Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 1, 2009 0:05:52 GMT -5
Tralala. I do hope I did this ghost thing right. Vyn edited for the Imre-ness. <3
Characters: Heike, Imre, Dead Shashi
Mentions of: Nadja, The Czar
Word Count: 1000
Curtain Call
Heike was far from thrilled that he was in charge of selling the bundle of fur that had formerly been Shashi. Even if he didn't like the rabbit it was rather creepy that the Czar wanted it sold. Then again, Cards were pretty stupid. After all, he could run around disguised and no one would question him as long as he had his ears tied down and chest covered.
The rabbit frowned as he went over what the master wanted. There were plenty of people who wanted Ace furs, and this could be easily pawned off to a card as a botched job. Rabbits would suspect something--and he couldn't imagine many Does would want to wear a dead lowly Leveret. No Jack would be stupid enough to buy something like that anyway.
He was supposed to start at the Highlands. And he had, it went rather badly. As much as the snarktastic bastards of the Highlands enjoyed mocking Esterberries, none of them were willing to buy the damn that. That left Heike with Avington and maybe a few other regions. He didn't want to hop from place to place trying to sell this stupid skin. It would probably be easier to drop it off somewhere and steal the money from a card when they weren't looking.
Of course his master didn't expect him back for a long while, so he might as well get a bit of traveling done. It had been a while since he had a chance to escape the chaos and members of the Warren. They could live with out him.
But. Nadja.... what if the Czar did something while she was gone?
He made a worried sound as the panic welled up inside of him. Just dump the skin, steal some cash and go back to the warren. Easy. Avington was a difficult place to do that in... so maybe he should just go over to Torquehelm. It was pretty far away, but it would be less frustrating than trying to steal off a paranoid Avington.
Stupid complications.
It was a long walk, and long and trying walk to the dark and gloomy place. Once there everything would run smoothly, he was sure of it.... he hoped... he had huge doubts but that was besides the point. With his paranoid babbling running through his head, he continued down the path. People were unaware of what he was, after all, he almost looked like a card.
For hours the rabbit had wandered the region. People giving him odd glances, as he passed by. It took a while before he was able to snag enough money to get anywhere. He did honestly attempt to sell the skin, but failed miserably. Of course no one wanted something like this. He would probably have to go to the black market or Capital City to sell this. Well screw that. If he came back to the warren with money, the Czar would be happy. And his sister would still be safe. He hoped. Begged whatever deities their were.
On his way back to Avington he hung the skin up on a tree branch. It was up to fate now.
And there the skin stayed there, swaying in the faint breeze that came by every so often.
People passed it by. No one was willing to touch it. Where had it come from? Why would someone hang a skin for a tree? Was it really from an Esterberry? Those were only a few of the questions from the on lookers. Who could blame them for being weary? They lived next to The Wood. Perhaps some monster hand slunk out from there and hung it on the tree?
And the skin continued to hang from the tree.
It was fading into evening, it had rained that day, very briefly. Everything was damp and the humidity still clung to everything. A faint figure came towards the tree. Stopping when it saw the skin hanging from it, water dripping off.
The bird glided over to the skin. Landing on the low branch it was sitting on. He seemed to shift with each movement, but no one was watching him to notice. He had an unusual mask, made completely of his own skin. Odd was only the beginning, of course. He reached out with a wing and brushed up against the fur.
It was a little damp, but it was still rather pretty. Who had left something like this out in the open? Maybe that had lost it? From the looks of it, that wasn't true. Which meant he could probably take it for himself.
Should he?
Well it was just sitting there.
He glanced around. There was no one to be seen. There never was anyone around this time of day.
Picking it up in talons he lifted it from the branch. It was all his.
Along with something else. Something not as pretty as the branch. The Leveret had been wallowing in his own misery for quite some time. No one could see him. No one could hear him. He really was nothing now. Dead. Dead as a door nail.
He had watched people pass by. One by one they escaped his cries. Why had he come back? For what? This was idiotic!
And then the boy came. Touched his skin. Picked it up. Made it his.
"Damn. Why did I have to get stuck with a freak?"
The boy's head snapped up from the examination of the fur. He glanced around before his eyes fell on a transparent figure. A ghost of a creature he had never seen before. It was an Esterberry like the fur though...
Shashi shifted under the gaze of the Card. It was as if he could actually see him.
"Are you real?" the boy said.
Shashi's eyes widened in shock. He really could see him! "Enough!" the rabbit replied. Freak or not. This was better than being alone, stuck in a tree.
