surskitty
Bug Catcher
- Pronouns
- They
I've been working on an N fic for a while, but it's slow going, so here is an experimental set of a drabble and a half, a drabble, and a half-drabble, for a word-count of 300. Please be gentle.
1 - Zorua
Now that he knows how to hide, all he does is practice and it's really boring. As a fox, he's more important than anyone, but his mother always ditches him with the stupid dogs and the dogs have their mothers right there. They have mothers so much, their mothers feed him every time he whines like they don't even notice he's not a dog.
He's not a dog! He's a fox. He deserves someone who'll keep him company all the time and he doesn't want to wait to lose his tail like mama.
But then his mother brings him a bald monkey and his fur stands straight on end when he realises it's still alive. It's not meat at all!
"This," she says proudly, "is a baby human. You're going to teach it to talk."
Mama, no!
(It turns out monkey paws are good at grooming. He forgives her, eventually.)
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2 - woobat
The shape-thieves stole a human. The story travels with the wind, carried by the cotton lambs, and her fellow sticky-noses like to exaggerate. It's as big as a mountain-eater and twice as deadly, or helpless and nearly prey.
They didn't say it was cute.
"Brother, no," it says, aura blazingly loud, and she listens in fascination as the thief-kit settles down, peaceful. A cotton lamb wiggles closer to the human, and it brushes the lamb's fuzz and lets it go free.
"Me next!" she calls, and she puts her life in its claws.
(It only hurts her when it leaves.)
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3 - Darmanitan
Once upon a time, her clan lived in the forest.
Once upon a time, there was one dragon, not three.
Meditation is useless if you can't follow it with action.
A human who listens is an opportunity.
Not every opportunity comes twice.
(He wakes them up, and they go home.)
1 - Zorua
Now that he knows how to hide, all he does is practice and it's really boring. As a fox, he's more important than anyone, but his mother always ditches him with the stupid dogs and the dogs have their mothers right there. They have mothers so much, their mothers feed him every time he whines like they don't even notice he's not a dog.
He's not a dog! He's a fox. He deserves someone who'll keep him company all the time and he doesn't want to wait to lose his tail like mama.
But then his mother brings him a bald monkey and his fur stands straight on end when he realises it's still alive. It's not meat at all!
"This," she says proudly, "is a baby human. You're going to teach it to talk."
Mama, no!
(It turns out monkey paws are good at grooming. He forgives her, eventually.)
---
2 - woobat
The shape-thieves stole a human. The story travels with the wind, carried by the cotton lambs, and her fellow sticky-noses like to exaggerate. It's as big as a mountain-eater and twice as deadly, or helpless and nearly prey.
They didn't say it was cute.
"Brother, no," it says, aura blazingly loud, and she listens in fascination as the thief-kit settles down, peaceful. A cotton lamb wiggles closer to the human, and it brushes the lamb's fuzz and lets it go free.
"Me next!" she calls, and she puts her life in its claws.
(It only hurts her when it leaves.)
---
3 - Darmanitan
Once upon a time, her clan lived in the forest.
Once upon a time, there was one dragon, not three.
Meditation is useless if you can't follow it with action.
A human who listens is an opportunity.
Not every opportunity comes twice.
(He wakes them up, and they go home.)