Post by Kitty on Mar 23, 2008 0:15:16 GMT -5
Author: Kitty
Characters: Tavor
Takes Place: Right as the thread "Alone, Cold & Unwanted" ends
Word Count: 1129
Just .... don't fall asleep.
He kept running the line through his head, over and over again and increasing it's sharpness to keep his focus. If he let his heavy eyelids fall, no one would find him and his unconscious form would be swept away with the rest of the trash when it was picked up. No, even though he was bound and bleeding, lying in a trash can... .he was not trash. He would no believe the terribly disturbing trio that had left him here... he'd never believe people like that.
However, he couldn't ignore the searing pain that traveled through his body, centralized on his shoulders. Now this, this was pain. He'd been beaten before, kicked around, even bitten .... but those two equines they... they didn't just stop at biting. They.... removed a chunk of flesh from each shoulder when they'd pulled away, saying things about his taste that disturbed him. You shouldn't willingly chew on pieces of other sentient life.... it just wasn't right.
He didn't want to think about it but at the same time it was all he could think about. No, no he couldn't just lay here feeling sorry for himself. He had to move, had to busy himself, had to escape. He carefully wriggled himself into a better position, new tears joining the ones that already dampened the fur on his cheeks, and began to work on the rope. He moved his head back and forth, applying pressure as he did and slowly he began to cut through his bindings, freeing his feet before attempting to unravel it from around his muzzle. The movements were breathtakingly painful, it was almost like every twitch of his claws alighted the pain anew, but eventually he was able to open his mouth again. He wanted to scream, but his body, which had been fairly frail beforehand, just lacked the energy to do so.
He managed to urge himself through the trash, pieces of it sticking to his coat and the scent already lingering as well, to find the edge. He turned blue eyes up a bit, the distance was short but still... he'd have to pull himself over the edge to get out. The young rat hybrid didn't want to be thrown out with the trash, it was a thought that struck new fear in hi heart. If that happened, well, he'd die wouldn't he? He didn't... he didn't want to die. And bleeding to death didn't sound pleasant in any light.
After a mighty struggle the double mix pulled himself to the edge and then toppled out of the trash can, landing flat on his back and mainly on his still bound wings. The new pain mingled with the old and it made him queasy. He rolled over onto his belly, but that's as far as he could get. His stomach protested, sending him into a round of dry heaves which made him somewhat thankful that he hadn't had anything to eat today. He let out another pitiful cry, resigning himself to what he presumed would be his fate, and let those heavy lids veil his blue eyes.
_______________
He woke up alone in a dark room, which sent a jolt of fear through him initially but.... he was safe and... warm. He went to move but it hurt, and he felt a bit restrained as well. His eyes grew wide and he looked back only to find that his shoulders were bandaged, and one of his wings was splinted and tied to his body with gauze. So he had broken one of them when he fell on them? And, if he craned his head enough, he could also see that his rotting sores, the mark of his heritage, were covered as well.
Suddenly relieved, and far to comfortable for one in such a situation, he peered around the room and his gaze landed on something in the corner. The something ended up being a someone, an elderly someone who'd fallen asleep in her rocking chair. She was an elderly canine of the Sorgaire region in her bipedal form and she was frowning a bit as she slept, the chair softly rocking. He was intrigued and wished to know more of this woman who'd saved him.... she seemed like a kindly one despite the frown. He cleared his throat softly, searching for his voice, and it came out just as soft as the cough had been.
H-hello? Are... are you awake?
At first he thought she wasn't going to wake, but then her eyes opened. They were tired eyes that spoke of years of hard work and perhaps suffering, but there was a kindly sparkle to them that shone even brighter when she realized her little charge had awoken. A smile touched at the corners of her maw before she turned her head, shouting something in the general direction of the door.
Tessa, he's awake!
She turned back to him, smiling fully, and made her way over to him slowly after retrieving a cane fro the corner. Soon enough the door opened and a younger girl, a cross between a feline and a canine also in bipedal form, stepped in. Her smile was much brighter then the older canine's and it warmed the young rat mix's heart in an instant. Over the next few weeks the two took care of his wounds, minimizing the scarring, and brightened his spirits considerably.
Once the bandages were removed for good, however, the old woman approached him with a small pouch and placed it firmly in his paws, a sad smile on her face as she leaned in to whisper into his ear.
Take these and go see Ashwin, he'll give you a protective friend in return. The rest is to make sure you can take good care of yourself.... for a little while at least.
He was confused, but she offered him something to drink that simply smelt delightful. He drank it all, taking pleasure in the warmth it filled him with due to it's temperature. He felt.... tired though and once again he settled in and closed his eyes. But this time he didn't wake up in the warm bed, or even in the room he'd been in. After careful searching and scrutinizing he discovered he was back in the same alley as before and in front of the same trash can. He thought it was all just some dream before he moved, hearing the coins and tokens jingling together in a pouch he very much hadn't possessed when he'd 'fallen asleep' in this alleyway. So she had.... left him? He wasn't good enough for them anymore? Just like he wasn't good enough for those parents of his he never knew ...
Why doesn't anyone.... want me?
