Post by Kari Muffin on May 12, 2011 15:10:00 GMT -5
Argh. So these are crap. No matter how many times I write them I can't get them the way I want. So I'm posting them because I just need to get them out so I stop wanting to set everything on fire. The first one has Eurwen/Radz/Ayden, the second is Wyatt, and the third Gigi/Ez.
I apologize for any bad grammar, horrible errors etc. I gave up after the fifth or so time of rewriting.
Wings of a Sparrow
Life had to move on.
An entire realm had been wiped out, and no one could have stopped it. The mouse's toes curled when she heard the news. Not only that but Zane and Ceren had died, horribly it seemed.
Ayden was off taking care of important matters, she couldn't sit home alone. She couldn't focus on her brother experimenting on her blood, trying to find out answers that didn't exist. Even though now she could handle being around Myron, she couldn't deal with his six year old mind trying to comprehend what had happened to countless amounts of innocents.
So she went out.
It started simply, she found a bar and made herself comfortable. of course alcohol still stated awful, and she kept getting periodic stares at her coat and still healing wounds.
Everyone was staring.
She really hoped it was her imagination.
When she slipped out of the door she wasn't even buzzed. The state of alcohol was always bitter, and she couldn't say she even liked it when she was depressed. The damage to her tongue never really did help situations like this.
At least it wasn't quiet as she made her way home. It was nice to have the city back to normal. That was probably the only thing that would ever be normal again.
"Being depressed really doesn't suit me," she muttered as she rounded the corner. She'd take the short cut. It was better to get home fast when it was dark.
The clicking footsteps went unnoticed until it was too late. Something was put over her mouth. Before she could let out a sound of protest the world went black.
***
The sickeningly sweet smell lingered as her eyes fluttered open. The world was tilted on its side, she felt sore, something wasn't quite right.
Choking back the wave of nausea Eurwen pulled herself up using the nearest wall. "What the hell happened to me..." she grumbled as she brushed her mane out of her face.
What was wrong with her back?
She craned her neck to stare, eyes struggling to focus through the haze.
Those weren't supposed to be there.
Those were Zane's. How could they be on his back? This was a dream right?
She slowly pitched her cheek.
She squeaked.
They were still there when she craned her head to look at them. She could feel them. She could move them.
A trickle of panic drained the color from under her fur. Leaning against the wall she struggled to take deep breaths. This couldn't be happening. It looked like someone had used a staple gun to to slap them on her back. It honestly looked like they could fall off any moment.
This wasn't happening.
A door opened, in her misery she failed to notice that someone was scuffling nearby. "Eurwen?" the high pitched voice asked.
She turned to look at him, her heart breaking at the sight of his terrified face. That wasn't the look her freak brother was supposed to make, that wasn't the look that anyone was supposed to make. She stumbled when she tried to walk over to the door.
The tapping of his clawed boots crept up beside her. He didn't say a word, he just tried to help her up. Quietly Eurwen clung to her brother's multitude of wings and stumbled inside.
"Who did you piss off?" he asked as he kicked the door shut.
Eurwen shot her brother a dirty look as she slowly made her way towards her room. She stumbled and again, this time her wings flared and knocked into one of the tables, throwing a few glasses to the ground. She hit the ground with an unhappy thud.
Radz sighed and went to her side again. He seemed to grimace before he helped her up. "Are those wings from who I think they are?"
"Yes," Eurwen said with a whimper. "Head hurts. Someone drugged me. Smelled sweet."
"Chloroform potentially," his analytical voice wasn't reassuring.
She was a monster now. She had bits of someone she cared about strapped to her back. Stapled. Sewn? Whatever. Working bits of Zane were on her. How could anyone find her acceptable? What was Ayden going to say? What about Jovan? Oh suits, what about Mom?
As they made their way to her room, she could hear talons clicking on the ground. Multiple talons. Myron popped his head out of the backroom, obviously curious of the racket she had made earlier. There was a brief moment as the strange bird stared at Eurwen.
Then he shrieked before retreating into the backroom again.
None of this was comforting. The mouse choked back tears.
"None of that," Radz said as he nudged his sibling in her room. "I'll clean up your mess and get some tea, and then I'll see what I can do about your wings."
Eurwen closed the door behind her brother, locking it. A whimper escaped her as she went to flop on her bed. She was going to go to sleep and this entire nightmare was going to be over when she woke up.
***
The mouse jerked awake to the knocking on her door.
