--Fall 60th 509AV--
Such an amazing city... Rabbit thought as he loped through the streets of the Southern quarter. He gazed endlessly at the beautiful stone walls, marvelling at their color. He’d been in Nyka for a little less than a year, and he was still surprised by the various things there. The architecture was completely bland, but the material was just marvelous. A shiny grey, with light pink undertones, it made the city shine in the late afternoon light. Along the walls, the symbol of a wheat stalk was painted, and there were many banners hanging from various windows and walls with the same design. It amazed the Pycon how much each quarter represented it’s Celesial, and how even the people who lived in that particular quarter were like the god as well. Here, the few people he had come across were very family oriented, and a lot more caring than say, those to the east. Rabbit himself lived in the north, where he could more easily make his meager living fighting others. Now though, there were no people around in the slightest, which didn’t phase the Pycon. He was quite content to wander around alone, with the sunset, and feeling particularly poetic. Basking in the beauty of the city and his own mind, he quickly began to create poems of sorts, which he personally thought were excellent, though a voice in the back of his head insisted that they were terrible. He stubbornly ignored this voice, and continued on his personal quest.
The Sunset lies on the horizon
Reflecting off the pearly stone
How my eyes marvel at it’s creation
Something made by not human hands alone
This one reflected Rabbit’s feelings perfectly, and he thought it quite good. He ran over the thought that he could buy some writing materials, then write it down but... no, he’d never learnt to write. He could read, and guessed he could copy things, but it would still be terrible. He sighed, resigned to created poetry in his head. He continued loping at a steady pace through the streets, not really paying any attention to where he was headed.
In Winter there is snow
In Spring there is rain
In summer....
The Pycon screeched to a halt, forcing his paws down on the ground to stop as fast as possible. When his movement finally finished, he found his nose centimeters away from stone wall before him. That had been close... very close... Rabbit shook his head and backed up a foot, then proceeded to glare at the dead end before him. It had interrupted his magnificent poetry, which annoyed him hugely. This stalemate of sorts continued for quite a while until the Pycon overheard a strange noise behind him. He froze, just like a real rabbit would, and waited to hear more, to figure out what the danger really was... The noise resounded again, slightly odd, until Rabbit finally recognized the noise: drunken laughter. Turning around slowly, the creature found his only exit mostly blocked by a wide, heavy man who was quite obviously intoxicated. Rabbit glared at the person before him, equally annoyed with the interruption, until just at that moment his sensibility came back. Oh petch... The Pycon didn’t really want to get into a fight at the moment, but it seemed inevitable and he sighed.
Rabbit removed the whip from his back and held it in both paws, coiled. He spread his feet apart and moved his little arms rapidly, moving it to grab onto the man’s leg. He wrenched his arms back, pulling on the whip with all his might and sent his opponent tumbling to the ground. Using the man’s prone state to his advantage, the Pycon used all the force in his legs to push him as far away from the man as possible as fast as possible. Just as he was passing the form though, an arm stretched out and he ran full into it, sent into an unintentional flip through the air, until he landed a meter away on his side, out of breath. The man began to heave himself up, swearing profoundly at the Pycon, and began to move towards the little creature. Just before he arrived though, Rabbit finally found the energy to keep moving, and with the speed only a rabbit could have, jumped up and sprinted away, exhausted from this little encounter. He continued running at top speed for quite a while, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he tried to run even faster. He had to get away from there!! Finally, after maybe ten minutes of straight running, he collapsed in the middle of the ground, exhausted from the action. He was never going to lose focus like that again. His poetry forgotten, Rabbit lay in the middle of a small, abandoned street, chest heaving. He stayed there for quite a while, with the creature paying a little more attention (but not that much) to his surroundings. His energy slowly rebuilt itself, but at the same time, the sun slowly set. The Pycon began to get a strange foreboding feeling, which he didn’t like. He shook his head, annoyed, and started to lift his body from the ground, feeling very heavy, forcing himself to continue on home. It was practically on the opposite side of the city, so it would take him awhile to get back...
Then the foot came, a loud, hard smack to the exhausted creature’s side, sending him flying again into the wall. This time at least, Rabbit was able to twist his body in mid air and land on his feet, but he still hit the brick with quite a bit of force. He looked at his attacker, ready to fight again, but only spotted a monk slowly walking away, laughing. Listening hard, he could barely hear two words:
“...Night!....Aperture....” After those, more laughter followed, and the brown figure moved away from Rabbit’s frightful stares. Night? Aperture? What about them? The Pycon was confused to an extreme, not understanding the pair of words, but getting a scary feeling from them. After several minutes of racking his brain, the answer finally dawned on him. Night was falling, and... things... would come from the Aperture. He’d heard all the horrible stories about wandering around after dark many times, but they’d only come back to him now. Why hadn’t he noticed earlier. He was a little Pycon, stuck far from home at night, in a city of strange, horrible things. His panic rose, and Rabbit began to look around, horrified. The beautiful city had suddenly turned into a monstrous death trap, full of danger and the unknown. Realizing that he had to return back home, he began sprinting in the direction he thought was north, but couldn’t be sure. In this state of panic, everything seemed muddled, but at least his exhaustion had disappeared entirely. He now ran at high speed through the abandoned streets of this city, his eyes wide in fear, senses alert. He had to get home... that was the only thought that ran through the head of the Pycon. |
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by Rabbit on April 7th, 2013, 1:11 pm 