He curled up into a tight little ball and cried himself back to sleep.
Characters: Tavor
Takes Place: Right as the thread "Alone, Cold & Unwanted" ends
Word Count: 1129
Just .... don't fall asleep.
He kept running the line through his head, over and over again and increasing it's sharpness to keep his focus. If he let his heavy eyelids fall, no one would find him and his unconscious form would be swept away with the rest of the trash when it was picked up. No, even though he was bound and bleeding, lying in a trash can... .he was not trash. He would no believe the terribly disturbing trio that had left him here... he'd never believe people like that.
However, he couldn't ignore the searing pain that traveled through his body, centralized on his shoulders. Now this, this was pain. He'd been beaten before, kicked around, even bitten .... but those two equines they... they didn't just stop at biting. They.... removed a chunk of flesh from each shoulder when they'd pulled away, saying things about his taste that disturbed him. You shouldn't willingly chew on pieces of other sentient life.... it just wasn't right.
He didn't want to think about it but at the same time it was all he could think about. No, no he couldn't just lay here feeling sorry for himself. He had to move, had to busy himself, had to escape. He carefully wriggled himself into a better position, new tears joining the ones that already dampened the fur on his cheeks, and began to work on the rope. He moved his head back and forth, applying pressure as he did and slowly he began to cut through his bindings, freeing his feet before attempting to unravel it from around his muzzle. The movements were breathtakingly painful, it was almost like every twitch of his claws alighted the pain anew, but eventually he was able to open his mouth again. He wanted to scream, but his body, which had been fairly frail beforehand, just lacked the energy to do so.
He managed to urge himself through the trash, pieces of it sticking to his coat and the scent already lingering as well, to find the edge. He turned blue eyes up a bit, the distance was short but still... he'd have to pull himself over the edge to get out. The young rat hybrid didn't want to be thrown out with the trash, it was a thought that struck new fear in hi heart. If that happened, well, he'd die wouldn't he? He didn't... he didn't want to die. And bleeding to death didn't sound pleasant in any light.
After a mighty struggle the double mix pulled himself to the edge and then toppled out of the trash can, landing flat on his back and mainly on his still bound wings. The new pain mingled with the old and it made him queasy. He rolled over onto his belly, but that's as far as he could get. His stomach protested, sending him into a round of dry heaves which made him somewhat thankful that he hadn't had anything to eat today. He let out another pitiful cry, resigning himself to what he presumed would be his fate, and let those heavy lids veil his blue eyes.
_______________
He woke up alone in a dark room, which sent a jolt of fear through him initially but.... he was safe and... warm. He went to move but it hurt, and he felt a bit restrained as well. His eyes grew wide and he looked back only to find that his shoulders were bandaged, and one of his wings was splinted and tied to his body with gauze. So he had broken one of them when he fell on them? And, if he craned his head enough, he could also see that his rotting sores, the mark of his heritage, were covered as well.
Suddenly relieved, and far to comfortable for one in such a situation, he peered around the room and his gaze landed on something in the corner. The something ended up being a someone, an elderly someone who'd fallen asleep in her rocking chair. She was an elderly canine of the Sorgaire region in her bipedal form and she was frowning a bit as she slept, the chair softly rocking. He was intrigued and wished to know more of this woman who'd saved him.... she seemed like a kindly one despite the frown. He cleared his throat softly, searching for his voice, and it came out just as soft as the cough had been.
H-hello? Are... are you awake?
At first he thought she wasn't going to wake, but then her eyes opened. They were tired eyes that spoke of years of hard work and perhaps suffering, but there was a kindly sparkle to them that shone even brighter when she realized her little charge had awoken. A smile touched at the corners of her maw before she turned her head, shouting something in the general direction of the door.
Tessa, he's awake!
She turned back to him, smiling fully, and made her way over to him slowly after retrieving a cane fro the corner. Soon enough the door opened and a younger girl, a cross between a feline and a canine also in bipedal form, stepped in. Her smile was much brighter then the older canine's and it warmed the young rat mix's heart in an instant. Over the next few weeks the two took care of his wounds, minimizing the scarring, and brightened his spirits considerably.
Once the bandages were removed for good, however, the old woman approached him with a small pouch and placed it firmly in his paws, a sad smile on her face as she leaned in to whisper into his ear.
Take these and go see Ashwin, he'll give you a protective friend in return. The rest is to make sure you can take good care of yourself.... for a little while at least.
He was confused, but she offered him something to drink that simply smelt delightful. He drank it all, taking pleasure in the warmth it filled him with due to it's temperature. He felt.... tired though and once again he settled in and closed his eyes. But this time he didn't wake up in the warm bed, or even in the room he'd been in. After careful searching and scrutinizing he discovered he was back in the same alley as before and in front of the same trash can. He thought it was all just some dream before he moved, hearing the coins and tokens jingling together in a pouch he very much hadn't possessed when he'd 'fallen asleep' in this alleyway. So she had.... left him? He wasn't good enough for them anymore? Just like he wasn't good enough for those parents of his he never knew ...
Why doesn't anyone.... want me?
He curled up into a tight little ball and cried himself back to sleep.
Poor baby.
