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Posted on June 27, 2020 at 09:33:31 AM by
R____I____P____K____A____R They put him in the street, like garbage. Ripkar had stalked the night in search of other prey when he'd heard it, the reedy cry of a hungry infant. For a moment he was sure he'd misheard, that his mind was playing a trick on him again. It wouldn't be the first time the familiar cry had reached his ears - no matter how long he lived, no matter how long it had been since she died, he didn't think he'd ever stop starting awake at the imagined sound, a callback to those early days of raising Creature. He'd lay awake at night, listening to ship creak, and worry about her. Whether the afterlife was kind or cruel, whether she was safe, whether she was happy. Whether she looked down on him from wherever she'd gone, and what she would think if she had.
The moment dragged on in silence, but he heard it again just as he lifted his foot to resume walking. He'd turned, strode with purpose down the dark, dank alley. And there, in the dim half-light, he saw something remarkable - a thick, white shelled egg and there, in its shattered remains, a child. Its red, wrinkly face crinkled with the power of its wail, small arms thrashing. And he'd been drawn to it by some powerful, irresistible force - fate, he might have called it if he'd had any thought in his head at the moment. But all he could think of was the child, cold and alone. Like they'd been. He knelt next to the child, picking bits of sticky shell away from its face. A male, he noticed, and for once the realization did not send a pang of annoyance through him. This male wasn't like the others, wasn't dirty or cruel. He removed his shirt, gently bundling the child into it and holding him close against his chest, skin to skin. He pulled his heavy fur cloak tight around them both, turning towards his ship on instinct. The bounty hunter stood in the way, a look of annoyance on his face as he cocked his hip. "That's a halfie or less," he sniffed with distaste. "We should turn it in, probably best for it anyway, ugly little thing." Ripkar didn't stop walking, didn't react to his words or his presence except to skirt him. "Hey, I said-" the man said, a bit more insistently. A thick, rope-like tentacle pooled from the shadows with liquid quickness, yanking back the hand that held Ripkar's sleeve. The man looked unsettled, but his expression was irritated. "Gwythr-" "This is my son," Ripkar said in a quiet monotone. When he looked up, the expression on his face chilled the man to his core. "Repeat it." "What are you talking about, I-" Ripkar walked back towards the man, barely-contained violence oozing from his pores. He stopped when they were nose to nose, face to face. And he breathed it "This is my son. This is my son." The man shuddered, feeling more tentacles wrap around his arm, around his throat. "Alright, fine. Whatever you say, you crazy asshole. Just call off your familiar!" "Hufgufa," he said, in his normal voice. "Retrieve supplies for a child. Take this man with you. Kill him if the need arises." The octopus gestured with one tentacle, disappearing with the man into the darkness. Ripkar gazed down at the baby, who was quiet now. His little lips puckered, his bright blue eyes gazing up at Ripkar in wide-eyed wonder. Ripkar smiled, and the baby smiled back. In the brighter streetlight he could see a patch of wild, untamed red hair. "Your name is Voss," he told the baby, his tone low - almost cooing. He smiled down at the child. "It means Fox. Your name is Voss, and you are my son." And then, careful to support the baby's head, he resumed his journey to the ship. | |
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