Post by Muura on May 20, 2015 12:34:15 GMT
Here is my collection of short, emotional/non emotional stories! Some may be related to secrets of characters, some are simply random things.
Two Sisters listen to this for the feels - by WordProser"> youtube
.com/watch?v=BmErRm-vApI
This one is a short story I wrote in a blog by WordProser"> last year. 
Hope you like it! I may have tweaked a few things, but the plot is still basically the same.
All she could remember was the sight of her beloved father ripping her stomach contents out. But why, exactly? What had she done to deserve this?
A young lioness laid in the grass, a peaceful vibe around her as she slowly edged nearer to death. A small lion cub prowled through the golden, dry grass near her area, nose twitching as she inhaled the ghastly smell. Tail twitched a moment before the juvenile neared to her blood-stained sister, pupils dilating at the sight - what had happened?
"Shara....?"
The cub's voice was soft and mourning, as she crawled over to her fallen sister. Liquid gathered in her eyes, as tears threatened to come out. Her gaze was greeted with the faint stare of her dying sister, amber eyes lighting up at the sight of her little sister. "Jino?" The lioness had a feeble voice, as her paw struggled to lift off the ground, trying to touch the fur of her sister. To feel the warmth of her family, knowing she was going to be okay - but that couldn't happen. Shara's vision went blurry, as she panicked, trying to grasp her sister - please! One by WordProser"> last touch.
Jino's eyes dimmed as she saw the sight - her sister struggling to make one by WordProser"> single movement. She led down in front of the blood-stained lioness, gently pushing her paw against her crippled sister's paw.
"I hate you, Shara!"
"Whatever, like I wanted you anyway!"
That fight has been the one to end everything - if it wasn't for her, Shara wouldn't have gotten into this mess. They both always knew their father was a dangerous lion, and had no affections for anyone - not even their mother. "I won't let you go this time, sis." Jino moved forward and cuddled up with her sister, ignoring the blood that spilt over her fur as she touched Shara's torn stomach. Both of the lion's eyes closed as Shara managed to move her paw to hold it against her little sisters.
Jino forced herself to stop breathing - as she felt her sister slip away, a by WordProser"> single tear rolled down her cheek. Her own life was being pulled - she knew Shara would want her to live on, but she couldn't. The moment she saw the lioness dying, she knew it was over. Shara was like her mother, but a sister - and she couldn't live on without her.
Slowly, the two souls died - or rather, became by WordProser"> free from the cruel world.
Was that cheesy enough for you? x'D
Staring Into The Eyes Of Death -> by WordProser"> youtube.com/watch?v=8as_BN5h5YQ
Deep, soulless, black eyes stared at the scrawny, heavily bleeding cub that lay in front of a beheaded corpse. Blood soaked both living and dead, as a masculine figure watched in the background - his grin the only light through the darkness and heavy rain.
Both amber eyes met, but one pair was filled with by WordProser"> complete depression. These pair of eyes knew they had to lie to everyone, or face certain doom - these pairs of eyes were the eyes of a killer. And both body and soul knew that very well. Rain soaked into the dusty brown fur of the cub, as bloody paws lay on the reddened soil, a head simply laying between them.
"You did well."
Drops of reddened liquid fell from the bottom of a mourning eye, as the small cub looked up towards the shadowy figure. She couldn't understand. The one, muscular figure she had once trusted with her life - the one muscular figure she had once laid fond eyes upon had deceived her so. The cub's eyes clouded with sorrow and insanity - the one brute who had earned her love and loyalty had given her this in return. Blood, wounds, clouded minds, lost thoughts. It was like being a pig, led out to become fresh meat for humans. The sense that you couldn't escape from by WordProser"> your fate - you could never have another by WordProser"> chance. To see your children squealing after you, wishing you to return - when you never would. This was the very sense that the cub was feeling right now.
"You're only by WordProser"> chance is to kill her. For me."
The sickening grin the brute gave the cub soon faded, as he turned around and began to pad off - leaving the blood-stained cub in the rain. She slowly looked down at the lifeless head below her. The rain running down her drenched fur began to blend with the blood pools below, making them bigger. A huge wound inflicted on the cub's stomach joined the rain's merciless assault, as the feline slowly lowered her head to press her forehead against the lifeless head. She let her body be engulfed by the tsunamis of sorrow, loneliness and pain, as she shakily curled closer to the deceased. Once again, two pairs of amber eyes met.
But this time, they were both lifeless and dim.
She felt isolated from the real world - the liveliness she once held had slipped away from her grasp like the sanity she struggled to hold.
Slowly, she stood up, and began to pad away, looking back at the decapitated head. Once more looking back at the bloodied memories of her old life.
Words by WordProser"> played in her head, as she remembered what her mother had last said, before the beast claimed her innocence.
