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Heart Claws

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The smell of a can of chicken noodle soup always reminds me of Tiac, my love.
You see, it was what he had made for me when we had been in hiding together. We were hiding then because of how our families disliked our relationship. Though I must suppose that their hatred was only rooted to their concern for their offspring in that society. For in Arn, the races did not care for each other.
Arn was a small shadow of city; it had been planned to support more people. Unfortunately, The Founders of Arn (TFA) had not paid nearly enough attention to the location.
Large grassy area with rolling hills, gently dotted by large sycamore trees, or larger bodies stone, made ideal land for us; the felines with wings, Shula. A marshy back-woods a mere sprint from the town was another story. We avoided marshes.
Razi, the winged lizard-swimmers, adored it.
As you may guessed, Razi and Shula do not get along.Tiac is Razi. I resemble a breed that was called 'Cheetah' before: when Tarrea had been Earth. Millions of years ago. Tiac, however, is a bold blue and green Razi. I had always been fond of his fin-flares, which were the pride of every Razi. He had admitted to be quite fond of my black spots, even the ones on my wings, and my straw yellow fur.
School was trial for us. We had immediately known of our feelings for each other. It was disregarding of my raisings that I should feel such emotions for a Razi. He had attempted to push me away from him, even got a Razi girlfriend. Still I pushed to be his.
A month later he was mine. "Vyzyky, will you never be satisfied with another Shula?" he had asked. "No," I had told him. "These burning amber eyes are the ones that hold me heart." he replied then.
We had that exchange behind the mixed church. More conversations followed. He was afraid of being discovered. I only wished we could have started sooner.
My cousins discovered my secret. They told my mother and sire. My parents demanded that I did not continue it.
'It', they called my love for Tiac. They came up with ways to separate us.
Tiac, always methodical, ways to escape.
"The underground tunnels. We could use them. I will bring supplies down slowly. We can live there. We could break free," Tiac told me. I purred in agreement. He knew what to do. I trusted him.
That month flew and swam for me. Tiac so carefully prepared our escape.
At midnight, I flew away my hunt. I left the plains where my family was hunting. I went to the church.
Tiac appeared in the street. His large, webbed feet were wet, from the watery tunnel we were going to use.
"Come now, my love. Come away from their closed faces. Come, my Vyzyky," Tiac had hissed in dramatically loving tones.
I ran to him.

We escaped. He made all sorts of delicious meals from cans. We hid for most of his life. For all that mattered to my heart. My time with him was my life.
He died young. Well, for the Razi eighty-seven is young. He asked that I should should return to Arn. Tell them of our happy years. Yet here, in Arn again, I feel as though my thorn-like claws were clenched into my heart; without my Tiac...
Well, this is the story I wrote in a contest at Conquest 39.... sorta last year.... it was a one hour competition, and this tied for first place!!!! And that seriously surprised me, since I was hoping to score third place! Of course when I went home I sorta took the Vyzyky name and used it in a different story, and sorta one of the Razi, and totally left the rest of this out.... that's Heart Tears, in which Kint the Ravinrog is found, for anyone that should happen to care....
but i finally found it, and so here is my shortest short story, Heart Claws!! enjoy, please, enough people did that it got a first place! ^.^
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