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The story of Rush (Part 1) |
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| Posted by: BlackMoonWhiteSky - on Wednesday, November 25, 2009 - 12:28 AM |
This will be on-going.
This is a character I made up and her story just kind of came to me so...
Rush stared at the green tinged creature who lay listlessly in the next cage over, it was a Kelpie but was clearly not doing well. She made gentle “shuh-shuh” sounds, trying to sooth it, trying to say, “Calm, calm. You are not alone.” It lifted its head and met her gaze and she suddenly felt very thirsty, so thirsty she felt like her skin would crack from dryness. She looked down at her measly bowl of dirty water and felt a sudden burst of anger that died just as quickly as it came, she picked it up and held it out to the creature who dove forward desperately, knocking it from her hands and spilling it across the floor. The Kelpie flopped down with a moan and tried to lick up the mud. Rush gathered what she could and rubbed it on the creature’s head and neck, knowing that it would somehow help, then sat back on her heels, watching.
She had named herself Rush because of the sound her wings made when they were somewhat clean, it was a bit of a ‘rushhhhshhhshhssh’ sound, so she had shortened it and taken it as her name. Seeing that she could do nothing more for the Kelpie she stood and went to the cage on her other side, again making her gentle “shuh-shuh-shuh” sounds, projecting calm as best as she could. The two Warmongrels in the cage were unpredictable and fierce, and her hands carried the scars to prove it. The one that had grown to like her was the female, who she had named Huuh for all her sighing and snuffing. The male, who seemed to be more than a little crazy, she had named Shp, for the sound his mouth made when he was snapping at her.
She, of course, did not know that the Kelpie was a Kelpie, nor did she know the Warmongrels to be Warmongrels, as she saw it they were just like her, and that was all that mattered. Though she didn’t know it, she didn’t seem to know much, she was one of the Crow, half-Iiechk, half-Yiykah, and it showed in her light brown skin, her red wings, and her blond hair that shone gold…that is, it would, if it were clean and brushed.
She had never in her life had her hair brushed, and it had been a few days since she’d been allowed a rinse off, so her hair was by no means up to the shine standard. Shp tried to catch her hand but she felt a warning tremble in the back of her mind and pulled away in time. Good thing too, because at that moment a loud clomping came from the extra wide stairwell, indicating the master of the house was coming to have a look-see at the specially separated merchandise.
The dappled grey and black Centaur’s very presence caused most of the creatures to become even more agitated. He came slowly down the isle, sharp blue eyes looking into each cage, looking for anything out of the ordinary. She stood near the bars at the front of her cage, waiting for him. He came to a stop at her cage when he saw her, when nothing happened one of his pale-blond eyebrows lifted in question. She pointed at the Kelpie without taking her eyes off him, “Water,” she said. She had learned to speak the language that he and the Elves used but her tongue was awkward with it, knowing that it was meant for something far more musical. “It needs water, it’s sick.”
He rose angrily onto his hind legs and bashed his hoofs against the bars on her cage, she did not move. “I did not bid you to speak, Birdy.” His was a rumblely voice that brought to mind a rockslide.
“Bid or not, I will speak for that creature; leave it much longer and it will die.” He kicked again, this time she turned and sat in the corner that she slept in and leaned against a bar, closing her grey-blue eyes. He would take her word seriously, he always did, like all of the Crow brought back from the brink of death she did not have a strong empathetic ability but it was stronger than most, perhaps because she had been newly hatched when she got sick, and it was definitely better than anything he had.
She listened as he finished looking at all of the other creatures and stayed the way she was for quite a while after he left, trying to remember anything past her cage, past the darkness, there was nothing.
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