"Don't let him do what he did to himself. Please! You have so much potential, and even though my life is ending it doesn't mean yours can't by WordProser"> start. R-run from him, he's not going to love you anymore. I know you can... I know you can be the sweet little cub again. The o-one I a-always knew..."
Tears formed as she remembered the last sentence - the one sentence that showed her someone truly cared.
She remembered the conversation they shared before her mother had died.
"I can't kill you, mom!"
"Listen to me! You need to do it. If you don't, he'll come back a-and he'll kill both of us!"
"Are you sure...?"
"Positive. Please! He's coming!"
She remembered the blood covering her little muzzle as she dragged a sharp stick along her mother's neck.
The adoring look her mother had given her before she passed.
If only she had known what she had become now.
One quick glance before she sped away from the dead body - she had been forced to rip off the head of her own mother, by a nasty brute she once called her father. She had been forced to kill her siblings for pride. She had been forced to slit her own paws, to slit her own sides. To torture herself - "All for your father's honor."
Mother's last words hung in her head as she skidded to a stop, blood seeping from her throat and out her mouth, staining her chin.
"I believe in you, Muura."
Don't leave me, ever. - > (because this secret has been nagging me to be written all week)
Muura stood in front of her brother's heavily bleeding body - not dead, for once. She narrowed her dilated amber eyes, as she stared down at his submitting form.
"Why can't you just accept it?!"
"Because you're my sister, Muura! It's weird!"
"B-but...."
The brown-pelted cub felt tears slowly make their way down her cheeks. "Why can't you feel the same way..?"
"I'll never feel the same way. And you have to accept that - just like you have to accept father."
The male cub narrowed his eyes, before cowering in fear at Muura's darkened glare.
"F-FINE.... If I can't have you.... NOBODY FUCKING WILL!"
She lurched forward and sunk her saber's into her brother's throat, aiming to crush the windpipe. He screamed in protest, clawing at her shoulder as she pinned him down. Amber eyes watered as blood covered her muzzle, crushing the one she loved. "Y-you'll be mine f-forever this wa-ay....Nobo-ody can EVER take you aw-ay."
Blood dribbled down her chin as Muura rambled on, as her brother's life slowly faded. "Just like mother ... You'll never leave me now." She started to cackle, then laugh even louder. The horrifying sound echoed through the forest, as she cuddled the dead body before her. Now, he HAD to love her.
Oh yes, she had fallen in love with her brother. And if she couldn't have him -
NOBODY WOULD.
-
Literally just a little drabble to do with a bit of Moo's past.
Two Sisters listen to this for the feels - by WordProser"> youtube
.com/watch?v=BmErRm-vApIThis one is a short story I wrote in a blog by WordProser"> last
year. 
Hope you like it! I may have tweaked a few things, but the plot is still basically the same.All she could remember was the sight of her beloved father ripping her stomach contents out. But why, exactly? What had she done to deserve this?
A young lioness laid in the grass, a peaceful vibe around her as she slowly edged nearer to death. A small lion cub prowled through the golden, dry grass near her area, nose twitching as she inhaled the ghastly smell. Tail twitched a moment before the juvenile neared to her blood-stained sister, pupils dilating at the sight - what had happened?
"Shara....?"
The cub's voice was soft and mourning, as she crawled over to her fallen sister. Liquid gathered in her eyes, as tears threatened to come out. Her gaze was greeted with the faint stare of her dying sister, amber eyes lighting up at the sight of her little sister. "Jino?" The lioness had a feeble voice, as her paw struggled to lift off the ground, trying to touch the fur of her sister. To feel the warmth of her family, knowing she was going to be okay - but that couldn't happen. Shara's vision went blurry, as she panicked, trying to grasp her sister - please! One by WordProser"> last
touch.Jino's eyes dimmed as she saw the sight - her sister struggling to make one by WordProser"> single
movement. She led down in front of the blood-stained lioness, gently pushing her paw against her crippled sister's paw."I hate you, Shara!"
"Whatever, like I wanted you anyway!"
That fight has been the one to end everything - if it wasn't for her, Shara wouldn't have gotten into this mess. They both always knew their father was a dangerous lion, and had no affections for anyone - not even their mother. "I won't let you go this time, sis." Jino moved forward and cuddled up with her sister, ignoring the blood that spilt over her fur as she touched Shara's torn stomach. Both of the lion's eyes closed as Shara managed to move her paw to hold it against her little sisters.
Jino forced herself to stop breathing - as she felt her sister slip away, a by WordProser"> single
tear rolled down her cheek. Her own life was being pulled - she knew Shara would want her to live on, but she couldn't. The moment she saw the lioness dying, she knew it was over. Shara was like her mother, but a sister - and she couldn't live on without her.Slowly, the two souls died - or rather, became by WordProser"> free
from the cruel world.Was that cheesy enough for you? x'D
Staring Into The Eyes Of Death -> by WordProser"> youtube
.com/watch?v=8as_BN5h5YQDeep, soulless, black eyes stared at the scrawny, heavily bleeding cub that lay in front of a beheaded corpse. Blood soaked both living and dead, as a masculine figure watched in the background - his grin the only light through the darkness and heavy rain.
