Doomed
Title: Doomed
Author: FeistyFox
Rating: K
Character: Raw-centric
Summary: One Shot. He was a Viewer, he should have known better...
This story was inspired by the Tin Man Grand Prix. Enjoy!
Prompt-"See What?"
To finish out our character-centric trend, entries for this round must be centered around our favorite Viewer, Raw. As with last round, gen fic only, please!
Doomed
Looking back he knew where he had gone wrong. He should have seen this coming. He was after all a viewer. But he’d broken the first cardinal rule of his people. Don’t let your own emotions blind you. He’d let his fear rule him and had blundered straight into a trap of his own making. It hadn’t helped that his ability to see the future was his weakest skill.
The Longcoats had surrounded him and captured him in less than a minute. He hadn’t even tried to fight, he’d been afraid of getting hurt. Because even though he hadn’t foreseen this, he could feel a level of hostility radiating off the men that was likely to be turned on him at any moment. He knew himself well enough to know he was no fighter.
So he had let himself get herded into a wagon and waited. There was one thing he was very good at. He was good at being quiet and unobtrusive. Eventually the soldiers stopped watching him. He could sense that they didn’t find him threatening in any way. Which was good. He had been waiting for that. As soon as they fell asleep he gnawed the ropes that bound his paws together and fled as swiftly and silently as he was able.
The witch’s soldiers were many things, but smart they were not. He got away and for the first time since he had been a much younger man he felt a startling measure of victory. For once he had managed to fend for himself without help. He, Raw, had outsmarted five highly trained lackeys. In the predawn light he slowed his pace and let himself bask in his triumph. And once again he broke the rules.
Not thirty minutes later he found himself running for his life from vicious, viewer-eating Papay. And they were faster than him. They were also smarter than the Longcoats. He was herded like a cow to slaughter and even his empathic gift couldn’t help him find an escape route. There were too many and he was surrounded.
He stumbled and felt something heavy and smelly land on his back, driving all the air from his body. His world went black and the only thing he could find to be grateful for was the fact that he could no long feel the fear that overwhelmed him so often. When he woke up he was at first delighted that he was alive. That delight quickly turned to horror as his fur clung to him when he tried to move.
He knew what he was in and he was terrified. He did not want to be eaten. He certainly did not want to be eaten after being slowly and painfully digested in a cocoon. He had been better off with the Longcoats. He began to claw at the stretchy substance in panic. Then somewhere in the distance he felt a glimmer of something unique.
He paused forcing himself to focus on his gift. He sensed an odd, if confused individual that was practically radiating kindness. He hadn’t felt such blind trust in anyone since he was a cub. Latching onto his last hope he began to mewl pathetically and very loudly. He even projected his gift toward the person in hopes that they would feel him and react as their nature would prompt them to.
Then he felt her and knew in that instant that he had made a fatal mistake. He promptly ignored the fact that he was on deaths door already. As she approached he began to cry for another reason entirely. If she let him out he wouldn’t be able to leave her. He felt her innocence and something else beneath the surface that she wasn’t aware of. He liked this human immediately and that too frightened him. The moment his gift touched her he knew he would treasure her. She was worth something; she was on the verge of something. And despite himself, if he didn’t get away soon he would be pulled into it with her.
Light suddenly blinded him as the cocoon was torn open, but he ignored it jumping out of his prison with a roar of false rage. If he scared her perhaps he could get away. Then to his startled horror another human pointed a gun at him and growled a warning. He cowered back having missed the presence of the other two seeing as he was so caught up with the woman. She was gaping at him as if she had never seen anything like him in her life.
Then the Papay were back and he was running again. Pity the jump over the cliff didn’t kill him. Because the moment he took her hand and read her he knew he was doomed to follow her no matter what she might lead him into.
Author: FeistyFox
Rating: K
Character: Raw-centric
Summary: One Shot. He was a Viewer, he should have known better...
This story was inspired by the Tin Man Grand Prix. Enjoy!
Prompt-"See What?"
To finish out our character-centric trend, entries for this round must be centered around our favorite Viewer, Raw. As with last round, gen fic only, please!
Doomed
Looking back he knew where he had gone wrong. He should have seen this coming. He was after all a viewer. But he’d broken the first cardinal rule of his people. Don’t let your own emotions blind you. He’d let his fear rule him and had blundered straight into a trap of his own making. It hadn’t helped that his ability to see the future was his weakest skill.
The Longcoats had surrounded him and captured him in less than a minute. He hadn’t even tried to fight, he’d been afraid of getting hurt. Because even though he hadn’t foreseen this, he could feel a level of hostility radiating off the men that was likely to be turned on him at any moment. He knew himself well enough to know he was no fighter.
So he had let himself get herded into a wagon and waited. There was one thing he was very good at. He was good at being quiet and unobtrusive. Eventually the soldiers stopped watching him. He could sense that they didn’t find him threatening in any way. Which was good. He had been waiting for that. As soon as they fell asleep he gnawed the ropes that bound his paws together and fled as swiftly and silently as he was able.
The witch’s soldiers were many things, but smart they were not. He got away and for the first time since he had been a much younger man he felt a startling measure of victory. For once he had managed to fend for himself without help. He, Raw, had outsmarted five highly trained lackeys. In the predawn light he slowed his pace and let himself bask in his triumph. And once again he broke the rules.
Not thirty minutes later he found himself running for his life from vicious, viewer-eating Papay. And they were faster than him. They were also smarter than the Longcoats. He was herded like a cow to slaughter and even his empathic gift couldn’t help him find an escape route. There were too many and he was surrounded.
He stumbled and felt something heavy and smelly land on his back, driving all the air from his body. His world went black and the only thing he could find to be grateful for was the fact that he could no long feel the fear that overwhelmed him so often. When he woke up he was at first delighted that he was alive. That delight quickly turned to horror as his fur clung to him when he tried to move.
He knew what he was in and he was terrified. He did not want to be eaten. He certainly did not want to be eaten after being slowly and painfully digested in a cocoon. He had been better off with the Longcoats. He began to claw at the stretchy substance in panic. Then somewhere in the distance he felt a glimmer of something unique.
He paused forcing himself to focus on his gift. He sensed an odd, if confused individual that was practically radiating kindness. He hadn’t felt such blind trust in anyone since he was a cub. Latching onto his last hope he began to mewl pathetically and very loudly. He even projected his gift toward the person in hopes that they would feel him and react as their nature would prompt them to.
Then he felt her and knew in that instant that he had made a fatal mistake. He promptly ignored the fact that he was on deaths door already. As she approached he began to cry for another reason entirely. If she let him out he wouldn’t be able to leave her. He felt her innocence and something else beneath the surface that she wasn’t aware of. He liked this human immediately and that too frightened him. The moment his gift touched her he knew he would treasure her. She was worth something; she was on the verge of something. And despite himself, if he didn’t get away soon he would be pulled into it with her.
Light suddenly blinded him as the cocoon was torn open, but he ignored it jumping out of his prison with a roar of false rage. If he scared her perhaps he could get away. Then to his startled horror another human pointed a gun at him and growled a warning. He cowered back having missed the presence of the other two seeing as he was so caught up with the woman. She was gaping at him as if she had never seen anything like him in her life.
Then the Papay were back and he was running again. Pity the jump over the cliff didn’t kill him. Because the moment he took her hand and read her he knew he was doomed to follow her no matter what she might lead him into.