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Post by blacknoise on Oct 1, 2015 4:49:33 GMT
SNAP! The small deer snapped its head up, gentle ears flicking to and fro as it sniffed and examined all around for the source of the sound. Not wanting to take a chance, it fled and began bounding off. Seconds pass and something falls from a tree not ten feet from where the deer stood. Thumping to the ground, the bundle of flesh groans and pounds the ground, leaving a small indentation in the soft topsoil. Six arms reached over and slamming into the ground, shoving the unwieldy beast up on its two legs. Thick, sausage-like fingers cracked on the lower four arms while smaller, more delicate fingers on the upper arms brushed the ground where the tracks of the deer was moments before.
Standing, it cracked its back and stretched up to its full height. Taller than it originally seemed, the monster resembled a deformed girl. Two small, delicate blue eyes flicked to and fro as it scanned the area, looking for the source of the sound itself, though far less subtly than the deer. Walking slowly towards a small expanse of bushes, it held the look of a curious, scared girl. However, as it breathed in deep from its mouth, row upon row of teeth on a mouth that opened far wider than that of a human, extending across the cheeks and ending near the ears. Still having lips, it was clear that her mouth was not intended to stretch that far, almost like a Leader's Grin, the mark given to people who cross certain mobs wrong and get their face cut into a permanent 'smile.'
Shaking its short, wet, matted, and knot-filled blonde hair, it slowed down as it neared the bushes where it thought it heard the sound come from. Crouching and hunching over, it made itself seem a foot smaller and began clicking its teeth together in a beckoning sound. Holding out one of its gentle hands, it attempted to speak gently. Its voice came out as hoarse, hissing, and small as it forced out sounds it was not able to properly create.
"C-come. Oooout. Not, hungry. Not hurt you."
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Post by Leb on Oct 1, 2015 6:17:03 GMT
It was early in the morn and the sun barely peaked over the rolling hills. Loretta, with two pails in hand, treaded lightly on the natural trail she took to the riverbend where she collected water for her family. It was her second trip and the sun rose slowly. As she enjoyed the scenery, she spotted a doe. She quickly hid in a bush, quietly setting her buckets down so she could watch the small doe without disturbing it.
It began to move away from her sight and she crawled further into the bush, unintentionally getting snagged by a branch which made an obnoxiously loud snap once she broke free from it. Unfortunately, the noise spooked the doe and it bounded off and away from her. Loretta attempted to maneuver her way out of the bush only to find herself stuck fast.
Oh botha'..
Suddenly a shadow neared the bush she occupied and something clacked together. Teeth perhaps? A small dirty hand that surely belonged to a child entered her vision. A hoarse voice that seemed to sound as if the child had a speech impediment had spoken. "C-come. Oooout. Not, hungry. Not hurt you."
Did they think her a rabbit!? But she was in need of help so she suppose the child may be able to help her out of the bush. She gingerly pushed her open hand out of the bush and called out to the child gently.
"A little help please.. I'm a bit stuck.."
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 1, 2015 7:06:41 GMT
A hand, this surprised Cassarus. A bunny rabbit darting out in fear. A small squirrel rustling them bolting to scold the beastie. These things it expected, it did not expect a hand. It certainly did not expect the hand to talk, jumping back instinctively at the sound of the voice.
It hesitated a minute, the monster weighed in its options. Mostly, it contemplated running away. Mentally dispelling the fearful thoughts, it demanded of itself, 'you will be civilized. You will help the hand.' Silently, it reached out a hand to grasp the hand, then all five other hands greeted the arm the foreign hand attached to by grasping and pulling.
Upon heaving the woman up, the carnivore immediately fled back away from what emerged from the bushes. The hand attached to an arm was attached to a body. It scolded itself mentally for thinking a hand could be detached from a body. The woman was young, though older than the beastie, and it possessed only two arms. This further cemented to Cassarus that it was unique, wrong, and improper in its existence. Taking measure, it crouched and hissed a warning.
No no no, this is not civil, I do not hiss. I must greet this woman with curtesy and kindness. It thought, but its thoughts and actions did not correlate, and this annoyed the beastie. Arms low, it took up a defensive posture with the lower two pair of arms held out, ready to strike, while the top, more gentle arms covered its chest. It opened its mouth, teeth exposed, and attempted to express its sincerest apologies for its actions.
