Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2014 1:59:11 GMT
In an isolated place, Amrenth sat cross-legged amidst the rubble of the statue from which he had awoken months before. The statue itself resembled an egg in shape, its shell cracked. A peculiar sight within the tranquil grove. Amrenth had surrounded the ruined statue with a more carved from rocks. Some looked like the nearby wildlife he had observed, while others had no particular shape or discernable identity.
Not far from him, there was a stream of clear water trickling down a grass covered hill – the trickle was audible from where he was sitting. Birds were chirping, and he could even hear the rustling of small lizards and insects through the underbrush. Nature’s cacophony provided the perfect ambience for meditation.Amrenth’s eyes were closed, he remained cross-legged – but he was not meditating. He was intertwined in a combat with one of his most recurring arch-enemies: Boredom.
Letting out a cry of frustration, he jumped up to standing position. He searched nearby for his stone sword; the weapon carved from the egg-statue’s rubble. Once he retrieved it, he started his daily routine, stabbing the air with controlled and practiced movements. His feet guided him through the slicing motions, careful to maintain his balance. Slowly, his air-sparring grew in intensity. His swings with the stone weapon started to lumber, his motions uncontrolled, and the subtle movement of his feet more erratic.
He fought to maintain his balance and composure every time the sword swung, until he had to hop on a single leg, trying his hardest not to let the sword’s tip crash to the ground. Holding the stone sword overhead, dragging his balance backwards, he felt the muscles in his arm struggling. He popped out his rear to counter the offset balance by bringing his body’s gravity center underneath the weight. Instead, the weight of the sword shifted too far to the front and his arms snapped forward. His forearms tensed painfully and his wrists protested in agony as he forced himself to keep the sword and himself from falling forward.
When he didn’t hear the sound of an impact, he tentatively opened an eye and witnessed a small lizard. Its bulbous eyes were staring down the edge of the sword and it flicked its tongue a few times before tilting its head inquisitively. Amrenth bound the stone sword to his back with a piece of rope.
“Oh, sorry buddy. Almost squashed you there,” he plopped down, exhausted, to grant his arms some rest. “I guess you couldn’t tell me what I should do next.”
With a sigh Amrenth allowed himself to fall backwards, clasping his hands behind his head. His gaze wandered to the clouds, trying to find recognizable shapes.
After all these months he still couldn’t remember what the egg-shaped statue was, or what this planet even was. When he had asked a hunter – after he had stopped him from shooting at the wildlife – the confused woman said this was Earth. That didn’t explain much. He did notice a physical difference: he had a prehensile tale while the woman had not. Her chest was a lot puffier.
He rolled his head to look at the egg-shaped sculpture. He didn’t understand the thing, all he knew he had woken up from it.
The lizard made a harsh screeching sound.
“Yeah, tell me about it…” Amrenth said. He turned his head to see the small lizard shoot out his elongated tongue to catch an insect from the sky. Amrenth’s stomach growled in agreement. “Mmm, I can do with some food.”
The lizard just stared at Amrenth incredulously.
Rather than foraging nearby, Amrenth decided to journey to the nearby city, in the hope that he could find a meal that was easier to obtain, and some manner of entertainment. His stomach grumbled, and occasionally roared, throughout the walk towards the city. An hour passed by before he spotted a moving vehicle on wheels. It seemed to have a large container trailing behind it and Amrenth didn’t think long before he carefully jumped in while it was speeding along.
Approaching the city, he was floored by the large, towering edifices jutting from the pavement. In their windows, he saw hundreds of brilliantly gleaming reflections of the sun. More tantalising was the bustling mass of people going about their day, staring at attractive clothes through shop windows, or engaged in conversation with each other. The mass moved around each individual as water.
The lack of tails and the inhabitants surprised him. No one had a tail as far as he could see. Feeling out of place, he instinctively wrapped his prehensile tail around. He was drawn to a particularly large gathering, on a plaza. They were mesmerised by a large screen that showed two combatants battling heavily – he was hooked. For a while he forgot his hunger, while watching the tournament on a large screen.
Eventually, four combatants were going at it in the ring. And one of them had a tail! He really had to go there, Amrenth thought.
Meanwhile the sun was setting.
Noticing the change of light, he realised he had done nothing to satisfy his hunger. He tugged the spectator’s shirt who was standing next to him, cheering loudly.
