Okay, this is just a little thought that I came up with... my pal Ari
is leaving today and she wants a whole stack of stories when she comes back
so I have to get started and I thought I would do something a little
different and include one of my favorite bands and some of my pals along
with it... put them in a big bowl, add some salt, dust and a table spoon of
Salvatore and what do ya get? A REALLY paranoid Jonathan Davis and a REALLY
happy pal named Ashley *munky!*... So might as well get the show on the
road here! Bonna patite! (as you might notice, French is NOT my language so
work with me here.)
The sun slowly rises over the horizen and the people of Calimport slowly rise out of their beds to go on with another sweltering day of doing whatever it is they do. While the creatures of its night retreat to their hiding spots in wait for another night of blood thristy killing to comence. The streets start to cloud with dust as the morning dew evaporates and the crowds come out to see what the merchants have for their wares.
While the assains and higher thieves have gone to rest, the younger generations come out to practice their skills at life. A cut purse here, a stolen melon or trinket there. Street urcines out scavenging for a meal, or out gathering information for ruling guilds. Whatever information was needed, the orphan children of the streets were the ones to garner it from. They were cheap and easy to control, the perfect way to get ahead in life.
*****
"Munky... Munky, get uuuup...." A small male brunett with silver eyes peared out from his nest of blankets and gruffly shoved the limp form next to him.
"I don' wannaaaa." The naked form half hidden under the thin blanket turned and huddled closer to his companion on the other side. Just then, a strong beam of light pretruded into the dark basement from a small window, dust and bits of rock falling from the cealing and a loud banging started at the door above on the ground floor. A large portion of stone hit one of the four mounds and a sleepy dark skinned 13 year old appeared out from under his blanket, rubbing his tender black curls.
"Owwww, why does every time them stupid merchants come knocking about I get hit wit some'in'?" scratching his head, Reggie stood up and shook the rubble off him. Behind him, the naked and half naked forms of Munky, David and Head stirred and rose to thier feet, yawning and stretching.
"Nmmmm.... why do we have to get up so early?" David's question was answered by a loud rumbling from the four's stomaches, followed by a series of moans and more stretches. Walking over to a small pile of random clothing a few feet from the beds, Reggie started digging around for his pick of the garments.
"Come on guys, we got work to do, plus we have to get that stuff that the were-rat guild wanted... whatever it was." He put on a small red tunic and turned about to see his three fellow comrades staring at him critically. Each one with a bushy little eyebrow raised at him. "What? "
The three looked at him for a moment longer and shook their heads.
"Nothing Reggie, come on guys, let's get dressed." Head dove into the pile next and came out with his favorite shirt, a big and baggy grey tunic with faded green markings on the sleeves and around the collar.
As the other two were finding their outfits for the day, Head went about the task of trying to brush his long brunette tresses. Standing infront of a piece of broken mirror that he had stolen himself from one of the brothels on the other side of town, he carfully brushed the dirty strands until they fell neatly into place. Carefully he tied them back with the string that was used to tie the collar of the tunic.
"You know Head, you could always go back to Rachel. She'd give you a home and work to do at the brothel." Head looked at his reflection in the polished glass and turned to face Reggie.
"No, i've tried telling you before Reg, I can't go back to her. They wouldn't allow it." He turned back and gave a final nod to himself. "Ok,let's go. I'm starving." He turned back around to see the motly crew behind him. He sighed and they headed out the trap door and into the allyway outside.
*****
A cart flew by, dust clouds rose and the four orphans choked for a moment and then started to form their plans for breakfast.
"I say we hit the baker's today. Old Shock's always really busy at this time of day." Munky waited for David's almost daily complants about breakfast but they didn't come. Munky looked to see what he was doing but found the 8 year old staring at a fancy carriage slowly making it's way through the filthy reeking streets. It stood out against the adobe buildings around it like a white rose petal to red wine. Soon enough all four of them were staring at it, along with about 200 other people.
"Hey Reggie, who is that?" David stood next to him asking.
"How in the nine hells should I know?" He kept staring at the carriage as it made its way down the street. Before it turned the corner, a boy of about 12 peeked out of the back window with a tired and saddened look on his olive complected face, long strands of coarse black hair falling of his shoulders.
The four boys stood there for a moment longer. They had all seen that boy and that strange unsettling look in his eyes. Reggie shook himself from the daze that had come over him and signaled to the rest that time was wasting if they still wanted to eat.
*****
Jonathan sat silently in his corner of the carriage, his eyes downcast and hands wrapped around his knees. Across from him sat an elder woman. Her beautiful serene blue eyes looking upon him and taking him in with concern. Gently she reached out a graceful hand to pull a lock of hair from his face and lift it as to look at him.
"Jonathan, it will be alright." She smiled lovingly at him, but he turned away and again, let his head down, his hair blocking his face as a single crystaline tear rolled down his hardened cheek. Not even the Lady Silvery Moon could ease his pain.
*****
Sitting back at thier basement abode, the four boys ate thier breakfast/only likely meal for the day, in relative silence. An unexpected sandstorm had come about and they were stuck inside, trying to amuse themselves, or at lest find a way to get the information that the wererats needed on the Abdula Guild.
