(( Greetings and salutations good Furs, I present to you today a work of mine that is still in progress.
I am writing it in a diary format, from the first person perspective of the main character, I intend for this to be quite a long story, going through his life and everything that comes with it.
I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I do writing it, any comments and constructive criticism are very welcome and always appreciated, as well as help in pointing out any spelling or grammar errors I might have missed myself.
Thanks for reading.))
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Be careful, don't stare into the abyss too long, something may look back....when I first heard these words, it sent shivers through me, right from the fur on my ears, to the tip of my tail, it seemed to embody my entire life, or at least make a sort of referral to how I had gone so horribly wrong...
Here, in this journal, I will lay out my life bare, I shall endeavor to tell the whole truth, I make no excuses for my actions, meerly give the answer as to why I took them, I will show anyone who cares to read this how I came to be who I am, and the why, and when of it.
My name is Reth, my blood name I have never known, as I was anonymously abandoned to an orphanage as a baby. Taken in by the staff there, I was raised, or, should I say dragged up, the orphanage was located in the Thenian capitol, Viccia, or, the Citadel, as it was more commonly known as. You must understand, the staff there really did try to help the children under their care, not that I saw it at the time, but it was during the period of war between the Republic of Thenia, and the Kingdom of Jihdor, tensions were high, and all resources were being funneled into the war effort against the cold blooded Jihdorians, I still remember the propaganda posters plastered all over the slums depicting the reptillian figures with red eyes and an evil grin walking forward with an outstretched claw, then you had one of the foxlike Thenian's, his back to you, facing down the approaching figure, clad in the bright red uniforms of the Republic military, the caption had read "Keep your family safe, join up today" "Family" the word had always angered me, even at that young an age. I seemed to be the only child in the orphanage who couldn't accept the fact that he'd been abandoned, and it eat at me every day.
Everything continued in mostly the same way for many years, because of the conditions, and the fact that the orphanage was located in the slums, I had grown up pretty quickly, and had become quite street smart, by the age of 14. I, unlike many of my fellow orphans, managed to avoid affiliation with the local gangs and underworld groups, not out of some kind of moral superiority, just because I always hated the idea of being a follower, I never took well to authority, of any kind.
I must confess, I don't have many distinct memories of anything up until that point, everything just seemed to mesh together into one big montage of hellish survival, or at least what I thought was hellish survival at the time...boy was I wrong, I'd had it easy until then, compared to what was coming next.
It was another side effect of the war...funding for the orphanage was withdrawn, and without it, the already poor orphanage could no longer afford to stay open. I remember it pretty clearly, I was in the room when an official, followed closely by two armed guardsmen, met with the owner, a rather large, older lady, I still remember her screaming at the man, she cried for hours afterward, she even apologized to me for "failing", at the time I couldn't have been happier, it meant an end to being stuck there.
Not long after, the orphanage was shut down, it couldn't have been more than a week or so after the incident, we were all turfed out into the streets unceremoniously, there was no sympathy for street rats like us during those hard times. Most of the other children stuck together, not knowing what to do, some went to join up with gangs they had affiliated themselves with full time....I...I just wandered, didn't really know where to go.
It had been days since I'd eaten, or slept properly for that matter, I'd been meandering from street to street aimlessly, thinking back now, maybe I was just waiting to die...but it was then that I ran into an encounter that changed me...drastically.
I remember I was coming out of one of the many dark, dingy back alleys of the slums, when I bumped into someone...when I looked up, it was another kid, maybe a year or two older than I was, obviously another street rat, and he had the most sinister grin on his face I'd yet seen...in his hands, he had a loaf of fresh bread, the kid was obviously far better off than I was, despite the fact that he was pretty much in the same boat as me.
I'll never forget it. "Hey there little cub, hungry?" the bastard waved the bread in my direction, the tone of his voice made it obvious he was teasing me, after throwing a few more insults my way, he decided he would get a bigger reaction out of me if he gave me a kick....boy, was he right. Something inside me snapped, the minute his foot made contact, I don't know if it was the starvation, the sleep deprivation, the fact that the guy was a total dick, or some darkness that had always been inside me, I suspect a mixture of all of them, but I totally lost it, I attacked the guy, claws, teeth, anything I could muster.
He was far, far more experienced than I was, and I'm sure the fact that he was well fed and rested didn't hurt either, he pummeled me, viciously, but I kept coming back for more, I didn't care, at that moment, the only thing important to me was tearing out this guys throat...while I was busy running toward the guy for the sixth time, and bleeding pretty badly while I was at it, I came to a sudden realization....I liked this...the pain, the blood-lust, the adrenaline rush, I loved it! And not only that...I was good at it! This sudden realization made me feel alive, I had never had anything I enjoyed before, and I began laughing aloud, I must have looked totally psychotic, and I probably was at the time, but this seemed to throw him off, he looked a bit frightened really, I suppose someone running at you, laughing psychotically, while covered in their own blood can be a little unnerving.
I caught him off guard, leaping at him from about three feet away, and tackling him to the ground. I punched and I punched and I clawed and I bit until the creature lying under me was barely recognizable.
Still breathing heavily, I rolled off the corpse of what was once a fellow street rat, the only thing in my mind was getting the bread he had been teasing me with...I found it, lying a little way off, and ravaged it like a wild animal without even pausing to brush off the dirt.
I felt instantly better, for a moment, I looked at the corpse I had created lying next to me, I felt no remorse, or shame, and I still don't. The guy got what he deserved, and if it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else that did him in.
As I started to calm down, I noticed something...the show had drawn a crowd, there was a good few slum dwellers nearby, looking on in shock at the scene, but I didn't care. Self defense, as far as I was concerned, besides, it's not like the law counted for much down there in the slums, I riffled through the dead guys pockets, finding a few coins, and made a hasty exit, nobody tried to follow me.
The next few days were spent in the loft of an abandoned warehouse, recovering. Once the adrenaline had worn off, the pain started to kick in, I'd been beaten pretty badly, odd as it sounds, I was extremely lucky, I came out of it with no broken bones, no bruised organs, nothing too serious. If I had, I'd probably have died, no way I'd have been able to get help from a doctor, still, it hurt like hell, and I wasn't planning on going anywhere for a while.
I managed to stagger down the street and buy some food from one of the local vendors with my ill gotten gains, it felt horrible giving up the coin, it was more than I'd ever had to my name in my life, but it meant I could eat for at least a week, and at the time, that was more valuable to me than any coin.
At the time, I remember being bored half to death, but when I think back now, it was probably an important time for me, those days of recovery, all I could think about was how much I had enjoyed the fight...how much I had enjoyed the thrill...the blood-lust, how good it felt...and that momentary feeling of pure power as I extinguished a life...I wanted more of it.
Hours upon hours were spent trying not to move too much up in those rafters, every so often, I'd eat, or get up to go relieve myself, or just try to stretch my sore muscles.
A few days later, I was feeling much better, though perhaps not quite recovered, I was asleep in my usual spot, a wide beam next to the wall, you know, where the wall meets the roof, I liked the cramped feeling it gave me. Something stirred me from my slumber however, as I awoke, I realized there was light coming from below me, down in the warehouse, I also became aware of voices, they sounded gruff.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I peeked over the side, down below, there were three figures I could make out, two were Thenian, and the other was Jihdorian, it was the first time I'd ever seen one of the cold blooded in real life, I remember the only thing I could think at the time was how little they looked like the monsters in the propaganda posters all over town.
My ears twitched as I strained to hear their hushed tones...
"...That wasn't the agreement." The larger of the two Thenian's said, the Jihdorian placed a large clawed hand on the battered looking wooden table between them all menacingly "I'll hold up my end of the bargain when you hold up yours Zariah!" "Now hold on a damn minute!" the smaller Thenian said, holding up a hand, I could see his tail swishing from side to side nervously from my vantage point "We held up our end of the bargain, there were no guards there at the appointed time, we made sure of that, cost us quite a bit too, it's not our fault if your people are too incompetent-" "My people?!" The Jihdorian boomed "We were all set to bring the packages through, when we spotted a patrol, a damn patrol, heading our way!"
Corruption in the city guard, why was I not surprised, the conversation continued on in much the same way for well over four hours, and at any moment, I expected them to kill each other, but they never did. It didn't take me long to figure out who they were, the Jihdorian was a smuggler, and the Thenians were part of a local gang, I listened to all of it, they discussed a great deal, and I learned a lot from it, they left as abruptly as they came, it did't take me long to fall back asleep, despite the chill in the air that night.
The next morning, I was awake pretty early, the sun was only just rising, I could see it through the broken roof of the warehouse, just over the rooftops of the city, I had a pretty measly breakfast, consisting of the last of the food I'd bought with my hard won money, I realized I'd have to move on soon, to where, I did not know, I was feeling a lot better now, but I had nowhere to go, nowhere to be, nobody knew who I was and nobody cared either, I had no skills, no home, nothing.
I must have sat there for hours in thought, running through all kinds of ideas, I even considered going into the Dead Zone, an extremely dangerous wasteland just north of Thenia and Jihdoria, there was supposed to be treasures untold just lying in wait, but I dismissed the thought, I'd be food for the first creature that found me, ironic really.
Eventually I decided to just take a walk, it would do my muscles some good to get some exercise, and the movement felt good, when I consider it now, I think I also secretly wanted to see if I could get into another fight, I really wanted more, even if I didn't really know it fully myself at the time.
Eternally invisible, as all street urchins are, I made my way down the market street, watching as their owners opened up shop for the day, the streets were pretty barren at that time of the morning through, not that I was complaining, I never did like crowds, I rubbed my hands together as I walked, the friction from fur rubbing against fur warming me up, it was quite cold, and the dirty rags I called clothes weren't keeping out the cold as much as I'd have liked.
