Subject: [KFFDISC] [ANGST]
Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2000 02:25:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Lechuza Tempestade lechuza@herzeleid.net
To: kffdisc@nabiki.com
****** The characters in this story are the creation of someone other than
myself and are copyrighted as such. This is not a concern to me as I do not
hope to gain profit from my writing. I would prefer that you gave credit to me
if you choose to use my writing in any way, shape, or form outside of simple
pleasure-reading, but I can't force you.******
I'll probably get (privately) flamed for this bit, but I can deal. I was in
the middle of watching Episode 16. Sitting here in my Atlantic blue La-Z-Boy
minding my own business, greedily anticipating watching this upstart
rat-bastard calling himself an assassin get it from Kenshin. Then suddenly it
goes into the scene where Toma (a.k.a Rat-Bastard) is standing by the riverbank
preparing for his battle. In a sudden movement, he clips the wings off a bat
with his sword. You see the bat's pain, you hear its scream. I'm a
card-carrying barbecue fanatic and have yet to join PETA, but I will never
sleep the same again. Not unless I get this out of my system. Please bear
with me.
"Furred Lament"
[ANGST]
The summer evenings in my world are beautiful. Every part of my small body
hums with the energy of life, the vibrations of the humans strolling along the
walks and bridges of their city, of the mosquitoes and moths that will make my
dinner. The first cicadas are emerging now, clinging to the rough trunks of
the ancient trees, with velvet-green bodies.
These vibrations are gifts, gifts to me, gifts to my brothers and sisters and
the mate I share my warm, dark cave with. Moonlight shimmers down soothingly
upon my, glinting off the darkness of my fur. Humans fear me, shun me, but in
the darkling, scented glory of tonight I am free.
Abruptly my peace and elation are disturbed. The flock swarms upwards,
downwards, right and left in a flurry of small confused bodies, a staccato of
fearful sonic cries. I follow the bat in front of me, seeking to escape the
danger.
How can such pain exist under such beautiful moonlight? The flash of man-teeth
that seems to be a mere extension of the celestial bodies that had guided me
peacefully cuts through me, and for a bare moment I feel nothing. Then I fall.
How could Kami-sama betray me so? I can still hear my own shrill cry, feel the
partnering cradle of my wings clipped away from me. My gift has been stolen,
or taken from me. Have I sinned somehow? Who will love my mate now that I am
to die?
Where is the gentle, golden-lit hand of Kami-sama now? Why do I continue to
tumble from my place set high in the Heavens? The brutish creature, cloaked in
black, seems content with the damage done. No remorse shows in his small, mean
eyes; no sorrow. The grass is cold but inviting. Some poison burns the wounds
where my wings were severed from my body. Wanting desparately to escape, I
flap the stumps that now make up my limbs. For a moment I hope that death will
come quickly. But another human comes and the man turns away.
There, under the beautiful tree-canopy and moonlight, the furred creature died.
In the circle, the spiralling pattern of stars and mitochondrion that is our
Cosmos, a flame was extinquished. A creature reviled by mankind lost its life
to his cruelty. Bats have been hated by mankind for generation, but I'm
inclined to be skeptical. When was the last time you saw a bat cut a human
walking haplessly by down with a sword?
Thanks. I feel a lot better...
==
-Lechuza Tempestade
Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2000 02:25:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Lechuza Tempestade lechuza@herzeleid.net
To: kffdisc@nabiki.com
****** The characters in this story are the creation of someone other than
myself and are copyrighted as such. This is not a concern to me as I do not
hope to gain profit from my writing. I would prefer that you gave credit to me
if you choose to use my writing in any way, shape, or form outside of simple
pleasure-reading, but I can't force you.******
I'll probably get (privately) flamed for this bit, but I can deal. I was in
the middle of watching Episode 16. Sitting here in my Atlantic blue La-Z-Boy
minding my own business, greedily anticipating watching this upstart
rat-bastard calling himself an assassin get it from Kenshin. Then suddenly it
goes into the scene where Toma (a.k.a Rat-Bastard) is standing by the riverbank
preparing for his battle. In a sudden movement, he clips the wings off a bat
with his sword. You see the bat's pain, you hear its scream. I'm a
card-carrying barbecue fanatic and have yet to join PETA, but I will never
sleep the same again. Not unless I get this out of my system. Please bear
with me.
"Furred Lament"
[ANGST]
The summer evenings in my world are beautiful. Every part of my small body
hums with the energy of life, the vibrations of the humans strolling along the
walks and bridges of their city, of the mosquitoes and moths that will make my
dinner. The first cicadas are emerging now, clinging to the rough trunks of
the ancient trees, with velvet-green bodies.
These vibrations are gifts, gifts to me, gifts to my brothers and sisters and
the mate I share my warm, dark cave with. Moonlight shimmers down soothingly
upon my, glinting off the darkness of my fur. Humans fear me, shun me, but in
the darkling, scented glory of tonight I am free.
Abruptly my peace and elation are disturbed. The flock swarms upwards,
downwards, right and left in a flurry of small confused bodies, a staccato of
fearful sonic cries. I follow the bat in front of me, seeking to escape the
danger.
How can such pain exist under such beautiful moonlight? The flash of man-teeth
that seems to be a mere extension of the celestial bodies that had guided me
peacefully cuts through me, and for a bare moment I feel nothing. Then I fall.
How could Kami-sama betray me so? I can still hear my own shrill cry, feel the
partnering cradle of my wings clipped away from me. My gift has been stolen,
or taken from me. Have I sinned somehow? Who will love my mate now that I am
to die?
Where is the gentle, golden-lit hand of Kami-sama now? Why do I continue to
tumble from my place set high in the Heavens? The brutish creature, cloaked in
black, seems content with the damage done. No remorse shows in his small, mean
eyes; no sorrow. The grass is cold but inviting. Some poison burns the wounds
where my wings were severed from my body. Wanting desparately to escape, I
flap the stumps that now make up my limbs. For a moment I hope that death will
come quickly. But another human comes and the man turns away.
There, under the beautiful tree-canopy and moonlight, the furred creature died.
In the circle, the spiralling pattern of stars and mitochondrion that is our
Cosmos, a flame was extinquished. A creature reviled by mankind lost its life
to his cruelty. Bats have been hated by mankind for generation, but I'm
inclined to be skeptical. When was the last time you saw a bat cut a human
walking haplessly by down with a sword?
Thanks. I feel a lot better...
==
-Lechuza Tempestade