For a brief moment she felt like everything was normal again, until she realized that she still had wings attached her her back and she had locked her brother out of the room. With a quite curse she scrambled over to the door.
She hastily opened it with an apology. Her brother, however, was not on the other side of the door.
Ayden was standing there, a look of surprise on his face.
She could feel her color draining again. "Ayden," she said as she struggled to keep an even tone of voice. "P-please don't...." She couldn't even finish her sentence as she seemed to shrink.
"Ah... You're going to be harder to hug now." It was still clear that he was taken aback by the strange of her wings. Though maybe her brother had been nice enough to warn him? That must have been it.
Her movements were sudden so he didn't have time to flinch. Her arms were wrapped around his waist and her face was buried in his shirt. She muttered an incoherent thank you.
Change of Plans
"This wasn't what I had in mind when I started working here."
"Things don't always go as planned. Hold him still would you?"
Wyatt growled slightly as he shifted to keep the the patient under him still. A burnt out drug addict who had been committed by his mother. Wyatt had no idea if this was the usual sort of person to end up here, but this was certainly the most violent he had had the pleasure of dealing with.
"Son of a... the sedative isn't working," the nurse said as she threw the needle into a nearby trash can. Veronica was almost a full fledged Doctor at this asylum, and she handled the emergency situations with a caring hand and medical knowledge that would make a Corvie raise an eyebrow.
Wyatt was shadowing her so he could get a hang of his responsibilities. So far he had just been carrying trays and helping dish out medication.
The man hissed from under Wyatt. The canine shifted, putting his paw on the back of the patient's head so he would stop trying to bite him. It didn't take that much pressure to keep the light avian mix down.
Veronica produced another syringe from her bag, shoving it into the still snarling drug addicts neck. There was a brief moment of struggle before the bird finally went limp.
They both gave a sigh of relief as Wyatt slipped off of the young man. "You know, I think he's younger than me," Wyatt said before he rolled the boy over and propped him up.
"It's a damn shame." Veronica threw the other needle out as she walked towards the door. "I'll go and get another orderly to help us out. Please keep an eye on him. Restrain him if you think the sedative is wearing off."
Wyatt watched silently as the woman hurried off to find help.
He had never wanted to work in an insane asylum. When he was little he had dreamed of being a successful business man like his father, and even when the man had walked out on him he still wanted to be a model citizen of the lake.
Of course nothing every works as planned. He had searched the City for a job after his mother's death. It wasn't what he wanted at all. He wanted to stay in the Lake, but how could he live in a place that was deserted? The idea of become a hermit was a funny notion, but hardly practical.
All the jobs before this had ended rather swiftly. A Corvie had attacked him on one job, he hadn't been fit for manual labor on another, and in one job he was constantly afraid someone was going to stick him with a syringe when his back was turned. Ultimately he had ended up here, getting the job by the skin of his teeth.
He stared down at the bird hybrid that now seemed to be sleeping soundly. They had very little information on him beyond his name and that his mother knew that he had done a laundry list of illegal drugs.
It was sad. He was probably never going to be able to leave this place if the damage was as bad as what they suspected. His mother had been at her wits end, crying as she left the building.
Wyatt sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He missed his own mother. It was still hard to think about. How could she be dead? Day in and day out he watched her suffer until she went mad, and he was still in disbelief.
His entire region was dead.
All but a handful of people.
"Hey Wyatt. How's training going?"
He snapped out of his pondering.
"Oh, great actually!" He said cheerfully as he went to help the Morganberry feline.
He had to keep moving. That was the only thing he could do.
On Your Toes
He had a brief moment of peace. The girls were with the baby sitters, he had finished his paperwork, and now he could have a nice little outing with his wonderful Ceci. A nice quiet romantic dinner in candle light in one of the best restaurants they could find.
The sparrow cheerfully chirped to himself as he slipped out of his office and made his way to his room.
His cheer was cut short when he heard the skittering of claws on the marble floors. He clenched a fist as he rounded the corner. Just as he thought one of the young women who was helping take care of the multitude of children was running towards him. She looked completely distraught, which probably meant something terrible had happened.
He had always wanted children, but not like this.
"What happened?" he asked, a pained note in his voice.
"Your Majesty!" the woman came skidding to a halt in front of him. She struggled to catch her breath for a moment. Her eyes were wide in horror as she looked up at the bird.
Honestly he had no idea how the woman did anything without hands. But she was recommended for a reason. The sparrow tilted his head as he waited for the woman to speak. Hopefully no one had broken anything, that was the last thing he needed.
