Thundercats
The sun was just setting over a large ploughed field a young woman wiped her striped hands on her skirt she had ploughed this field very year since she was big enough to reach the handles of the old wooden plough. Finishing she headed for a run down house she called home, but it was merely an inn where every one came. Entering she smiled seeing several people there already she had learned from an early age she was not like them, her body slender and sleek, her hair striped in two colours, her strength more than the people she lived with and her voice like that of something from another world. She moved to stand behind a small bar with a rather large man who smiled at her.
" all done father " she said even though his hair was black as ebony and his eyes blue as the summer sky hers stood yellow like the golden corn that would soon grow in the fields around their home. She began poring drinks for the men and women who came to see her.
" sing Tirana, sing" Shouted one man, an old man who had come more than once, she smiled and shook her head politely.
" I'm sorry I am tired tonight" she said but others insisted she sing, glancing at her father she smiled and moved out from behind the bar as the music began to play.
Several meters down the long dusty winding road four travellers walked towards the inn. One a large man with fiery red hair carrying a sword, the other man muscular and striped, just in front ran two smaller figures each giggling like two children.
" lets go in that inn they might have food " one said to the larger man who for a moment was going to tell them no but his own stomach ached for food and he nodded that he too was hungry. Both yelped in delight but stopped as they heard singing from inside the Inn. The striped man seemed delighted to hear it and quickened his walk taking the handle of the door he opened it quietly and stepped inside pausing as he heard the singing like a sirens song puling him in.
"Welcome stranger come in and warm your self , I am Jared how may I help you, food warmth a bed for the night maybe" he said seeing the others walk in behind him.
"I'm Tigra this is Lion'O , wily kit and cat, Who is that?" he asked looking at the young woman who now danced in a crowd of men and women in the centre of the room.
"That is Tirana, she came to my wife and I as a baby and we have raised her as our own." he said poring two drinks and two cups of warm juice for the younger children smiling as he did. Finishing her song and dance she moved to behind the bar her eyes watching the new comers who one looked as she did. Tirana moved to behind her father watching the striped man as she did." so will you be needing a room? I have one, its got three beds in it I am afraid, but I'm sure the young ones won't mind bunking together" he smiled handing them a key " second room on the right" he said noting behind them how the In was now emptying out , Tirana moved to the door and locked it behind the last man then moved to sit in front of the open fire pit listening to the quiet around her.