Post by Satra on May 16, 2008 2:34:16 GMT -5
An idea that popped into my head as I was thinking about Heilyn in the Capitol. I thought: "You know, not everybody would've been repulsed by her, and not every Corvistowne would've been interested in her as only a specimen, so I come up with this thoroughly fucked up little piece of writing.
I have gotten about 6 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours and I did not proofread. Enjoy! XDDD
I just wanted it posted before submitted to sleep.
Edit: a few typos fixed.
Forgot to mention: Title take from "I Wish I Had an Angel" by Nightwish.
ALSO! I don't have much confidence in my writing, and really wish to get better, so I am very open to critique!
~~~
“Unghh…” the young female Coyote came to awareness. Her head ached and her muscles felt stiff and heavy. There was something on her face! She shook and scratched, but it was tied very securely to her. She could see, though… a mask? Shaking, she looked around. “Where…?” whispered a clear and melodic voice in confusion.
--
“Scotch, on the rocks. And don’t give me that cheap shit,” barked a low, husky female voice. The Bitch had been kicked out of her usual alcohol and scum-ridden haunt for making a derogatory comment about Highlanders which resulted in a rather vicious bar fight. After much monetary damage was done, the half-Highland owner blacklisted the Bog Dweller from the bar for life. It was the second bar she’d been kicked out of since leaving the Bog.
But, she was here now. Maybe it would take her longer than a month to get kicked out of this one?
--
Her fur felt… strange… why was it…! and what was on her forelegs? What was going on?! Panic began to rise as her breathing was restricted from the straps wrapped around her torso. Something cold and metal dug into her ribs… air tanks? She yipped as her panic rose searching the dark room. A man sleeping in a chair in a corner of the room stirred, but did not wake.
--
A lanky biped Corvistowne Feline sauntered into the bar. He’d been feeling very ill lately, and his thoughts had been becoming incoherent to everyone else.
Experimenting on oneself had its consequences after all.
He saw something… something. He didn’t even know how to describe her. The ugliness of her coat’s color was completely over looked. She held her lithe, graceful form with pride and authority. Every curve and nuance of said body accentuated by the shining oils of her coat. Her odd mutation adding brightness to her color and a uniqueness to her overall form. The mask, though borderline macabre on the intimidating female in the dark room, gave her a sense of mystery in his mind. The air tanks appealed to his Corvistowne side. He felt his heart rate increase.
Was this the woman he’d been looking for all his life?
--
The young woman froze at the sound of the stirring figure. This person was not here to save her. He was likely her captor. Shaking, she choked back a sob as she desperately looked for a way out. There was a door, she would have to pass right by the biped on the chair, but she could…
She drew in a breath, and with it, as much strength as possible for the exceedingly risky journey for her freedom…
--
He had to have her. There was no way he could live without her, now that he knew she existed. His heart ached as he was drawn forward to the hypnotic reflections of light that swirled up and down her back caressing every curve, as if teasing him, doing what he suddenly desired… She almost seemed to glow in comparison to the other bar goers. He hissed as he saw a Lowland piece of filth take a seat next to her and start talking with her! FILTH! She didn’t deserve his beautiful mystery woman! A smirk crossed his face as not only did his angel seem to not take a liking to the rotting waste of space, but also her drink had been put down and she hadn’t noticed. There it was… completely unattended next to her. He wove through the crowd and was right next to the counter. Dexterous hands whipped out and uncorked a vial of sedative he kept for other women of her caliber that always seemed to overlook him.
“Uh,” spoke up the Lowlander and pointed at her drink, almost as if disbelieving what she was seeing. Was that guy really being that obvious? Heilyn gave a twitch in that direction, keeping the Lowlander in her peripheral. She did a double take at her drink just in time to see the man withdraw his hand in surprise. A harsh growl issued from behind the mask as the smooth, welcoming surface of her fur suddenly became jagged as hackles rose.
“I…” he began to explain. Surely she would understand love…? There was a pain in his abdomen as the one of the Coyote's back legs shot out and kicked him in the stomach with far more strength then he would’ve ever guessed she had. The woman’s leg retreated back to her, but only to continue the onslaught. She grounded herself, then launched off the stool at him, unintentionally sending it flying back to bruise the Lowlander’s leg. She thrashed him quite soundly before they were pulled apart.
--
He woke with a start as the young woman went crashing to the floor in her attempt to jump off the table, still too sedated to be able to move with any grace. He rose and strode over too her, catching up quickly with her attempts to run away.
“No, don’t go,” he whispered as he grabbed her, “I love you, can’t you see that?” He stroked her head as she shook and tried to struggle out of his grip. He sighed as he removed her hand. The dye and the oil just weren’t mixing and it was preventing the dyes from changing the Villa Coyote’s fur color to imitate that of the Bog Dweller’s. No matter how many formulas he concocted, he couldn't ever seem to make it right.
“Please,” she begged, her voice weak and pitiful, “I don’t even know who you are…. please just let me go.” He looked at her through the mask, then held her closer. No, it wasn’t her. It was a cheap imitation. Hands closed around her throat and tightened. She let out a strangled yip as her throat was forcibly closed. She struggled to no avail and her thrashing became increasingly weaker until all fell still.