"Gigi is stuck in a tree!" She finally announced. "Please sir... we need help getting her out of the tree."
The sparrow's feathers fluffed up. Giraffes couldn't climb trees, so how in all of Wonderland had she gotten stuck in a tree. Why would she even want to climb a tree? "I take it you can't get her down, which is why you came to me?"
The woman nodded.
A heavy sigh escaped Ez.
It took a few minutes to get where they needed to go. When they arrived outside, it was a real sight to behold. The sparrow was somewhere between dread and surprise.
What would posses the girl to do something so stupid? There she was, desperately clinging to a branch looking utterly terrified. Qwin was sitting on a branch below her, looking annoyed.
"I only looked away for a moment," the woman said, her voice getting quieter as they approached. "Qwin flew up there to prevent her from panicking."
"I'm not going to fire you for this, you know?" Ez muttered as he stretched his wings. The other children were being taken care of by the other nanny in the background. They were watching, of course. Gigi was probably never going to hear the end of this.
It took a bit for the sparrow to properly land without making Gigi panic even more. He crouched on the branch behind the giraffe, frowning. "Qwin, you can leave now. I need to talk to your younger sister alone."
Qwin rolled her eyes briefly before fluttering down to the others.
"I'm sorry Uncle Ez!" Gigi whimpered as she continued to cling to the branch at an awkward angle. Honestly the girl looked like she was going to slip off any moment.
"How did you get up here in the first place?"
"I don't know! I wanted to see up a bit higher and I just ended up here!" She sniffed as she tried to wipe her nose on one of her legs, but quickly went back to clinging to the branch.
"Okay Gigi," the sparrow said as he reached out and patted the girl on the back. "You can fly down from here, just just need to concentrate. I know it's scary but you managed to get up here all by yourself you can get down. You're way too heavy for me to carry, so it's up to you."
The sparrow didn't linger, once he had finished speaking he sailed down to the ground.
Gigi had to choke back the tears that were threatening to spill over. She could fly? Diamonds could fly, but... could she really fly? What if she tried and couldn't? The idea of hitting the ground at full force sent a chill up her spine. She would break all the bones in her body!
There was always a sense of dread that hung over her.It came with the small kittens that fooled around in her line of sight. It was hard for her sometimes to get over the feeling but... at a time like this did she have much of a choice?
She sniffed. She could do this.
I apologize for any bad grammar, horrible errors etc. I gave up after the fifth or so time of rewriting.
Wings of a Sparrow
Life had to move on.
An entire realm had been wiped out, and no one could have stopped it. The mouse's toes curled when she heard the news. Not only that but Zane and Ceren had died, horribly it seemed.
Ayden was off taking care of important matters, she couldn't sit home alone. She couldn't focus on her brother experimenting on her blood, trying to find out answers that didn't exist. Even though now she could handle being around Myron, she couldn't deal with his six year old mind trying to comprehend what had happened to countless amounts of innocents.
So she went out.
It started simply, she found a bar and made herself comfortable. of course alcohol still stated awful, and she kept getting periodic stares at her coat and still healing wounds.
Everyone was staring.
She really hoped it was her imagination.
When she slipped out of the door she wasn't even buzzed. The state of alcohol was always bitter, and she couldn't say she even liked it when she was depressed. The damage to her tongue never really did help situations like this.
At least it wasn't quiet as she made her way home. It was nice to have the city back to normal. That was probably the only thing that would ever be normal again.
"Being depressed really doesn't suit me," she muttered as she rounded the corner. She'd take the short cut. It was better to get home fast when it was dark.
The clicking footsteps went unnoticed until it was too late. Something was put over her mouth. Before she could let out a sound of protest the world went black.
***
The sickeningly sweet smell lingered as her eyes fluttered open. The world was tilted on its side, she felt sore, something wasn't quite right.
Choking back the wave of nausea Eurwen pulled herself up using the nearest wall. "What the hell happened to me..." she grumbled as she brushed her mane out of her face.
What was wrong with her back?
She craned her neck to stare, eyes struggling to focus through the haze.
Those weren't supposed to be there.
Those were Zane's. How could they be on his back? This was a dream right?
She slowly pitched her cheek.
She squeaked.
They were still there when she craned her head to look at them. She could feel them. She could move them.
A trickle of panic drained the color from under her fur. Leaning against the wall she struggled to take deep breaths. This couldn't be happening. It looked like someone had used a staple gun to to slap them on her back. It honestly looked like they could fall off any moment.
