My name is Nobel, Grazia, Amelo, Nobel - But you can call me Grazi (pronounced Gratzi). I don't really know who my parents are, I woke up one day to consciousness being looked after by a feline lady called Trixy, believing she was my mother untill the Wild Beast law, Age of Truth kicked in at 16 and Trixy had to cough up the facts. I was a born human, that much I'd figured out because I was inhumanly fast, and spoke in riddles most of the time. So I was probably half fox, or some other sphynx-like creature. As I can't lie you have to take my word for this, I'm not used to explaining myself so excusemoi if I forget stuff, it's unintentional. I'll try to excuse you if you dont get the riddles, but I most probably won't be successfull. Also, just because I cannot lie doesn't mean I have to tell you everything, I can keep my mouth shut, capiche?
Anyway, I live in this city, Angria, and I'm unemployed. I used to have a job in a tasting house but I sacked that off, It may be reputable, respectable, but I don't like offering myself up as bait to the sleezy filth that crawl in there at unholy hours. I've kept the contact lenses though, I can see all the freaks who've got too rough with a 'dish' once in a while, all the ones so aggressive they're banned from tasting houses, and I can avoid them. Plus, the idea of being a 'dish' for someone else is repulsive.
To be fair, i don't really need a job in Angria, it's all bartering, and I'm a born human. I have the flare of capitalist tendencies of buying and selling and that's why my little stall here took off so well. I set up, swapped Trixy's blanket for a basket, swapped the basket for two sheep skins, one sheep skin became a gold pendant, the other a leather jacket. I swapped the gold pendant for gold pieces in The Wilds and in Angria I had enough to get myself a place to stay. Life is easy, it's interesting too, the things people try and swap, I met a hybrid Lion the other day who tried to barter me his own jaw becaused "powdered Lion jaw is a good luck potion" just to get the shedded lizzard skin i found in the wild. What a character.
Truth is though, I'm fed up of this life, and I'm fed up of unanswered questions. So I'm off sailing to Dimen where the scientists are at. If lucks a good'un I could get myself in a position to discover the fusion of these blasted DNA strands,and maybe how to unwravel this sick world that we live in. Make animals animals, and humans human, didn't you ever wonder why the scientists are all human? The ones who administered the poisonous "life saving" cure never gave it themselves, vaccination procedure innit - testing on animals, Aha, now that's funny.
I spark up a cigarette and lean lazily on my stall watching the hustling filth go buy, a huge Mare trying to manouver her enourmous behind and tail through the small stalls. I arched an eyebrow at her and nearly coughed. I hate smoking, but it's something that pretty much only humans can do, proud of that fact innit. Plus, there's cures for cancer now, it's no biggy.
"Miss."
I look down to my shins, and stood there is an odd looking creature, sort of like a raccoon but with bright intelligent eyes. It reaches around 4"9 and is nervously playing with it's hands and it's ring tail is bobbing behind it. Ah, a lemur, never seen that hybrid before, must be foreign.
"What you interested in kid?" I reply slapping my hands down on either side of the stall. "I got your finest skins around, you're nice china, and maybe even if you got some jewelry I could hook you up with some people who do some great rates on all the fruits of the rainbow, I know you monkey boys love that kinda thing." The fruits of the rainbow is a type of tasting house, the one I despize the most, that recruit humans of different race, stature, weight and thereby - taste, for the pleasure of their clients. Even eye colour and heriatage is particular.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken miss, I merely could not help overhearing you."
"Don't know what you're talking about mate, I haven't said anything, so can I help you or not?"
He wrings his hands again.
"Now you see, you didn't say anything out loud but darling, I inherrited telepathy from his father, and I heard your little sailing plan, I would be honoured to join your crew."
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