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Mag sighed deeply as he emerged from the gate of the compound occupied by his Company. Another early spring patrol patrol. Mag thought to himself, furrowing his brow as he remembered the grief and loss experienced on a day such as. What new horrors does this hellish conflict have in store today? Whose Karah will I have to bury now. Mag cleared all thoughts from his mind before he could be overwhelmed by another surge of guilt in remembrance of that fateful day. He gestured to Draka to shift the formation into an echelon right, so as to maximize the Patrol’s effective firepower towards the rugged terrain they’d most likely receive an ambush from. Draka nodded in acknowledgement and swiftly relayed the gesture to the remainder of the formation, and upon acknowledgement of the gesture, the formation flowed into position like a stream of green around an invisible stone.
The nascent sun bathed the mountains in a vibrant orange, and the radiant heat of the emerging sun pushed the chilly mountain air to the valley below, releasing a cool breeze onto the patrolling Company. The brisk air refreshed Mag and Draka as they patrolled the outskirts of Bokhdi, easing the discomfort of the burdensome armor they wore.
The patrol had been unusually quiet, devoid of any signs of life or activity, be it military or civilian, in that area. The silence, however, did portend any hidden danger, nor did any threatening air weigh ominously around the patrol. Instead, a sense of serenity filled the valley, and the wind that flowed from the mountains sounded as though nature itself breathed a sigh of relief for the reprieve in the hellacious turmoil within the war torn region.
As the patrol approached the outskirts of Bokhdi, Mag’s ears twitched as he heard a faint voice in the distance. Odd, who on earth would be out here, I’ve never found anything here, there is nothing here that could provide a tactical advantage for an ambush, Mag thought to himself. Curious as to what the source of the voice was, Mag signaled a short halt and direction change, altering the Company’s travel path in the direction of the voice.
“Possible problem sir?” Draka, Mag’s next in Command inquired, uncertain as to why Mag wished to part from the planned route.
“Negative, it is curiosity. I hear a faint voice in that direction,” Mag said indicating with his left hand, pointing with all four fingers extended, “which is odd, considering we are still a ways outside of town, and I want to go investigate it.”
Draka nodded in acknowledgement, “very well sir, I’ll modify the formation to suit the terrain, though this doesn’t seem to hold much of a tactical advantage.” She then began to reorganize the movement formation in the direction of the sound.
As the Company neared the sound of the voice, the faint voice turned into a barely audible tune, one which distinctly resembled a children’s song. As Mag continued to near the source of the voice, syllables and words that went with the tune began to become distinctly understandable.
“Afore da bear neces- itty’s, da simpul bear neces- itty’s, forget about yor worries and yor strive,” the voice sang as Mag drew nearer. As Mag reached a clearing, he discovered the source of the voice to be a small goat kid, likely four to five years in age, swinging a stuffed teddy bear to and fro as he sang the verses to the song.
Mag held up his left palm to halt the unit’s movement, and approached the kid on his own. “Hey there! You here by yourself?” Hearing Mag’s voice, the kid whipped his head in the direction of Mag’s voice, upon seeing him waved excitedly at the assembled Soldiers, and beckoned them over. “Hey mista, come over here, is safe today!”
Puzzled by the kid’s words, Mag turned to Draka, and made a circular gesture with his palm facing downwards. Draka acknowledged the instruction and in short order assumed control of the formation and began to establish perimeter security for the momentary halt.
“Well hi there,” Mag replied warmly to the kid, returning the youngster’s wide smile. “And who might you be?”
“Am Mogi, and I live there,” the kid said pointing in the general direction of the city. “If am up early, mama lets me play before the dirt gets hot”. “I see” Mag replied, continuing to smile warmly, “does your mama know that you come all the way out here to play?”
Mogi’s features drooped as he confessed, “No… mama thinks I play with other kids”, shaking the thought off, Mogi then looked Mag directly in the eyes, “I do not like playing with other kids. They pull my ears and tease me. I like it here, no other kids to pull my ears.”
A feeling of empathy washed through Mag as the kid revealed his reason for being outside, an empathy coated in familiarity with the kid’s plight as the teased kid, as Mag had similarly been the target of the kindergarten bullies at the kid’s age. “What about poppa,” Mag asked, “is he in town, or around to try and help stop the other kids from pulling your ears?”
“No,” Mogi answered, “Mama says that he walks with the fathers before us.” Mogi’s countenance sagged slightly, “And that he won’t be able to come see us anymore.
A sharp pang of realization seared through Mag’s consciousness as it dawned on him that the kid’s father was slain, and that the death of this kid’s father was most likely due to military operations in the area in the past decade. