?” She made her way over to him, a cloth held out in front of her.
He proceeded to pale even more, paralyzed by what was happening. . .
He awoke, sitting up in bed and instantly regretted the action. A stabbing, searing pain filled his head blurring his sight. The whole world swam before his tear clouded eyes. Placing one hand behind him to steady his sitting position, he brought the other one slowly to his head.
Finding a bandage wrapped around the top part of his head he quickly withdrew it. Bringing the hand in front of his eyes, as if to see if what he had felt had really been touched by is hand, he discovered that the tips of his fingers were smeared with something liquidly and red.
“Now look at wot you have done!” A sharp voiced snapped from the doorway.
Startled he turned his attention to the door, finding his mother standing there.
“You have gone and caused it to bleed again, you fool! Now I am going to have to change your bandages again! You really are a nuisance.” She swiftly set to the task of changing the bandages, paying no attention to the amount of pain she caused him in the process. When he cried out in pain when she stabbed him with the pin that held the bandages closed, she gave him a glare that had him quickly stifling the yelp.
Having finished she grabbed his paws, which were covered by the gloves she had given him and demanded that he wear on pain of punishment, she looked at them with, smiling softly while she admired the mutation. Slowly, the smile still in place, she tightened her grip on his hands slowly digging her claws in till he was wiggling on the bed trying to pull his hands away from her.
“Do. Not. Touch those bandages, you hear me?”
When he had shaken his head, careful of the pain, she gave him that cold smile meeting his eyes. She left, shutting the door behind her.
The bandages had been removed earlier that week, revealing a new pair of horns. They were sprouting from between his ears, growing just like that of any youngster who had them naturally from birth.
He hated them. And he hated the headaches their growing caused even more.
On one occasion she had asked him how they were coming along and he had told her about the headaches. Shaking her head she had replied “Silly son, pain is just a fragment of your imagination.”
“But . . .” he had protested.
“No but! Your mother knows best in these matters. Now get out!”
He had made quick work of scampering away from her.
---
Whenever his mother had locked herself in her lab he had taken to the habit of peering out the window to witness the world that he was not a part of. Peering out, on such an occasion, from between the curtains of the window in the living room he watched as a small pup, about his age, ran around yipping and barking. There were new people in town!
Watching with amazement he viewed this new family from behind his glass window. When the pup’s mom drew herself up from a task she had been doing, however, to respond to something the pup had done, he ducked behind the curtain. He was expecting the pup to be slapped by his mother, which was all that ever happened to him after all.
After a while had passed, his curiosity got the better of him and he brought himself to peer over the edge of the window seal. The sight he saw amazed him, it was such an alien scene to his eyes. The pup’s mother had not struck him rather it appeared she had gathered him up in his arms. He tilted his head in confusion.
He continued to watch this strange family and their pup. One day his curiosity got the better of him. Glancing back towards the door that led to his mother’s lab he saw that the door was firmly shut. Taking a chance he made his way outside, promising to not stay away from the house for long.
Shutting the door softly, he edged over to the fence that kept the two yards parted. Standing on a tree stump, he glanced over to spot the pup. From this close up he could more clearly see the pup’s missing tail . . . well at least the skin and muscles appeared to be missing. Watching as the odd contraption of a tail wagged he wondered absentmindedly if it was even possible.
Caught up on his wonderings it took a him a long moment to realize that the pup had spotted him.
“Hey, hey, hey! It’s you! I have seen you watching and I wanted to come over and invite you to play but mom said no. Something about talking to strangers. What is a stranger? But! Since your out here now it is okay for me to play with you! So, tag?”
Never had he had someone speak to him so much in what sounded like one sentence. Backing away slowly, he turned and ran back inside the house.
It soon became a regular event, regardless. When his mother was too busy with her work to notice his existence he would venture outside, the length slowly becoming longer and longer.
More often then not the pup, who had introduced himself as Mick – not to be confused with the names Mickey – would met up with him and then proceed to have a whole conversations about what had happened since the last time they had been together.
He tried, and failed, for the good part of a year to shake off the pup’s advances to no other result then them becoming best friends. He was introduced to the pup’s family, who seemed to take more of a liking to him then his own mother had spared thought to him. Mick’s mother had even allowed him to call her Miss Eva, while his own mother hated to even hear her son’s voice.
With their odd friendship came even more adventures out and away from his home. And with that he began to hear the rumors.
Though no one said anything to his face, he heard the whispers and comments said by others. They would mumble to each other about his horns, his family, and his friend – though he could not figure out why, they were nice enough people after all. An then there were the ones about his father.
“Some say he left them cause he couldn’t deal with her.”
“I heard tell of his going to the court, wanting to get away from here. Ambitions one, that one is.”
“Was the children you know. They caused him to leave.”
He tried to pay them no mind, they were just rumors after all. But a small spark was lit, becoming larger with each rumor her heard about his father.
---
When his half-brother returned home from his boarding school for a holiday, he tried to tell him what was going on in the house – with his mother. Their mother was becoming stranger more and more by the day. However, no matter how much he tried his brother just shrugged off everything he mentioned. “You are just imagining things.”
---
Then the day came. The day of the disappearance.
He had just found out he had been accepted by the master jeweler he had wanted to be apprenticed to ever since he has seen one of the man’s work in Miss Ada’s shop. Running outside as soon as he was able he was met with a desolate house. Confused about what was happening he searched through all the room, finding them all empty.
With that his friend was gone. The only people who had given him any sort of semblance of a normal life had just abandoned him.
His goal was now obvious. He was going to take the apprenticeship, running away from home if he had to. He was going to leave all of this behind, the memories, the pain, even the laughter. He would become a master in jewel crafting and then he would seek out his father’s goal – even surpass it. Nothing was going to hold him back from his goals. Nothing.
---
~ Ten years later.
His small, sharp nails clinked as he scampered along the streets. His yellow tail pursued after him, allowing him to maneuver more swiftly through the crowds . . .
A small female mouse withered on the floor, her body wracked with pain from some new drug that she had been given earlier that evening. This was becoming a more and more common fate for her lately, one that he older brother feared.
Her cries woke him, “Lyne! Lyne!” Jumping out of bed he ran over to her side on the floor, pulling her into his arms, rocking her gently to try and qualm her shaking.
His sister only gave another cry of pain, her small body continuing to shiver from the pain and affects of the drug.
Fear flooded him. Tears began to fall. Whipping an arm across his hands to get rid of the evidence of his tears, he reminded himself that older brothers don’t cry.
When her body stilled for the last time, he clutched her small form tightly to himself wishing that this was just a nightmare. However, no matter how much he wished he knew that this was nothing but reality.
“It really is inconvenient, wot happened.” His mother greeted him at the table a few days later. After Lyne had died she had locked herself up in her lab trying to analyze the results from her new data for the drug. “I was so close to finding it too, and then that girl had to go and do something like die. Now I have to go through all of the trouble of finding a new subject.” She clicked her tongue as if she was offended by the whole matter.
Seeing the frightened and pale look on his face she clicked her tongue again, this time in a belittling manner. “Don’t fash yourself, my dear. I have something much more special for you.” With that she proceeded to ignore him as she began to eat her meal.
He was asleep in his bed when the amount of light increased from the bedroom door being slowly opened. His mother stood there in the doorway, standing on her back legs in that odd manner that otters had. A new wave of fear and panic flooded through his small form. It has been almost a year since his sister had died, the memories of which still haunted him. After her death his mother had taken to the practice of leaving her lab less and less, disappearing for months on end only coming up at night to grab some food.
The fact that she stood in his doorway now had him shaking in fear, a small squeak of fear trying to find a release but he swiftly swallowed it.
“Don’t worry, my baby. Mommy will take good care of you, okay?” She made her way over to him, a cloth held out in front of her.
He proceeded to pale even more, paralyzed by what was happening. . .
He awoke, sitting up in bed and instantly regretted the action. A stabbing, searing pain filled his head blurring his sight. The whole world swam before his tear clouded eyes. Placing one hand behind him to steady his sitting position, he brought the other one slowly to his head.
Finding a bandage wrapped around the top part of his head he quickly withdrew it. Bringing the hand in front of his eyes, as if to see if what he had felt had really been touched by is hand, he discovered that the tips of his fingers were smeared with something liquidly and red.
“Now look at wot you have done!” A sharp voiced snapped from the doorway.
Startled he turned his attention to the door, finding his mother standing there.
“You have gone and caused it to bleed again, you fool! Now I am going to have to change your bandages again! You really are a nuisance.” She swiftly set to the task of changing the bandages, paying no attention to the amount of pain she caused him in the process. When he cried out in pain when she stabbed him with the pin that held the bandages closed, she gave him a glare that had him quickly stifling the yelp.
Having finished she grabbed his paws, which were covered by the gloves she had given him and demanded that he wear on pain of punishment, she looked at them with, smiling softly while she admired the mutation. Slowly, the smile still in place, she tightened her grip on his hands slowly digging her claws in till he was wiggling on the bed trying to pull his hands away from her.
“Do. Not. Touch those bandages, you hear me?”