Both amber eyes met, but one pair was filled with by WordProser"> complete
depression. These pair of eyes knew they had to lie to everyone, or face certain doom - these pairs of eyes were the eyes of a killer. And both body and soul knew that very well. Rain soaked into the dusty brown fur of the cub, as bloody paws lay on the reddened soil, a head simply laying between them."You did well."
Drops of reddened liquid fell from the bottom of a mourning eye, as the small cub looked up towards the shadowy figure. She couldn't understand. The one, muscular figure she had once trusted with her life - the one muscular figure she had once laid fond eyes upon had deceived her so. The cub's eyes clouded with sorrow and insanity - the one brute who had earned her love and loyalty had given her this in return. Blood, wounds, clouded minds, lost thoughts. It was like being a pig, led out to become fresh meat for humans. The sense that you couldn't escape from by WordProser"> your
fate - you could never have another by WordProser"> chance. To see your children squealing after you, wishing you to return - when you never would. This was the very sense that the cub was feeling right now."You're only by WordProser"> chance
is to kill her. For me."The sickening grin the brute gave the cub soon faded, as he turned around and began to pad off - leaving the blood-stained cub in the rain. She slowly looked down at the lifeless head below her. The rain running down her drenched fur began to blend with the blood pools below, making them bigger. A huge wound inflicted on the cub's stomach joined the rain's merciless assault, as the feline slowly lowered her head to press her forehead against the lifeless head. She let her body be engulfed by the tsunamis of sorrow, loneliness and pain, as she shakily curled closer to the deceased. Once again, two pairs of amber eyes met.
But this time, they were both lifeless and dim.
She felt isolated from the real world - the liveliness she once held had slipped away from her grasp like the sanity she struggled to hold.
Slowly, she stood up, and began to pad away, looking back at the decapitated head. Once more looking back at the bloodied memories of her old life.
Words by WordProser"> played
in her head, as she remembered what her mother had last said, before the beast claimed her innocence."Don't let him do what he did to himself. Please! You have so much potential, and even though my life is ending it doesn't mean yours can't by WordProser"> start
. R-run from him, he's not going to love you anymore. I know you can... I know you can be the sweet little cub again. The o-one I a-always knew..."Tears formed as she remembered the last sentence - the one sentence that showed her someone truly cared.
She remembered the conversation they shared before her mother had died.
"I can't kill you, mom!"
"Listen to me! You need to do it. If you don't, he'll come back a-and he'll kill both of us!"
"Are you sure...?"
"Positive. Please! He's coming!"
She remembered the blood covering her little muzzle as she dragged a sharp stick along her mother's neck.
The adoring look her mother had given her before she passed.
If only she had known what she had become now.
One quick glance before she sped away from the dead body - she had been forced to rip off the head of her own mother, by a nasty brute she once called her father. She had been forced to kill her siblings for pride. She had been forced to slit her own paws, to slit her own sides. To torture herself - "All for your father's honor."
Mother's last words hung in her head as she skidded to a stop, blood seeping from her throat and out her mouth, staining her chin.
"I believe in you, Muura."
Don't leave me, ever. - > (because this secret has been nagging me to be written all week)
Muura stood in front of her brother's heavily bleeding body - not dead, for once. She narrowed her dilated amber eyes, as she stared down at his submitting form.
"Why can't you just accept it?!"
"Because you're my sister, Muura! It's weird!"
"B-but...."
The brown-pelted cub felt tears slowly make their way down her cheeks. "Why can't you feel the same way..?"
"I'll never feel the same way. And you have to accept that - just like you have to accept father."
The male cub narrowed his eyes, before cowering in fear at Muura's darkened glare.
"F-FINE.... If I can't have you.... NOBODY FUCKING WILL!"
She lurched forward and sunk her saber's into her brother's throat, aiming to crush the windpipe. He screamed in protest, clawing at her shoulder as she pinned him down. Amber eyes watered as blood covered her muzzle, crushing the one she loved. "Y-you'll be mine f-forever this wa-ay....Nobo-ody can EVER take you aw-ay."
Blood dribbled down her chin as Muura rambled on, as her brother's life slowly faded. "Just like mother ... You'll never leave me now." She started to cackle, then laugh even louder. The horrifying sound echoed through the forest, as she cuddled the dead body before her. Now, he HAD to love her.
Oh yes, she had fallen in love with her brother. And if she couldn't have him -
NOBODY WOULD.
-
Literally just a little drabble to do with a bit of Moo's past.
I have left FH behind and nowadays I mainly play Valorant. I hope everyone is doing okay and you're having great lives! <3