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SpiderMilkshake submitted his story for us to share with the community. Please be sure to visit their page and favorite their work. Link is at the bottom of the description. Enjoy!SpiderMilkshake in his original submission wrote:Chronologically the first in my series of Anthro Vignettes that form a story--this one goes waaaaaay back in the history of the tale.
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Very Old News“Why have they put us in here?” Igwado’s daughter asked him as her tiny thumbclaws clung to the mantle of tan fur draped over his chest. “Daddy, I’m scared.”
“It’ll be alright, Rhokiu.” The camp-chief pulled the shivering batling closer to his torso. His black lips were drawn back into a tight line, tugging at old scar tissue as he swiveled about in the dark enclosure. This place was cut off from the sun, both by walls and sealed above, with no trace of any windows. The barest rays of light shone through cracks beneath several shut and padlocked doors. “They’re not going to hurt us.”
Nothing would stop Rhokiu’s crying, nor the shrieking, cursing, squalling and weeping of the rest of his tribe. Jam-packed into the darkness, megabats of both sexes and all ages struggled for space and sought out their relatives. Igwado only kept himself from contributing to the racket in order to keep the peace. A camp chief could not be seen broken and wrecked in a time like this, even if he’d been separated from the mother of his child.
“Igwado,” the voice of Vesral piped above the din from over his shoulder at the same time as he felt the soft webbed hand light upon it. “A word, please.”
“Where are the other chiefs?”
“They’re here, somewhere.” Vesral’s eyes, luminous orange, could barely be seen glinting in the scant light from the doors, “I found Sozo; he’s right behind me.”
“We can’t find the others in this din,” a gruff voice, Sozo, huffed.
“You were near the waterline when the stingdarts started coming from the trees,” Vesral leaned in. “Did you see anything? What did this?”
“I saw about as much as the others.” Igwado shrugged. “There were too many of ours running around to tell what kind of creatures they were.”
“I think I may have heard your wife, Aeza, over towards the rear corner there,” Sozo shook his head. “Of course, it’s little good with all of us pushed up into this tiny prison. I just thought you’d like to know that she’s there.”
“Momma!”
“It’s alright, Rhokiu, we’ll see her soon.”
It was a harsh, metallic screech. Megabats screeched an echo as they pressed away from the sudden bright of the doorway. The doors disappeared upwards, crawling away like a boa into the trees. In the goldenrod square they left, half a dozen towers of black remained, gangly and beefy arms crossed over the beings’ chests.
“Look.” Vesral’s voice was a harsh whisper, “Their heads… they have no features. They’re like eggs.”
“They look like Megabats.” Igwado said without meaning to.
“They look like demons, you mean!” Sozo hissed.
Rhokiu whimpered, and Igwado hugged her closer with both arms.
The shadow tower beings moved. Bars of dark, shimmery metal slung across their shoulders clinked and rattled against many belts, zippers and buttons adorning the uniform coverings on their bodies. Occasionally, pinpoints of light blinked off their small eyes. More coverings on their heads obscured the majority of the hair that was on them, which appeared to only grow there in any density. The Megabats slowly grew silent out of fear and curiosity, waiting for their eyes to adjust with stoppered breath. Three hundred pairs of eyes stared and waited.
One of the towers jangled more. This one did not carry a metal belted bar. This one’s shoulders were decorated and broad, and he walked towards the cluster of captives with a stiff gait until he was nearly within arm’s length of the front row.
“Attention all you prisoners,” said the blaring voice. The entire room rippled as every fur-covered head ducked and ears shot back in discomfort. “First note for you; make one move outside the line, we’ll fire on you. Real bullets this time, not tranquilizer darts.”
“Second thing for you to understand is you are in the custody of the United States Military operation “Personification”, effective immediately. Do as we say and your quality of life will improve.”
“Do anything else and we’ll put you down.”
Story © SpiderMilkshake
Original Submission Link:http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15433746/
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