But no coherent sound came out, only garbled syllables that clearly sounded as though it was trying to talk, but not doing very well.
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Post by Leb on Oct 1, 2015 7:48:38 GMT
At first the child hesitated, but then there were.. three pairs of hands..? With a squeak, Loretta was pulled free with a strength that couldn't have possibly been that of one child, let alone three. Before she could properly thank whomever helped her, Loretta realized there was only one person. A child, a very dirty and scared child. It hissed at her from a crouching position. She could see the child's anguish and Loretta's compassion for children had already settled, regardless if it had four extra limbs. Loretta held her hands up, palms facing out, and slowly neared the child who desperately tried to speak with her only to be impeded by the rows of teeth she held.
"It's alright little one. I'm not going to hurt you." She spoke gently in hopes she could calm the child down. "My name's Loretta Authern and I would like to help you." She continued to near at a slow pace speaking to the child in a soothing voice. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 1, 2015 14:47:35 GMT
She was not afraid. she was not violent. The woman surprised the beastie, defying all expectations of her actions. It left it dumbfounded for a few moments, unable to respond. Shaking its head 'no,' the little monster forced itself to not back away as the woman drew closer. Even though it expressed kindness, that she would not hurt it, it found itself hesitant.
The beastie could not be 'hurt,' it was too strong. A bear had tested itself on it not but a few days ago on it, it had emerged victorious. It dawned on the monster then, perhaps the woman thought she was hurt because of the small, nearly healed scratches on her body. Shaking her head 'no,' once more to denote that she was perfectly healthy.
Humming low, the beast slowly formed the sounds of its own name for the nice woman,
"I, mmmm, Cass-a-rus."
Crooking its head, the beast wondered how Loretta could 'help' it. The monster did not understand basic needs of people, of clothes and beds and good food. It only understood what it had, a thin, tattered shirt and the soft dirt of the forest. It wondered why it needed help.
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Post by Leb on Oct 1, 2015 22:35:51 GMT
The child shook her head no as to indicate she wasn't hurt and that she was perfectly fine. She then attempted to speak with her, slowly so that she could still speak clearly."I, mmmm, Cass-a-rus."
"Cassarus.." Loretta spoke to herself to commit it to memory. "A very pretty name you have there." she smiled and gently placed a hand on her knotted greased and dirty hair. She stroked the top of her head with care and took her hand back only to leave it in front of her to take if she wished to. "Why don't we get you cleaned up first." she said more of a statement than a question.
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 2, 2015 2:05:55 GMT
Instinctively, the monster recoiled from the touch. However, gently and slowly, it pushed its head into the hand to be stroked. It did not realize how much it liked the feeling of another's hand upon its head. Although it did not understand how a name could express beauty, the beastie smiled nonetheless as it realized the wom- Loretta was complementing her.
Hesitant at first, the monster did not respond to the outstretched hand. However, with little prodding, it reached its more gentle, elongated arm out away from where it had been curled up in defense and took her hand. The beastie's touch was gentle, petting Loretta's hand before gripping it. As it started walking, Cassarus relaxed and unraveled her defensive arm. Instead, her four lower arms curled up and rested up against her ribcage.
Cassarus trusted this woman, but Loretta did not know what the beast was capable of. It was a ragged animal, and it would react like one if exposed to the wrong stimuli. It knew this, and it feared for Loretta more than it did itself.
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Post by Leb on Oct 2, 2015 6:34:06 GMT
She smiled and walked back around the bush with Cassarus in tow. She knelt and took the pails in hand,not once letting go of Cassarus. Loretta would never admit it, but she was frightened by the teeth, but the very thought of neglecting children based on their appearance alone appalled her and made her insides churn. She wondered if there were others like her and if her parents were around. For now, Loretta decided that Cassarus will be in her care. But first she would need more water to take home to get a bath started.