This wasn't happening.
A door opened, in her misery she failed to notice that someone was scuffling nearby. "Eurwen?" the high pitched voice asked.
She turned to look at him, her heart breaking at the sight of his terrified face. That wasn't the look her freak brother was supposed to make, that wasn't the look that anyone was supposed to make. She stumbled when she tried to walk over to the door.
The tapping of his clawed boots crept up beside her. He didn't say a word, he just tried to help her up. Quietly Eurwen clung to her brother's multitude of wings and stumbled inside.
"Who did you piss off?" he asked as he kicked the door shut.
Eurwen shot her brother a dirty look as she slowly made her way towards her room. She stumbled and again, this time her wings flared and knocked into one of the tables, throwing a few glasses to the ground. She hit the ground with an unhappy thud.
Radz sighed and went to her side again. He seemed to grimace before he helped her up. "Are those wings from who I think they are?"
"Yes," Eurwen said with a whimper. "Head hurts. Someone drugged me. Smelled sweet."
"Chloroform potentially," his analytical voice wasn't reassuring.
She was a monster now. She had bits of someone she cared about strapped to her back. Stapled. Sewn? Whatever. Working bits of Zane were on her. How could anyone find her acceptable? What was Ayden going to say? What about Jovan? Oh suits, what about Mom?
As they made their way to her room, she could hear talons clicking on the ground. Multiple talons. Myron popped his head out of the backroom, obviously curious of the racket she had made earlier. There was a brief moment as the strange bird stared at Eurwen.
Then he shrieked before retreating into the backroom again.
None of this was comforting. The mouse choked back tears.
"None of that," Radz said as he nudged his sibling in her room. "I'll clean up your mess and get some tea, and then I'll see what I can do about your wings."
Eurwen closed the door behind her brother, locking it. A whimper escaped her as she went to flop on her bed. She was going to go to sleep and this entire nightmare was going to be over when she woke up.
***
The mouse jerked awake to the knocking on her door.
For a brief moment she felt like everything was normal again, until she realized that she still had wings attached her her back and she had locked her brother out of the room. With a quite curse she scrambled over to the door.
She hastily opened it with an apology. Her brother, however, was not on the other side of the door.
Ayden was standing there, a look of surprise on his face.
She could feel her color draining again. "Ayden," she said as she struggled to keep an even tone of voice. "P-please don't...." She couldn't even finish her sentence as she seemed to shrink.
"Ah... You're going to be harder to hug now." It was still clear that he was taken aback by the strange of her wings. Though maybe her brother had been nice enough to warn him? That must have been it.
Her movements were sudden so he didn't have time to flinch. Her arms were wrapped around his waist and her face was buried in his shirt. She muttered an incoherent thank you.
Change of Plans
"This wasn't what I had in mind when I started working here."
"Things don't always go as planned. Hold him still would you?"
Wyatt growled slightly as he shifted to keep the the patient under him still. A burnt out drug addict who had been committed by his mother. Wyatt had no idea if this was the usual sort of person to end up here, but this was certainly the most violent he had had the pleasure of dealing with.
"Son of a... the sedative isn't working," the nurse said as she threw the needle into a nearby trash can. Veronica was almost a full fledged Doctor at this asylum, and she handled the emergency situations with a caring hand and medical knowledge that would make a Corvie raise an eyebrow.
Wyatt was shadowing her so he could get a hang of his responsibilities. So far he had just been carrying trays and helping dish out medication.
The man hissed from under Wyatt. The canine shifted, putting his paw on the back of the patient's head so he would stop trying to bite him. It didn't take that much pressure to keep the light avian mix down.
Veronica produced another syringe from her bag, shoving it into the still snarling drug addicts neck. There was a brief moment of struggle before the bird finally went limp.
They both gave a sigh of relief as Wyatt slipped off of the young man. "You know, I think he's younger than me," Wyatt said before he rolled the boy over and propped him up.
"It's a damn shame." Veronica threw the other needle out as she walked towards the door. "I'll go and get another orderly to help us out. Please keep an eye on him. Restrain him if you think the sedative is wearing off."
Wyatt watched silently as the woman hurried off to find help.
He had never wanted to work in an insane asylum. When he was little he had dreamed of being a successful business man like his father, and even when the man had walked out on him he still wanted to be a model citizen of the lake.