“E-excuse me, I need to get some food.” Amrenth said. The spectator barely gave him any heed.
“The butcher in the next street should still be open, but he won’t have anything decent at this hour,” he finally said.
“Thanks! Wait, where do I have to go?”
The spectator took his eyes away from the action on the screen to point Amrenth in the right direction.
He had a quick stride, because usually he would be sound asleep at this time, but he couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping on an empty stomach. He wandered through the city, following the spectator’s direction to the nearest source of food and that’s when he spotted people moving in a particular shop empty-handed. They left the shop with bags full of meat. How easy was that! This is probably the shop what the nice man meant.
Amrenth observed the way the other shoppers went about their business inside the butcher’s store. They dropped coins in the man’s hand before they left with their delicious-looking meat. He wondered for a moment if he would need those coins to get himself some meat.
“Nah, that wouldn’t make sense,” he told himself.
The bell jingled as he entered the store, after the shop had emptied.
Amrenth must have been a strange sight in the eyes of the butcher who was eyeing the young boy up-and-down, and down-and-up.
“Get out,” the butcher said.
“But I’m hungry,” sounded the retort.
“Well, you need money for it kid.”
Amrenth was clueless. Money?
Behind him, the bell jingled three more times and three large men stepped inside. Thud—Thud—Thud – they inched closer to the counter, and the butcher was visibly flustered.
“Outta the way kid,” said the largest of the group, the muscles in his body tensed. The man grabbed the butcher and lifted him against the wall. “Where’s the money?”
Amrenth knew it! This poor guy was duped into looking for money that doesn’t exist. Upon this realisation, he hopped over the counter and grabbed as much food as he could carry: Mutton chops, venison filet, chicken drumsticks. Anything that made his mouth water.
“W-wait you can’t just take that!” the butcher stammered.
“The kid ain’t your problem – now about that money,”
“Gee, thanks,” Amrenth said when he left the store, struggling to hold of all the succulent meat.
He hadn’t taken more than a few steps when he heard the sound of glass shattering, and other signs of unrest back from the butcher shop. He heard cries of help and onlookers started to crowd in front of the store, attracted by all the commotion.
((Here it is at last, my entry to WOD. Sorry for making you wait, I was unable to commit so I wanted to hold back on posting. Considering the moon is about the come out at any moment, I figured Amrenth will become Oozaru in the city, if that is okay and if it won't be too much trouble. I can always rewrite it if necessary.))
Not far from him, there was a stream of clear water trickling down a grass covered hill – the trickle was audible from where he was sitting. Birds were chirping, and he could even hear the rustling of small lizards and insects through the underbrush. Nature’s cacophony provided the perfect ambience for meditation.Amrenth’s eyes were closed, he remained cross-legged – but he was not meditating. He was intertwined in a combat with one of his most recurring arch-enemies: Boredom.
Letting out a cry of frustration, he jumped up to standing position. He searched nearby for his stone sword; the weapon carved from the egg-statue’s rubble. Once he retrieved it, he started his daily routine, stabbing the air with controlled and practiced movements. His feet guided him through the slicing motions, careful to maintain his balance. Slowly, his air-sparring grew in intensity. His swings with the stone weapon started to lumber, his motions uncontrolled, and the subtle movement of his feet more erratic.
He fought to maintain his balance and composure every time the sword swung, until he had to hop on a single leg, trying his hardest not to let the sword’s tip crash to the ground. Holding the stone sword overhead, dragging his balance backwards, he felt the muscles in his arm struggling. He popped out his rear to counter the offset balance by bringing his body’s gravity center underneath the weight. Instead, the weight of the sword shifted too far to the front and his arms snapped forward. His forearms tensed painfully and his wrists protested in agony as he forced himself to keep the sword and himself from falling forward.
When he didn’t hear the sound of an impact, he tentatively opened an eye and witnessed a small lizard. Its bulbous eyes were staring down the edge of the sword and it flicked its tongue a few times before tilting its head inquisitively. Amrenth bound the stone sword to his back with a piece of rope.
“Oh, sorry buddy. Almost squashed you there,” he plopped down, exhausted, to grant his arms some rest. “I guess you couldn’t tell me what I should do next.”
With a sigh Amrenth allowed himself to fall backwards, clasping his hands behind his head. His gaze wandered to the clouds, trying to find recognizable shapes.
