AN: Welcome, welcome, one and all! I'd bore you with the usual, "hey i don't own this and such" but that is obvious. I will, however, suggest you go and read Twitch, by Schrodinger's Zombie, who inspired me to actually write again. I do have two previous stories which i wrote...two years or so ago, they are horrible, don't touch them. The updates on this may go fast, depends on if I'm inspired. You can assist by reviewing and giving me a honest opinion. I won't ask for a follow or favorite that's up to you, dear reader. If you wish to see more, please, by all means! it will update quite a lot.
AN: Stupid line breaks didn't work, i made a edit.
The Beast of Burden: Chapter 1: The Day in the Life of a Beast
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
It awoke, the sound becoming unbearable. it rose from its bed, a clump of clothing it had taken here and there, snatching the warm clothing from clotheslines and other places, and slowly lumbered into the back of the cave as it slowly awakens from the stupor of sleep. it Stops, methodically looking about, and listens.
Drip.
Drip.
It snarled at the sound and looked for the source, it's eyes adjusting to the darkness. It spots a leak on the ceiling, a small crack that probably led to some source of water. Said crack was the beast's greatest foe.
Drip.
Drip.
Rising to it's hind legs, it paws at the leak, in a vain attempt to stop the maddening sound. After that did not work, It looked about, and saw a pointy rock sticking from the floor. Using it's massive strength, using it's hairy claws to grip it, It wrenches the rock loose with a loud snap. After eyeing the makeshift plug, it roughly shoves it into the crack, and becomes still.
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It's face took a parody of a smile as it returned to all fours and turned around. It wanted to see the things that it saw when it closed it eyes, the times when it had been smooth and the world had not been changed. But that was many moons ago, and it was very old. As it lay it's head down and begun to slumber, a crack of rock on rock startled it.
Drip Drip.
Drip Drip.
Drip Drip.
It glared into the darkness, and huffed loudly, like a annoyed child. It knew it was not going to sleep tonight.
It eyed the beast, a massive buck which had been grazing on the grass. It smiled to itself, it wasn't one of those creatures that smelt so sweet and hurt it's stomach for days. With a grimace, it decided to never eat one of those again. With surprising speed for a beast so large, it launches itself at the Buck, Grasping it's neck with It's mighty grip.
SNAP!
The Buck goes still and it smiles.
Tonight he can eat.
-It pawed through the wreckage, an old automobile from centuries past, and rummaged about. It spots it's prize, a small piece of metal with a hatch on top. Now It can make the hot stuff that makes things yummy.
It gathers wood and places it into a pile, and begins to toy with the small lighter. It flicks it slowly, patiently.
Flick.
Flick.
Flick.
With a light hiss, the hot stuff formed. It grinned in delight, its massive teeth shining. With much care, It slowly starts the fire, watching it grow. It looks to it's meal, the now skinned buck, minced into slices of bloodied meat. It grabs a study stick and shish-ka-bobs the meat onto it. it carefully cooks the meat, making sure the hot stuff doesn't turn the meal black, or catching it's fur ablaze. It still has a patch a fur missing because of that, and would not like to repeat the event.
It strokes it's own belly, satisfied. It lays back, staring into the sky with a grin on it's face. It decides it needs a new cave. It remembers that a thing that is dead but not lives near, in a massive cave. It grins lazily and decides tommorow it will take the cave. Maybe it won't have any noisy things. and something fluffy to sleep on.
It misses it's days when it's wife was alive. As it falls asleep, the beast's mind drifts to the though of her lovely smile and beautiful eyes.