Of course nothing every works as planned. He had searched the City for a job after his mother's death. It wasn't what he wanted at all. He wanted to stay in the Lake, but how could he live in a place that was deserted? The idea of become a hermit was a funny notion, but hardly practical.
All the jobs before this had ended rather swiftly. A Corvie had attacked him on one job, he hadn't been fit for manual labor on another, and in one job he was constantly afraid someone was going to stick him with a syringe when his back was turned. Ultimately he had ended up here, getting the job by the skin of his teeth.
He stared down at the bird hybrid that now seemed to be sleeping soundly. They had very little information on him beyond his name and that his mother knew that he had done a laundry list of illegal drugs.
It was sad. He was probably never going to be able to leave this place if the damage was as bad as what they suspected. His mother had been at her wits end, crying as she left the building.
Wyatt sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He missed his own mother. It was still hard to think about. How could she be dead? Day in and day out he watched her suffer until she went mad, and he was still in disbelief.
His entire region was dead.
All but a handful of people.
"Hey Wyatt. How's training going?"
He snapped out of his pondering.
"Oh, great actually!" He said cheerfully as he went to help the Morganberry feline.
He had to keep moving. That was the only thing he could do.
On Your Toes
He had a brief moment of peace. The girls were with the baby sitters, he had finished his paperwork, and now he could have a nice little outing with his wonderful Ceci. A nice quiet romantic dinner in candle light in one of the best restaurants they could find.
The sparrow cheerfully chirped to himself as he slipped out of his office and made his way to his room.
His cheer was cut short when he heard the skittering of claws on the marble floors. He clenched a fist as he rounded the corner. Just as he thought one of the young women who was helping take care of the multitude of children was running towards him. She looked completely distraught, which probably meant something terrible had happened.
He had always wanted children, but not like this.
"What happened?" he asked, a pained note in his voice.
"Your Majesty!" the woman came skidding to a halt in front of him. She struggled to catch her breath for a moment. Her eyes were wide in horror as she looked up at the bird.
Honestly he had no idea how the woman did anything without hands. But she was recommended for a reason. The sparrow tilted his head as he waited for the woman to speak. Hopefully no one had broken anything, that was the last thing he needed.
"Gigi is stuck in a tree!" She finally announced. "Please sir... we need help getting her out of the tree."
The sparrow's feathers fluffed up. Giraffes couldn't climb trees, so how in all of Wonderland had she gotten stuck in a tree. Why would she even want to climb a tree? "I take it you can't get her down, which is why you came to me?"
The woman nodded.
A heavy sigh escaped Ez.
It took a few minutes to get where they needed to go. When they arrived outside, it was a real sight to behold. The sparrow was somewhere between dread and surprise.
What would posses the girl to do something so stupid? There she was, desperately clinging to a branch looking utterly terrified. Qwin was sitting on a branch below her, looking annoyed.
"I only looked away for a moment," the woman said, her voice getting quieter as they approached. "Qwin flew up there to prevent her from panicking."
"I'm not going to fire you for this, you know?" Ez muttered as he stretched his wings. The other children were being taken care of by the other nanny in the background. They were watching, of course. Gigi was probably never going to hear the end of this.
It took a bit for the sparrow to properly land without making Gigi panic even more. He crouched on the branch behind the giraffe, frowning. "Qwin, you can leave now. I need to talk to your younger sister alone."
Qwin rolled her eyes briefly before fluttering down to the others.
"I'm sorry Uncle Ez!" Gigi whimpered as she continued to cling to the branch at an awkward angle. Honestly the girl looked like she was going to slip off any moment.
"How did you get up here in the first place?"
"I don't know! I wanted to see up a bit higher and I just ended up here!" She sniffed as she tried to wipe her nose on one of her legs, but quickly went back to clinging to the branch.
"Okay Gigi," the sparrow said as he reached out and patted the girl on the back. "You can fly down from here, just just need to concentrate. I know it's scary but you managed to get up here all by yourself you can get down. You're way too heavy for me to carry, so it's up to you."
The sparrow didn't linger, once he had finished speaking he sailed down to the ground.
Gigi had to choke back the tears that were threatening to spill over. She could fly? Diamonds could fly, but... could she really fly? What if she tried and couldn't? The idea of hitting the ground at full force sent a chill up her spine. She would break all the bones in her body!
There was always a sense of dread that hung over her.It came with the small kittens that fooled around in her line of sight. It was hard for her sometimes to get over the feeling but... at a time like this did she have much of a choice?
She sniffed. She could do this.