After all these months he still couldn’t remember what the egg-shaped statue was, or what this planet even was. When he had asked a hunter – after he had stopped him from shooting at the wildlife – the confused woman said this was Earth. That didn’t explain much. He did notice a physical difference: he had a prehensile tale while the woman had not. Her chest was a lot puffier.
He rolled his head to look at the egg-shaped sculpture. He didn’t understand the thing, all he knew he had woken up from it.
The lizard made a harsh screeching sound.
“Yeah, tell me about it…” Amrenth said. He turned his head to see the small lizard shoot out his elongated tongue to catch an insect from the sky. Amrenth’s stomach growled in agreement. “Mmm, I can do with some food.”
The lizard just stared at Amrenth incredulously.
Rather than foraging nearby, Amrenth decided to journey to the nearby city, in the hope that he could find a meal that was easier to obtain, and some manner of entertainment. His stomach grumbled, and occasionally roared, throughout the walk towards the city. An hour passed by before he spotted a moving vehicle on wheels. It seemed to have a large container trailing behind it and Amrenth didn’t think long before he carefully jumped in while it was speeding along.
Approaching the city, he was floored by the large, towering edifices jutting from the pavement. In their windows, he saw hundreds of brilliantly gleaming reflections of the sun. More tantalising was the bustling mass of people going about their day, staring at attractive clothes through shop windows, or engaged in conversation with each other. The mass moved around each individual as water.
The lack of tails and the inhabitants surprised him. No one had a tail as far as he could see. Feeling out of place, he instinctively wrapped his prehensile tail around. He was drawn to a particularly large gathering, on a plaza. They were mesmerised by a large screen that showed two combatants battling heavily – he was hooked. For a while he forgot his hunger, while watching the tournament on a large screen.
Eventually, four combatants were going at it in the ring. And one of them had a tail! He really had to go there, Amrenth thought.
Meanwhile the sun was setting.
Noticing the change of light, he realised he had done nothing to satisfy his hunger. He tugged the spectator’s shirt who was standing next to him, cheering loudly.
“E-excuse me, I need to get some food.” Amrenth said. The spectator barely gave him any heed.
“The butcher in the next street should still be open, but he won’t have anything decent at this hour,” he finally said.
“Thanks! Wait, where do I have to go?”
The spectator took his eyes away from the action on the screen to point Amrenth in the right direction.
He had a quick stride, because usually he would be sound asleep at this time, but he couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping on an empty stomach. He wandered through the city, following the spectator’s direction to the nearest source of food and that’s when he spotted people moving in a particular shop empty-handed. They left the shop with bags full of meat. How easy was that! This is probably the shop what the nice man meant.
Amrenth observed the way the other shoppers went about their business inside the butcher’s store. They dropped coins in the man’s hand before they left with their delicious-looking meat. He wondered for a moment if he would need those coins to get himself some meat.
“Nah, that wouldn’t make sense,” he told himself.
The bell jingled as he entered the store, after the shop had emptied.
Amrenth must have been a strange sight in the eyes of the butcher who was eyeing the young boy up-and-down, and down-and-up.
“Get out,” the butcher said.
“But I’m hungry,” sounded the retort.
“Well, you need money for it kid.”
Amrenth was clueless. Money?
Behind him, the bell jingled three more times and three large men stepped inside. Thud—Thud—Thud – they inched closer to the counter, and the butcher was visibly flustered.
“Outta the way kid,” said the largest of the group, the muscles in his body tensed. The man grabbed the butcher and lifted him against the wall. “Where’s the money?”
Amrenth knew it! This poor guy was duped into looking for money that doesn’t exist. Upon this realisation, he hopped over the counter and grabbed as much food as he could carry: Mutton chops, venison filet, chicken drumsticks. Anything that made his mouth water.
“W-wait you can’t just take that!” the butcher stammered.
“The kid ain’t your problem – now about that money,”
“Gee, thanks,” Amrenth said when he left the store, struggling to hold of all the succulent meat.
He hadn’t taken more than a few steps when he heard the sound of glass shattering, and other signs of unrest back from the butcher shop. He heard cries of help and onlookers started to crowd in front of the store, attracted by all the commotion.
((Here it is at last, my entry to WOD. Sorry for making you wait, I was unable to commit so I wanted to hold back on posting. Considering the moon is about the come out at any moment, I figured Amrenth will become Oozaru in the city, if that is okay and if it won't be too much trouble. I can always rewrite it if necessary.))