A future story (or start of one, I may write the whole thing later) -- Poetry and Prose

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Date Posted: 01:12:57 02/23/03 Sun
Author: El
Subject: A future story (or start of one, I may write the whole thing later)

((Okay, this involves some of my KRPG chirrlings when they grow older and a species that I'm soon to create more fully. Far in the future, an encounter shapes a few lives.))

A strange, blunt spaceship descended through the horizion, contrails of bluish white exhaust flaring from what could be jet ports. The ship rattled with what could only be a bone jarring wake-up call to the pilot inside as it tilted hungrily for the ground.

Miles away in a large and open field, a family enjoyed the sun. Well, part of a family, anyway.

"Quacha! What're you doing? Don't dig those up." An anxious striped and whsikered muzzle prodded into the field of vision of a large red female Korat as she labored busily at her task of digging up small hard tubers.

"Why not, Arik? 'm hungry!" She retorted, digging. Her striped male sibling was about to reply when a tan blur caught him napping, tumbling him end over end with laughing ease.

"Hahahah!" Small and weedy, the tan laughed as she held her struggling littermate at bay.

"We're too old for this, Tamna, lemme up!" Struggling against the grinning tan female, Arik looked straight into the eyes of his cousin and froze. Daemar had her look again. Holding still until Tamna tired of hostaging him, Arik rose and padded to his older cousin, sitting at her side. For some reason, he could detect when she was at ends. His ears moved forward as he gazed at her in concern. "What is it, Daemar?"

"The east." She replied, rising quietly and loping forward. The adolescent tan blinked at her. "Tell Hrahak that I am going to see what it is. She is to watch you all." Arik didn't question the reserved one, but padded instead to his oldest sister and mother figure. Ever since his father, mother, aunt and grandfather had died in the battles, Hrahak had lead the family.

Meanwhile, Daemar loped into the east, her gait never tiring as she moved. Soon a metallic monstrosity met her eyes, a horrific crunching of smoking material and flame that quickened her pace sharply. Someone was still alive in there! Ducking and dodging, she managed to scope out where the unconcious pilot lay, though the smoke was so thick and her eyes streaming so much that she didn't get a good look. Shutting her eyes, her muzzle found its way to the pilot's clothing, which she snagged in her teeth.

Coughing and spluttering alerted her to the waking of the creature, and a lack of oppresive heat told Daemar she could open her eyes. The sight that met them puzzled her as she sat on her haunches and studied the pilot. She hadn't seen anything so strange in all her Lavanian suns. The thing laying on its elbows in the smoothed grass was small, bipedal, and had a coating of soft grey fur. A singed tail poked out from behind and the face elongated into a whiskered muzzle. But everything else looked like something undreamed of by her, something rather humanoid in appearance. Granted, she had never seen humanoid things before, and the term itself had little meaning, but elder Alldaa's tales had given descriptions that did not flag from the slowly waking pilot, who's head was crowned with long hair as black as her own fur and plaited neatly. Hair. Daemar thought as she cautiously nosed her rescuee.

"Whah? Systems down! Systems down! I didn't fall asleep!" Came the first shrill shriek that made Daemar start back a step, raising a hind leg with her blade poised just in case.

"I am Daemar." The Korat said slowly in her own language. "Can you understand me?"

"Yes. I can. I am Chill." Large, doe-round eyes with a spark in them to counterbalance their sweetness met Daemar's. "What are you?"

"You don't know?" Daemar asked in surprise, tilting her head. "You are speaking my language perfectly and you know not what I am?"

"Imitating your speech patterns and analyzing them, is all." Chill said with a quiet smile. "Where have I landed?"

"I am a Korat. You have landed on Lavana. I heard your arrival." Daemar explained, intensely curious. Chill shifted under the expression on the tan striped black's face, and then nodded.

"I think the whole exxing galaxy heard my arrival." She muttered, holding her shoulders with her arms. "You are probably wondering what I am. A Rodanti." Sitting up a little more, Chill flinched at her torn clothing and singed fur. "I don't suppose you could help a girl out on a place like this?" After a few minutes of thought, Daemar nodded.

"I will bring you to my family. We will see to you from there." Standing and looking pointedly at the Rodanti, she started out a few steps, waiting for Chill to follow. The two headed back to the pack of Korats, exchanging curious sideways glances all the way.

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