When he had shaken his head, careful of the pain, she gave him that cold smile meeting his eyes. She left, shutting the door behind her.
The bandages had been removed earlier that week, revealing a new pair of horns. They were sprouting from between his ears, growing just like that of any youngster who had them naturally from birth.
He hated them. And he hated the headaches their growing caused even more.
On one occasion she had asked him how they were coming along and he had told her about the headaches. Shaking her head she had replied “Silly son, pain is just a fragment of your imagination.”
“But . . .” he had protested.
“No but! Your mother knows best in these matters. Now get out!”
He had made quick work of scampering away from her.
---
Whenever his mother had locked herself in her lab he had taken to the habit of peering out the window to witness the world that he was not a part of. Peering out, on such an occasion, from between the curtains of the window in the living room he watched as a small pup, about his age, ran around yipping and barking. There were new people in town!
Watching with amazement he viewed this new family from behind his glass window. When the pup’s mom drew herself up from a task she had been doing, however, to respond to something the pup had done, he ducked behind the curtain. He was expecting the pup to be slapped by his mother, which was all that ever happened to him after all.
After a while had passed, his curiosity got the better of him and he brought himself to peer over the edge of the window seal. The sight he saw amazed him, it was such an alien scene to his eyes. The pup’s mother had not struck him rather it appeared she had gathered him up in his arms. He tilted his head in confusion.
He continued to watch this strange family and their pup. One day his curiosity got the better of him. Glancing back towards the door that led to his mother’s lab he saw that the door was firmly shut. Taking a chance he made his way outside, promising to not stay away from the house for long.
Shutting the door softly, he edged over to the fence that kept the two yards parted. Standing on a tree stump, he glanced over to spot the pup. From this close up he could more clearly see the pup’s missing tail . . . well at least the skin and muscles appeared to be missing. Watching as the odd contraption of a tail wagged he wondered absentmindedly if it was even possible.
Caught up on his wonderings it took a him a long moment to realize that the pup had spotted him.
“Hey, hey, hey! It’s you! I have seen you watching and I wanted to come over and invite you to play but mom said no. Something about talking to strangers. What is a stranger? But! Since your out here now it is okay for me to play with you! So, tag?”
Never had he had someone speak to him so much in what sounded like one sentence. Backing away slowly, he turned and ran back inside the house.
It soon became a regular event, regardless. When his mother was too busy with her work to notice his existence he would venture outside, the length slowly becoming longer and longer.
More often then not the pup, who had introduced himself as Mick – not to be confused with the names Mickey – would met up with him and then proceed to have a whole conversations about what had happened since the last time they had been together.
He tried, and failed, for the good part of a year to shake off the pup’s advances to no other result then them becoming best friends. He was introduced to the pup’s family, who seemed to take more of a liking to him then his own mother had spared thought to him. Mick’s mother had even allowed him to call her Miss Eva, while his own mother hated to even hear her son’s voice.
With their odd friendship came even more adventures out and away from his home. And with that he began to hear the rumors.
Though no one said anything to his face, he heard the whispers and comments said by others. They would mumble to each other about his horns, his family, and his friend – though he could not figure out why, they were nice enough people after all. An then there were the ones about his father.
“Some say he left them cause he couldn’t deal with her.”
“I heard tell of his going to the court, wanting to get away from here. Ambitions one, that one is.”
“Was the children you know. They caused him to leave.”
He tried to pay them no mind, they were just rumors after all. But a small spark was lit, becoming larger with each rumor her heard about his father.
---
When his half-brother returned home from his boarding school for a holiday, he tried to tell him what was going on in the house – with his mother. Their mother was becoming stranger more and more by the day. However, no matter how much he tried his brother just shrugged off everything he mentioned. “You are just imagining things.”
---
Then the day came. The day of the disappearance.
He had just found out he had been accepted by the master jeweler he had wanted to be apprenticed to ever since he has seen one of the man’s work in Miss Ada’s shop. Running outside as soon as he was able he was met with a desolate house. Confused about what was happening he searched through all the room, finding them all empty.
With that his friend was gone. The only people who had given him any sort of semblance of a normal life had just abandoned him.
His goal was now obvious. He was going to take the apprenticeship, running away from home if he had to. He was going to leave all of this behind, the memories, the pain, even the laughter. He would become a master in jewel crafting and then he would seek out his father’s goal – even surpass it. Nothing was going to hold him back from his goals. Nothing.
---
~ Ten years later.
His small, sharp nails clinked as he scampered along the streets. His yellow tail pursued after him, allowing him to maneuver more swiftly through the crowds . . .
