Please read.
- Locked due to inactivity on Jan 11, '17 3:54am
Thread Topic: Please read.
-
There once was a girl named Cally. Cally Traphouzer. She was left in a small village at someones doorstep, her mother and father not wanting her as far as she knew. The woman owning the house took her in, only to find out that Cally was a weird hybrid of animals. Part cow, part mouse, part horse, part pig, as well as part rabbit. It baffled the woman, to think that such a being existed. But, over time, she grew attached to the odd being and raised her up as if she was really her own mother. And days when Cally would ask "Mama, why don't you look like me? All the other boys and girls look like their mamas and dadads!", the loving woman would simply reply with "Because you're a special child, Cally. You're unique, and I wouldn't change anything about you." And she'd send Cally back outside to play with the other children.
But the children were not nice to Cally as time went on. "Freak!" They said. "Ugly monster!" They called her. It would send poor Cally running back to mothers house, crying and bawling tears. And every time, the mother would comfort her little Cally. "There there, darling... Don't mind them none..." she'd say, rocking her little girl back and fourth in her rocking chair until she fell asleep in her loving arms.
One day, a new boy appeared in the village. And when he saw the other kids bullying Cally and pushing her down into the dirt, he ran to her side and said "Stop being mean to her, you jerks!" And he would get beaten up as well. Later that day, Cally's mom would get a visit from that same boys mom, upset that her little boy got beat up on his first day because he tried to hang out with some freak show. The Mother wanted nothing to do with the insults to her beloved Cally, so she simply slammed the door in the womans face in disgust before going to tuck Cally in bed.
Needless to say, Cally wasn't allowed to be around the new kid anymore. But as years went by, they'd visit each other in secret and hold hands, kiss, and hug. They were in love, and they knew it.
One day, when they were both old enough to support themselves, the two came up to their parents and told them that they had been secretly meeting for years ever since the day they met. Both mothers were shocked, needless to say. The boy was thrown out of his house, but Callys mother was more accepting of the news. They let Cally's boyfriend stay with them until they had enough money to move out, and things were looking up.
But... One dat, Cally's mother became gravely ill. A rare disease that had been considered terminal. Cally and the boy had tried everything they could to cure the sickness. Praying, medicine, clerics and wandering mystical healers. But it was no use. The condition only got worse and worse, and all they could do was sit there and watch... Until she bit the dust...
They buried her in a field of various orange flowers, her favorite color. Cally had been broken. The one she loved, her only mother, who had cared for her in such rough times of need... Gone... And she could never come back. She slipped into a mental depression. She would hardly eat, move, or talk. And at night, she stayed awake as long as she could to avoid the nightmares of her mother haunting her dreams. "Why didn't you cure me? Why did you let me rot? All you did was watch as I died right in front of you, you ungrateful brat!"
The same phrase repeated in every dream, causing her to cry every night into her pillow and scream as she woke up from them.
One day, though, Cally had decided that she was done being depressed. She was done with never doing anything with her life. Never letting herself enjoy the life her mother died trying to preserve. Her mom wouldn't want her to be like this. She wouldn't be mad at Cally. Not in the slightest. Cally had to stop letting her mind guilt trip herself, and she made a promise to not only her boyfriend, but to herself as well. She had marked this resolve by cutting her hair into a more manly fashion that still looked good on her, with help from her boyfriend of course.
Things had gotten better from there on out. A year later, they married each other and lived happy lives together. Others frowned upon the relationship between an unknown creature and a human, but they didn't let it bother them any. They just needed each other, and that was all.
Years passed after their marriage. They had moved into a new home. They had jobs, taxes, money. They had LIVES. Real, productive and functional lives. It was great.
But it was too good to be true. A group of bandits had ransacked the village at night when the town was on low guard. Cally's husband went out to fight with the other men to fend off the brigand of thieves, and Cally wanted to help, but she just sat hid away after he told her it'd be okay. "I'll be back, I promise, darling." He said.
After waking up under a locked cellar door that she hid herself in, she had realized that the entire village was decimated. Houses were destroyed, hundreds killed... It was terrifying. But what of her husband? What happened to him? She got out of the cellar and looked all over the village for at least a trace of his body, a scent, but... Nothing. She could only assume he had died in the fight, a true soldier at heart.
Eventually, Cally realized that she had stopped agin at the age of 20, meaning she was basically immortal. She could never die of old age. She hated this. She couldn't die. That's all she wanted when her husband died. Death. Pain... something to take the suffering in her heart away... She had a small cottage near a city that had just been developed, but she couldn't afford rent. She needed to pay up or get kicked out. But no one would hire her. So she sunk herself down to being a whore. She would let the locals f--- her, and at first, she hated it. "It's wrong... What if he saw me like this? Like such a slut..." But over time, she accepted it. She became addicted to it. It helped her. The constant sex distracted her from her past. All her loss. The pain, misery, and emotional torment... All gone when some gross old pervert with cash would have his way with her.
She lived her life like this ever since then. To this day, she stays in that same cottage. Alone, dead inside, and washing away the pains with alcohol when she isn't getting f---ed by random strangers. -
Le1F Experiencedtl;dr
-
( Lyle here, I really liked it quite an interesting idea. If you have time could you describe how she would look? I'm just really intrested in how she would look. It was very good, sorry my post isn't really detailed or offer much help, I'm just not good at things like that)
-
In some parts, they lack of description, and besides, the story ends so fast. However, the most important thing is to first describe how Cally looked like, because I've been wondering that while reading throughout the story.
-
Ah, I see how that could be a problem. I've been drawing Cally recently. I've recently been drawing her only with the short haircut, I need to draw her with something more feminine.
This thread is locked, therefore no new posts can be made.