Upon the walk back home, Loretta held a pail of water in each hand as she led Cassarus back to her home. The sun had risen over the hills now and shone brightly down upon the fields. Farmers harvested and herders tended to their herds. It was a slow day and in general with the last summer breeze in the air.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 2, 2015 14:48:24 GMT
We got a report of a disturbance in the rural district.
Drak had walked along the dusty road for most of the night, and yet there was still no sign of the mentioned hobgoblins. Maybe he had taken a wrong turn somewhere? He tried to remember the tricks to finding directions from his training, but it had been so long. Something about moss on trees and flowing water. Or was it moss on water and flowing trees? And the sun. The sun was a guide too, but he couldn't recall for the life of him where it was supposed to rise and set. He leaned on the handle of his glaive, wiping a slick coat of sweat from his forehead, and sighed.
"Fuggin eejit," he grunted, utterly disappointed in his ability to properly do his job. Hobgoblins were a definite problem. Most of the backwoods folk had a way of dealing with problems on their own, but if they got into the city proper... he shuddered. He knew Sabrina wouldn't stand a chance. The thought of the disgusting little brutes slitting her ebony throat was horrifying. Looking up at the rapidly darkening sky, Drak finally decided there were no hobgoblins where he was headed. He DID know his fiancee was home waiting for him to return (and his little expedition pushed his time on shift long past normal), and tonight they were going to feck. Nobody kept Drak away from his fecking time with Sabrina.
Moments before he finally gave up, two figures appeared around the bend in the road.
"Oy! Watchu knackers up to? See any hobgobs your way?" he called, running over to the travelers. As they came into better view, Dak saw it was some young lass with a bucket, holding hands with... with...
"Fuggin hell?!" he cried, pointing his blade at the monster. "The hell are you?!"
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 4, 2015 0:45:00 GMT
The beastie moved, slowly, closer and closer to the taller woman who held her hand. With every glance around at the unfamiliar sights, sounds, and smells, it drew closer to Loretta and gripped her hand tighter. If it were gripping Loretta's hand with it's lower arms, it might have accidentally bruised the woman. However, the monster's top arms, while thicker than any other part of her body, were gentle. Absent-mindedly, it began petting the hand, finding comfort in the action of caressing someone else.
As it walked, the monster was given a chance to think. Normally, it did not think, the luxury of intense thought was not available when in the thrill and desperation of the hunting of another being for sustenance. It thought, why did this woman want to help it? Why had it found itself near so many other humans, it was not human(or it did not think itself human). It had taken lengths to see to it that it avoided the contact of those that might harm it, yet here it saw a human, a higher predator, showing kindness and no desire to harm it. Was it a ruse, surely it must be some complicated trick to fool the beastie into a false sense of security so that it might overcome it. However, no matter how wary its thoughts wandered, it still caressed the hand that held it.
Then, as if to vindicate the beastie, a man appeared, yelling and brandishing a blade. The monster's attention was down, it had been distracted, confused, deceived. This was wrong, it was going to hurt it, it would die. In, perhaps, an unnecessarily violent reaction, it wrenched its hand from Loretta and leapt back. Wrapping it's top arms in and flashing its lower two pairs out, it made a noise akin to a yell and a hiss as it began backing up and circling away from the man. All teeth brandished and exposed, it attempted to intimidate the armed man.
As it did so, it began to breathe heavily, adrenaline coursed through its veins. It thought that, perhaps, this meant it was somehow looking more scary than before. But to Loretta, it would be overly clear what the beastie was feeling. It was terrified.
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Post by Leb on Oct 4, 2015 4:33:34 GMT
Loretta smiled as the child petted her hand. It felt nice and soothing to her, perhaps in a way Cassarus was comforting itself by doing so. She looked down to Cassarus with the same smile she held and just as she was about to soothe the child and let her know how they were nearing her home, that is until someone had ran towards them. Loretta froze in place at the sudden yell.
"Oy! Watchu knackers up to? See any hobgobs your way?"
Hobgobs?
Yes they get the occasional attack and after the recent one, she could see why there was a guard in the rural district.
Cassarus wrenched its hand away from Loretta's own causing for her to drop her buckets. Loretta heard Cassarus hiss very much like a cat aggressively hissing to scare off those bigger than they. The child was terrified.