The man began to cry as he held her body until it went cold. None of them. None of the other female Coyotes he’d found and brought with him could compare. I will find you, my angel, he thought as he lay down next to the cool body, holding it as he slept.
I have gotten about 6 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours and I did not proofread. Enjoy! XDDD
I just wanted it posted before submitted to sleep.
Edit: a few typos fixed.
Forgot to mention: Title take from "I Wish I Had an Angel" by Nightwish.
ALSO! I don't have much confidence in my writing, and really wish to get better, so I am very open to critique!
~~~
“Unghh…” the young female Coyote came to awareness. Her head ached and her muscles felt stiff and heavy. There was something on her face! She shook and scratched, but it was tied very securely to her. She could see, though… a mask? Shaking, she looked around. “Where…?” whispered a clear and melodic voice in confusion.
--
“Scotch, on the rocks. And don’t give me that cheap shit,” barked a low, husky female voice. The Bitch had been kicked out of her usual alcohol and scum-ridden haunt for making a derogatory comment about Highlanders which resulted in a rather vicious bar fight. After much monetary damage was done, the half-Highland owner blacklisted the Bog Dweller from the bar for life. It was the second bar she’d been kicked out of since leaving the Bog.
But, she was here now. Maybe it would take her longer than a month to get kicked out of this one?
--
Her fur felt… strange… why was it…! and what was on her forelegs? What was going on?! Panic began to rise as her breathing was restricted from the straps wrapped around her torso. Something cold and metal dug into her ribs… air tanks? She yipped as her panic rose searching the dark room. A man sleeping in a chair in a corner of the room stirred, but did not wake.
--
A lanky biped Corvistowne Feline sauntered into the bar. He’d been feeling very ill lately, and his thoughts had been becoming incoherent to everyone else.
Experimenting on oneself had its consequences after all.
He saw something… something. He didn’t even know how to describe her. The ugliness of her coat’s color was completely over looked. She held her lithe, graceful form with pride and authority. Every curve and nuance of said body accentuated by the shining oils of her coat. Her odd mutation adding brightness to her color and a uniqueness to her overall form. The mask, though borderline macabre on the intimidating female in the dark room, gave her a sense of mystery in his mind. The air tanks appealed to his Corvistowne side. He felt his heart rate increase.
Was this the woman he’d been looking for all his life?
--
The young woman froze at the sound of the stirring figure. This person was not here to save her. He was likely her captor. Shaking, she choked back a sob as she desperately looked for a way out. There was a door, she would have to pass right by the biped on the chair, but she could…
She drew in a breath, and with it, as much strength as possible for the exceedingly risky journey for her freedom…
--
He had to have her. There was no way he could live without her, now that he knew she existed. His heart ached as he was drawn forward to the hypnotic reflections of light that swirled up and down her back caressing every curve, as if teasing him, doing what he suddenly desired… She almost seemed to glow in comparison to the other bar goers. He hissed as he saw a Lowland piece of filth take a seat next to her and start talking with her! FILTH! She didn’t deserve his beautiful mystery woman! A smirk crossed his face as not only did his angel seem to not take a liking to the rotting waste of space, but also her drink had been put down and she hadn’t noticed. There it was… completely unattended next to her. He wove through the crowd and was right next to the counter. Dexterous hands whipped out and uncorked a vial of sedative he kept for other women of her caliber that always seemed to overlook him.
“Uh,” spoke up the Lowlander and pointed at her drink, almost as if disbelieving what she was seeing. Was that guy really being that obvious? Heilyn gave a twitch in that direction, keeping the Lowlander in her peripheral. She did a double take at her drink just in time to see the man withdraw his hand in surprise. A harsh growl issued from behind the mask as the smooth, welcoming surface of her fur suddenly became jagged as hackles rose.
“I…” he began to explain. Surely she would understand love…? There was a pain in his abdomen as the one of the Coyote's back legs shot out and kicked him in the stomach with far more strength then he would’ve ever guessed she had. The woman’s leg retreated back to her, but only to continue the onslaught. She grounded herself, then launched off the stool at him, unintentionally sending it flying back to bruise the Lowlander’s leg. She thrashed him quite soundly before they were pulled apart.
--
He woke with a start as the young woman went crashing to the floor in her attempt to jump off the table, still too sedated to be able to move with any grace. He rose and strode over too her, catching up quickly with her attempts to run away.
“No, don’t go,” he whispered as he grabbed her, “I love you, can’t you see that?” He stroked her head as she shook and tried to struggle out of his grip. He sighed as he removed her hand. The dye and the oil just weren’t mixing and it was preventing the dyes from changing the Villa Coyote’s fur color to imitate that of the Bog Dweller’s. No matter how many formulas he concocted, he couldn't ever seem to make it right.
“Please,” she begged, her voice weak and pitiful, “I don’t even know who you are…. please just let me go.” He looked at her through the mask, then held her closer. No, it wasn’t her. It was a cheap imitation. Hands closed around her throat and tightened. She let out a strangled yip as her throat was forcibly closed. She struggled to no avail and her thrashing became increasingly weaker until all fell still.
The man began to cry as he held her body until it went cold. None of them. None of the other female Coyotes he’d found and brought with him could compare. I will find you, my angel, he thought as he lay down next to the cool body, holding it as he slept.