As I walked, I lost myself in thought once again, I thought about my fight with the guy from a few days ago, I thought about the people in the warehouse, the Gang, and the smuggler, and I wondered if it would be possible to make a living from that kind of thing for myself, in my mind, I imagined myself wearing fine clothes, living in a palace, I was rich, I was powerful, I had everything I could ever want, I smiled to myself at the thought.
A sudden sound brought me out of my daydream, the sound of brick hitting brick, not far off, it was then I realized that I'd wandered off the market street down a back alley during the course of my thoughts, didn't matter all that much really, I had no destination in mind, but it was then that I heard voices up ahead, and it really piqued my interest.
"I got her, I got the little freak, over here!"
"Keep her there, I'm coming."
I quickened my pace, but stuck to the wall, there was nobody else around, but it was still pretty easy to hide with all the garbage lying around the alley, city waste disposal never bothered with the slums, just letting it pile up, letting the inhabitants of the slums sit in their own filth, and for once, I was thankful for it.
There were some steps leading down to the right a little further ahead, the voices were coming from there, it lead down into a large drainage pipe, the kind built for sewer access, I peeked around the corner, I could see two guys standing over something I couldn't quite make out, they were both wearing yellow jackets and yellow bandannas, they were part of a local small time gang, the Royals, or something like that, I'd seen them around before.
"Let's just kill her and get it over with." the one on the right said suddenly.
"Yeah, yeah, let's just do it quickly, I hate the smell of this place."
They started kicking, and it was then, as they moved to the side, I could see what it was, a little girl, she couldn't have been more than eight or nine, my eyes widened at the sight, and I could feel that rage start to burn in me again, and I lost it, in a fit of suicidal bravery, or perhaps stupidity, I ran out from my hiding place and straight at the backs of the two Royals, it was pure dumb luck on my part that, at the last second, I noticed a knife sticking out of the belt on the guy to my left, they hadn't even noticed me yet, too busy absorbed in their brutal torture of a small child, I made a grab for the knife, and without a second's hesitation, plunged it deep into the bastards back, he howled in pain, trying to reach behind him to grab at the source of his pain, but I was already gone, I went for the other Royal, he noticed me, but far too late, I'll never forget the look of surprise on his face as I leaped at him, I'll always be thankful that we Thenians have powerful hind legs, because it allowed me to reach his throat a lot easier than I expected to, I bit down, hard, and ripped away, then bit again, and ripped, the taste of his blood filled my mouth.
He dropped in about three seconds, choking on his own life force, I could hear him gurgling his last breath as I turned to the other guy, only to find him trying to crawl away, his own knife still protruding from the middle of his back, might have even gotten his spine, I walked over, pulled out the knife, which made him scream again, oh how I enjoyed his screams, he rolled over onto his back, when he saw me, he started to beg for his life, it was so damn pathetic, I ended him quickly, albeit with a bit more mess than I'd have liked.
They were both dead now, it was only then I remembered why I attacked them in the first place, I turned quickly, looking for the girl, and there she was, hadn't moved an inch, looking at me with wide eyes, full of fear and tears, but...for the first time, I noticed something else about her, her fur...it was pure silver....I'd just saved a Magi.
I shook my head in disbelief, I'd never even seen a magi before, they were so rare, and most of them had already been hunted to extinction by the various states, they were outlawed, abominations, dangerous, at least, that's what everyone was told, this girl didn't look the slightest bit dangerous to me, she looked frightened, helpless, and right now, pretty hurt.
I tried to smile at her, but it probably looked pretty vicious, because she flinched visibly, I forgot my mouth and chest were covered in blood from biting that guys neck, so I tried talking instead.
"You okay?"
She nodded, almost imperceptibly. I looked around, I couldn't just leave her here, the Royals would be looking for their missing people before long, and if she were still there, there was no telling what they'd do, or, even worse, the city guard might find her, and she'd be having a state execution just for being what she was. She was wearing little more than rags herself, and she looked freezing, her wounds didn't look life threatening though, just a few bruises and scrapes from where they'd beat her, I took off my own rag shirt and told her to put it on, it would pretty much cover her from her head to her knees, and it also had a hood, so it would hide her well enough, she didn't have to be asked twice.
"C'mon, I'm taking you somewhere safe." I told her, didn't take her long to comply, I suppose anywhere was better than there, and she knew it.
I carried her all the way back to my little hideaway in the loft of the abandoned warehouse, kept her bundled up in my shirt the whole time to hide her from prying eyes, I got a few funny looks myself for walking around shirtless on such a cold day, but I didn't care, their opinions meant less than nothing to me, and if I wanted to stroll around with no shirt on, that's exactly what I'd **censor** do.
The trip back took more out of me than I thought, it wasn't that she was heavy, but I was only 14, and I still wasn't exactly fully recovered myself, but we got there, after a little coercing, I managed to convince my little silver furred friend to climb up, she was afraid of heights, but there was no helping it.
I sat there for at least a good ten minutes, looking at her, and wondering what the hell I was doing, not that I had ever been one to listen to anyone else, but Magi must be considered dangerous for a reason...still, I couldn't help but feel like I could relate to her.