He hoped, anyway.
Characters: Heike, Imre, Dead Shashi
Mentions of: Nadja, The Czar
Word Count: 1000
Curtain Call
Heike was far from thrilled that he was in charge of selling the bundle of fur that had formerly been Shashi. Even if he didn't like the rabbit it was rather creepy that the Czar wanted it sold. Then again, Cards were pretty stupid. After all, he could run around disguised and no one would question him as long as he had his ears tied down and chest covered.
The rabbit frowned as he went over what the master wanted. There were plenty of people who wanted Ace furs, and this could be easily pawned off to a card as a botched job. Rabbits would suspect something--and he couldn't imagine many Does would want to wear a dead lowly Leveret. No Jack would be stupid enough to buy something like that anyway.
He was supposed to start at the Highlands. And he had, it went rather badly. As much as the snarktastic bastards of the Highlands enjoyed mocking Esterberries, none of them were willing to buy the damn that. That left Heike with Avington and maybe a few other regions. He didn't want to hop from place to place trying to sell this stupid skin. It would probably be easier to drop it off somewhere and steal the money from a card when they weren't looking.
Of course his master didn't expect him back for a long while, so he might as well get a bit of traveling done. It had been a while since he had a chance to escape the chaos and members of the Warren. They could live with out him.
But. Nadja.... what if the Czar did something while she was gone?
He made a worried sound as the panic welled up inside of him. Just dump the skin, steal some cash and go back to the warren. Easy. Avington was a difficult place to do that in... so maybe he should just go over to Torquehelm. It was pretty far away, but it would be less frustrating than trying to steal off a paranoid Avington.
Stupid complications.
It was a long walk, and long and trying walk to the dark and gloomy place. Once there everything would run smoothly, he was sure of it.... he hoped... he had huge doubts but that was besides the point. With his paranoid babbling running through his head, he continued down the path. People were unaware of what he was, after all, he almost looked like a card.
---
For hours the rabbit had wandered the region. People giving him odd glances, as he passed by. It took a while before he was able to snag enough money to get anywhere. He did honestly attempt to sell the skin, but failed miserably. Of course no one wanted something like this. He would probably have to go to the black market or Capital City to sell this. Well screw that. If he came back to the warren with money, the Czar would be happy. And his sister would still be safe. He hoped. Begged whatever deities their were.
On his way back to Avington he hung the skin up on a tree branch. It was up to fate now.
And there the skin stayed there, swaying in the faint breeze that came by every so often.
People passed it by. No one was willing to touch it. Where had it come from? Why would someone hang a skin for a tree? Was it really from an Esterberry? Those were only a few of the questions from the on lookers. Who could blame them for being weary? They lived next to The Wood. Perhaps some monster hand slunk out from there and hung it on the tree?
And the skin continued to hang from the tree.
It was fading into evening, it had rained that day, very briefly. Everything was damp and the humidity still clung to everything. A faint figure came towards the tree. Stopping when it saw the skin hanging from it, water dripping off.
The bird glided over to the skin. Landing on the low branch it was sitting on. He seemed to shift with each movement, but no one was watching him to notice. He had an unusual mask, made completely of his own skin. Odd was only the beginning, of course. He reached out with a wing and brushed up against the fur.
It was a little damp, but it was still rather pretty. Who had left something like this out in the open? Maybe that had lost it? From the looks of it, that wasn't true. Which meant he could probably take it for himself.
Should he?
Well it was just sitting there.
He glanced around. There was no one to be seen. There never was anyone around this time of day.
Picking it up in talons he lifted it from the branch. It was all his.
Along with something else. Something not as pretty as the branch. The Leveret had been wallowing in his own misery for quite some time. No one could see him. No one could hear him. He really was nothing now. Dead. Dead as a door nail.
He had watched people pass by. One by one they escaped his cries. Why had he come back? For what? This was idiotic!
And then the boy came. Touched his skin. Picked it up. Made it his.
"Damn. Why did I have to get stuck with a freak?"
The boy's head snapped up from the examination of the fur. He glanced around before his eyes fell on a transparent figure. A ghost of a creature he had never seen before. It was an Esterberry like the fur though...
Shashi shifted under the gaze of the Card. It was as if he could actually see him.
"Are you real?" the boy said.
Shashi's eyes widened in shock. He really could see him! "Enough!" the rabbit replied. Freak or not. This was better than being alone, stuck in a tree.
He hoped, anyway.
