A 1000 years ago, it is said, the first Recombinants appeared on Tereathon. Where they came from, how they got here, and why have all been buried in the place of lost things. The first years were hard, many of these animal/human hybrids died, and those who remained existed as best they could. According to the legends -- for only legends remain -- the first inhabitants were not accustomed to life beneath the ground, but finding life on the molten surface of Tereathon impossible, they were forced to burrow beneath the crust and find a way to survive. There, between the molten surface and frozen core of the planet, they found vast, habitable, underground caverns, the continents of Tereathon. All through the earth, veins of lemite course like lightening, crystals luminous in response to Tereathons geomagnetic field, which varies at regular intervals due to the shifting tides of molten rock that rise and fall with the movement of Tereathon around its sun, and Tereathon's moon around its planet.
For generations after the Recombinants' arrival, mere survival was enough, and so much was lost in those first years: knowledge, history, lives. Specially bred plants that grow in the glow of lemite and pure animal stock that feed on the plants were carefully cultivated to populate the Tereathon subterranean continents with wilderness and with wild and domesticated flora and fauna. The surviving Recombinants built a civilization. Technology for traveling through solid earth was perfected, and earthships were constructed to connect continents along shipping routes, and earthmobiles were developed for short-range subterranean travel. Otherwise Tereathon technology is similar to early 20th century Earth, with a few curious exceptions.
"Recombinant" quickly became a term found only in textbooks or used in the vernacular as an insult, due to a negative cultural memory related to the term, though specifics are vague. The hybrids developed a preference instead for the generic "animalian", turning the adjective of their ancestors into the very word of their kind. Differing from the "true animals" that roam Tereathon by their additional human DNA, the animalians are classed according to taxonomic families and adapt taxonomic nomenclature to form "race" names, known as the "hypogenions" or "genons" of animalians: "canians," the canidae (fox, wolf, etc.)/human hybrids; "mustelians," the mustelidae (weasel, badger, etc.)/human hybrids; "sciurians," the sciuridae (squirrel, chipmunk, etc.)/human hybrids; etc. Though generally living together in peace, a kind of racial tension exists throughout Tereathon, especially in regard to the very rarely viable offspring of cross-genon pairing.
This is the world of Tereathon, my home world.
In response to the
FAWriters2.0 February prompt, I wrote a fictional account of a relationship I never had with a delightful sciurian girl I once knew, a story about what might have been if .... well ... that's a different story.
The story is a little long, clocking in at 3600 words, but it is, to me, filled with fun. I hope you think so as well.
For generations after the Recombinants' arrival, mere survival was enough, and so much was lost in those first years: knowledge, history, lives. Specially bred plants that grow in the glow of lemite and pure animal stock that feed on the plants were carefully cultivated to populate the Tereathon subterranean continents with wilderness and with wild and domesticated flora and fauna. The surviving Recombinants built a civilization. Technology for traveling through solid earth was perfected, and earthships were constructed to connect continents along shipping routes, and earthmobiles were developed for short-range subterranean travel. Otherwise Tereathon technology is similar to early 20th century Earth, with a few curious exceptions.
"Recombinant" quickly became a term found only in textbooks or used in the vernacular as an insult, due to a negative cultural memory related to the term, though specifics are vague. The hybrids developed a preference instead for the generic "animalian", turning the adjective of their ancestors into the very word of their kind. Differing from the "true animals" that roam Tereathon by their additional human DNA, the animalians are classed according to taxonomic families and adapt taxonomic nomenclature to form "race" names, known as the "hypogenions" or "genons" of animalians: "canians," the canidae (fox, wolf, etc.)/human hybrids; "mustelians," the mustelidae (weasel, badger, etc.)/human hybrids; "sciurians," the sciuridae (squirrel, chipmunk, etc.)/human hybrids; etc. Though generally living together in peace, a kind of racial tension exists throughout Tereathon, especially in regard to the very rarely viable offspring of cross-genon pairing.
This is the world of Tereathon, my home world.
In response to the
FAWriters2.0 February prompt, I wrote a fictional account of a relationship I never had with a delightful sciurian girl I once knew, a story about what might have been if .... well ... that's a different story.The story is a little long, clocking in at 3600 words, but it is, to me, filled with fun. I hope you think so as well.
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This is great! I love the Sherlock-Holmes swagger you have here and the world you've created. Also "the light sparkled off the crystal, blending with the glittering velvet black backdrop of the picture window that framed her and the table in a composition of radiance that moved Graowf's heart unexpectedly". Such a beautiful moment.
Graowf has a lot of personality and depth given to him, but I'd like to hear a more about Charlie. She's fun and adorable- which shows in moments like when she answers the door. And she is showing her sweet side to the driver when they arrive at the Vault raider pub but I feel like she missing some layer of motivation. So I'm just going to throw a bunch of questions at you:
Is she of the same social class as Graowf?
How does she feel being brought to such an upscale place on their first date? (I think she's nervous, I can see that showing in her discomfort ordering)
How does she feel about the blind date?
What quirk in her personality has her looking for love still (ie why did meddling family members decide that she needed their match making skills too?
What major interest drives her that you can let peek out? Perhaps there is something more than her sparkling attitude that spark's Graowf's interest. like- nervously folding her napkin into an origami crane, or she starts babbling about the history of the architecture or something.
Is she of the same social class as Graowf?
How does she feel being brought to such an upscale place on their first date? (I think she's nervous, I can see that showing in her discomfort ordering)
How does she feel about the blind date?
What quirk in her personality has her looking for love still (ie why did meddling family members decide that she needed their match making skills too?
What major interest drives her that you can let peek out? Perhaps there is something more than her sparkling attitude that spark's Graowf's interest. like- nervously folding her napkin into an origami crane, or she starts babbling about the history of the architecture or something.
Ah, yes, enigmatic little Charli..... This story is her debut appearance outside of a couple of disconnected sketches. I do have a character profile written up on her, but it's not as fleshed out as Graowf's.
Your questions are really, really good ones..... I think I need a FeiOna plushie looking over my shoulder while I write asking questions. I have my crocheted Proxy that's always with me (yes, at my age I still go around with a stuffed fox), but he's more interested in snarky comments than constructive criticism. Walking home from work yesterday I put some music on and said to him, "I'm can't sing with this cold affecting my voice," and you know what his sympathetic reply was? "It doesn't matter, you can't sing even when you don't have cold." He's right, but still ....
Anyway, I assume your questions are rhetorical to point out where I can strengthen her character development and not because you want the answers (though I do know the answers). You are exactly right, and that is very helpful. I need to somehow formulate that into a one-line writing rubric of some sort.
AAND .. that gives me an idea .... a journal entry collecting those little self-tips/rules in one place .... guess what I'm going to do this evening
Your questions are really, really good ones..... I think I need a FeiOna plushie looking over my shoulder while I write asking questions. I have my crocheted Proxy that's always with me (yes, at my age I still go around with a stuffed fox), but he's more interested in snarky comments than constructive criticism. Walking home from work yesterday I put some music on and said to him, "I'm can't sing with this cold affecting my voice," and you know what his sympathetic reply was? "It doesn't matter, you can't sing even when you don't have cold." He's right, but still ....
Anyway, I assume your questions are rhetorical to point out where I can strengthen her character development and not because you want the answers (though I do know the answers). You are exactly right, and that is very helpful. I need to somehow formulate that into a one-line writing rubric of some sort.
AAND .. that gives me an idea .... a journal entry collecting those little self-tips/rules in one place .... guess what I'm going to do this evening
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