"Fuggin hell?!" The man pointed his blade at the two though she knew it was meant for Cassarus. "The hell are you?!"
Loretta stood in the man's way with her arms spread out and for the first time, raised her voice indignantly.
"Lower your blade sir, She's a child and under my care."
Loretta's brow furrowed together and her lips settled into a frown. She will not let anything happen to Cassarus and she swore to it.
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 5, 2015 2:06:12 GMT
Drak stumbled back from the hissing monstrosity, glaive still held steady in his calloused hands. The beast was putting on a show of force, making itself bigger, bearing its terrifying teeth. The guard wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and he had no skills or powers to distinguish himself from the other average Johnnies, but he could understand danger when he saw it. When he spoke again, his voice was low and slow, every word and action haltered in fear of the creature.
"Aight, aight now. Don't go hissing at me like that. My bonnie and me, we're working on a kid ourself. Not wishing for a fuggin..."
He paused, giving the beast a glance.
"A bonnie little chap like yours, but I know what its like. Miss..."
The next words were whispered.
"Are you needing help? Are you this fuggin freako's hostage?"
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Post by blacknoise on Oct 5, 2015 3:29:18 GMT
It took itself aback, the little monster not understanding what was going on. Loretta stood before her, arms outstretched, vulnerable before the warrior. To the beastie, Loretta looked completely defenseless and weak, like a baby doe walking with a rabid wolf pup. She spoke to the man, and when she did, the beastie listened. It listened intently, deciphering the words with ease. However, despite understanding what the man and Loretta were saying, it was still confused. Child? What child? The beastie was not a child, it was a monster, a horrible, twisted thing and it was unique. It was not a child.
But was she under Loretta's care? Was she really? Loretta was weak, what if they were threatened, what would she do? Even as the beastie thought these things, it came to the realization that they were being threatened, and Loretta was defending the beastie instead of herself. How could it be so selfish as to not realize this?! Cracking as the man began whispering, it stood up taller. Despite being nearly a decade younger than Loretta, it stood less than half a foot shorter now.
Stepping forward, it placed itself in front of Loretta and began hissing lowly. It was not a wolf, it was not a snake, and it was most certainly not a child! Children were weak, snotty, defenseless, and needed to be protected. The beastie would protect itself, it was all grown up! As it hissed, it attempted to speak in the most threatening voice it could muster,
"Go b-b-ack, I will eeeeat you."
It did not truly mean this, it was full, and it did not think people to be the most filling prey. So many parts of them were not delicious, and were to be discarded, deer were better.
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Post by Leb on Oct 5, 2015 3:50:59 GMT
"Are you needing help? Are you this fuggin freako's hostage?"
Loretta shook her head vigorously. She could only assume the man took her for a weak hostage but she is not!
"Cassarus is not a freak, and I am no hostage, sir."
Cassarus did not stop hissing and stood in front of Loretta attempting to scare away the man. "Go b-b-ack, I will eeeeat you."
Loretta placed a gentle hand on Cassarus's head and petted her, stroking the matted hair.
"We'll be on our way if you don't mind. Cassarus here will be going home with me and that is final." Loretta stood firm and squared as she stared down Drak firmly in the eyes. "I assure you no trouble will be had if you would just let us through."
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Post by Annasiel on Oct 7, 2015 2:07:25 GMT
"No trouble, no harm, eh?" Drak replied. The massive blade fell an inch. "Yet there your little kiddo is, fuggin threatening to eat me or sumtin. I pity the bloke or dame that had to fek whatever freako to make it."
He sighed, and lowered the glaive to the ground.
"This is against my better judging, but I'm gonna let you two through. If I hear one word about killing or eating or even about a budgie being coerced by blackmail, you know who's gonna be hovering over you when you wake up. Aight? Get my jist? Heck, I'm failing at my job anyway, so I might as well fuggin fail even more. You'll even get an escort home."
Drak laughed, a deep, booming, jovial sound.
"I need to get home and fek my... er, 'woo my sweetart'..." he winked knowingly, "so I best follow you. You and your fuggin cutsie monster."
He threw the glaive over his shoulder, and swept his arm ahead of him.
"Lead the way, missie."
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