Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2014 17:20:03 GMT -6
Devan stood, shocked, at the bottom of the stairs, one step still creaking under his foot as he stopped still, eyes wide and jaw hanging agape. The sleep fell from his eyes in his shock, his oversized sleepclothes hanging from his wiry farmboy's limbs, arms limp at his sides and feet half disembarked from the old, beaten wooden stairs leading up to his room. He didn't even bother shaking the messy shock of red hair from his dull brown eyes, simply frozen where he stood as he stared at his father, and the girl that stood beside him. She was about his age, yes, maybe a bare scratch taller than him, but... she wasn't human like he was. The girl was covered in thick fur from head to toe, black and white like a dog, with a long, slender, canine muzzle pressing out of her skull. He swore he could see a blush under her golden eyes, large and a little watery. She even had floppy ears and a fluffy tail like a dog, ears popping up out of her long brown hair, and occasionally twitching when there was a noise. She reminded him of the sheepdog they used to own. She looked back at him for a while, before shifting on her feet, and looking away, embarassed as she stood beside his father in her simple white shirt and linen skirt.
"Devan." His father's voice snapped the boy back to reality, and he looked up at his father's rugged, bearded, and well-tanned face. His father smiled at him, and his big, scarred hand clapped down on the girl's shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly. He looked down at her, and she met his gaze with a worried, nervous smile. Devan's father nodded, smiling, before he clapped eyes on Devan again. "This, this is your new sister." he told him, as he took his hand off the girl's shoulder, and let her approach Devan, biting her lip and stopping a little in front of him, chest heaving as she attempted to collect herself. "Her name is Jina. And I want you to treat her nicely. She is your sister. Even if she doesn't look like you, she's still a person, she's still your sister." his father said, in a stern, fatherly tone, in no uncertain terms. She smiled a little, looking up at Devan, staring into his eyes. He had to smile back.
"Devan, c'mon, give me the fucking axe!" the Ranger growled, hand outstretched towards Devan. Devan stared down at his hand, before his eyes followed up along the sleeve to the man's helmet face. Then past that, to the scared canine woman cowering behind him, pinned against the tree by his hand.
"No." Devan said simply, hands clenched at his sides, axe hanging from his belt.
"Stop fucking around Devan, not the fucking time, give me the fucking axe so I can gut the bitch." the Ranger ordered, spittle flying from the visor of his helmet. Daven gritted his teeth, as the Ranger shoved him.
"I said, No." Devan hissed, regaining his footing quickly and stepping forwards again. He saw the punch coming, and while he heard the swears and profanities, he paid them no heed. The man stopped being a Ranger in his eyes the moment he slapped the woman, and now he had reason to strike him. Devan's hand whipped up from his waist, and with his palm he whacked the Ranger's wrist, where the bracer and glove met. While it did not cause the man much pain, it sent him wheeling around as all the force he put into the punch was suddenly redirected to his side. It was all too simple then for Devan to grab the man's helmet, rip it off, and punch him in the side of the head. He went down with a muffled swear, crumpling against the tree at the woman's feet.
Devan approached the woman with a sigh, tossing the green and gold helmet into the dirt. "I'm sorry about that." he groaned. "I'm sorry you had to see it, hear it, and get caught up in it, and I only wish I'd done something sooner." he assured her, gently outstretching his hand. The woman was timid, and untrusting at first, not eager to trust him, but his fingers eventually did feel the soft fur covering her body brushing against his skin. He did like the feeling of the russet red fur bristling against his toughened, calloused hands, and he gave her a soft, barely visible smile as he helped her to her feet, watching her gold eyes carefully as they slowly rose to meet his. They reminded him of his sister's. Back when she had them.
"Devan." His father's voice snapped the boy back to reality, and he looked up at his father's rugged, bearded, and well-tanned face. His father smiled at him, and his big, scarred hand clapped down on the girl's shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly. He looked down at her, and she met his gaze with a worried, nervous smile. Devan's father nodded, smiling, before he clapped eyes on Devan again. "This, this is your new sister." he told him, as he took his hand off the girl's shoulder, and let her approach Devan, biting her lip and stopping a little in front of him, chest heaving as she attempted to collect herself. "Her name is Jina. And I want you to treat her nicely. She is your sister. Even if she doesn't look like you, she's still a person, she's still your sister." his father said, in a stern, fatherly tone, in no uncertain terms. She smiled a little, looking up at Devan, staring into his eyes. He had to smile back.
"Devan, c'mon, give me the fucking axe!" the Ranger growled, hand outstretched towards Devan. Devan stared down at his hand, before his eyes followed up along the sleeve to the man's helmet face. Then past that, to the scared canine woman cowering behind him, pinned against the tree by his hand.
"No." Devan said simply, hands clenched at his sides, axe hanging from his belt.
"Stop fucking around Devan, not the fucking time, give me the fucking axe so I can gut the bitch." the Ranger ordered, spittle flying from the visor of his helmet. Daven gritted his teeth, as the Ranger shoved him.
"I said, No." Devan hissed, regaining his footing quickly and stepping forwards again. He saw the punch coming, and while he heard the swears and profanities, he paid them no heed. The man stopped being a Ranger in his eyes the moment he slapped the woman, and now he had reason to strike him. Devan's hand whipped up from his waist, and with his palm he whacked the Ranger's wrist, where the bracer and glove met. While it did not cause the man much pain, it sent him wheeling around as all the force he put into the punch was suddenly redirected to his side. It was all too simple then for Devan to grab the man's helmet, rip it off, and punch him in the side of the head. He went down with a muffled swear, crumpling against the tree at the woman's feet.
Devan approached the woman with a sigh, tossing the green and gold helmet into the dirt. "I'm sorry about that." he groaned. "I'm sorry you had to see it, hear it, and get caught up in it, and I only wish I'd done something sooner." he assured her, gently outstretching his hand. The woman was timid, and untrusting at first, not eager to trust him, but his fingers eventually did feel the soft fur covering her body brushing against his skin. He did like the feeling of the russet red fur bristling against his toughened, calloused hands, and he gave her a soft, barely visible smile as he helped her to her feet, watching her gold eyes carefully as they slowly rose to meet his. They reminded him of his sister's. Back when she had them.