Sitting in a circle nestled on top of their blankets, the four tried coming up with any ideas as to: one, why the wererats wanted to know of the Abdula Guild and two, what the reeking lythrocamps were going to do to them if they couldn't get the right information. and none of them really felt like answering that question.
*****
The sun slowly rises over the horizen and the people of Calimport slowly rise out of their beds to go on with another sweltering day of doing whatever it is they do. While the creatures of its night retreat to their hiding spots in wait for another night of blood thristy killing to comence. The streets start to cloud with dust as the morning dew evaporates and the crowds come out to see what the merchants have for their wares.
While the assains and higher thieves have gone to rest, the younger generations come out to practice their skills at life. A cut purse here, a stolen melon or trinket there. Street urcines out scavenging for a meal, or out gathering information for ruling guilds. Whatever information was needed, the orphan children of the streets were the ones to garner it from. They were cheap and easy to control, the perfect way to get ahead in life.
*****
"Munky... Munky, get uuuup...." A small male brunett with silver eyes peared out from his nest of blankets and gruffly shoved the limp form next to him.
"I don' wannaaaa." The naked form half hidden under the thin blanket turned and huddled closer to his companion on the other side. Just then, a strong beam of light pretruded into the dark basement from a small window, dust and bits of rock falling from the cealing and a loud banging started at the door above on the ground floor. A large portion of stone hit one of the four mounds and a sleepy dark skinned 13 year old appeared out from under his blanket, rubbing his tender black curls.
"Owwww, why does every time them stupid merchants come knocking about I get hit wit some'in'?" scratching his head, Reggie stood up and shook the rubble off him. Behind him, the naked and half naked forms of Munky, David and Head stirred and rose to thier feet, yawning and stretching.
"Nmmmm.... why do we have to get up so early?" David's question was answered by a loud rumbling from the four's stomaches, followed by a series of moans and more stretches. Walking over to a small pile of random clothing a few feet from the beds, Reggie started digging around for his pick of the garments.
"Come on guys, we got work to do, plus we have to get that stuff that the were-rat guild wanted... whatever it was." He put on a small red tunic and turned about to see his three fellow comrades staring at him critically. Each one with a bushy little eyebrow raised at him. "What? "
The three looked at him for a moment longer and shook their heads.
"Nothing Reggie, come on guys, let's get dressed." Head dove into the pile next and came out with his favorite shirt, a big and baggy grey tunic with faded green markings on the sleeves and around the collar.
As the other two were finding their outfits for the day, Head went about the task of trying to brush his long brunette tresses. Standing infront of a piece of broken mirror that he had stolen himself from one of the brothels on the other side of town, he carfully brushed the dirty strands until they fell neatly into place. Carefully he tied them back with the string that was used to tie the collar of the tunic.
"You know Head, you could always go back to Rachel. She'd give you a home and work to do at the brothel." Head looked at his reflection in the polished glass and turned to face Reggie.
"No, i've tried telling you before Reg, I can't go back to her. They wouldn't allow it." He turned back and gave a final nod to himself. "Ok,let's go. I'm starving." He turned back around to see the motly crew behind him. He sighed and they headed out the trap door and into the allyway outside.
*****
A cart flew by, dust clouds rose and the four orphans choked for a moment and then started to form their plans for breakfast.
"I say we hit the baker's today. Old Shock's always really busy at this time of day." Munky waited for David's almost daily complants about breakfast but they didn't come. Munky looked to see what he was doing but found the 8 year old staring at a fancy carriage slowly making it's way through the filthy reeking streets. It stood out against the adobe buildings around it like a white rose petal to red wine. Soon enough all four of them were staring at it, along with about 200 other people.
"Hey Reggie, who is that?" David stood next to him asking.
"How in the nine hells should I know?" He kept staring at the carriage as it made its way down the street. Before it turned the corner, a boy of about 12 peeked out of the back window with a tired and saddened look on his olive complected face, long strands of coarse black hair falling of his shoulders.
The four boys stood there for a moment longer. They had all seen that boy and that strange unsettling look in his eyes. Reggie shook himself from the daze that had come over him and signaled to the rest that time was wasting if they still wanted to eat.
*****
Jonathan sat silently in his corner of the carriage, his eyes downcast and hands wrapped around his knees. Across from him sat an elder woman. Her beautiful serene blue eyes looking upon him and taking him in with concern. Gently she reached out a graceful hand to pull a lock of hair from his face and lift it as to look at him.
"Jonathan, it will be alright." She smiled lovingly at him, but he turned away and again, let his head down, his hair blocking his face as a single crystaline tear rolled down his hardened cheek. Not even the Lady Silvery Moon could ease his pain.
*****
Sitting back at thier basement abode, the four boys ate thier breakfast/only likely meal for the day, in relative silence. An unexpected sandstorm had come about and they were stuck inside, trying to amuse themselves, or at lest find a way to get the information that the wererats needed on the Abdula Guild.
Sitting in a circle nestled on top of their blankets, the four tried coming up with any ideas as to: one, why the wererats wanted to know of the Abdula Guild and two, what the reeking lythrocamps were going to do to them if they couldn't get the right information. and none of them really felt like answering that question.
*****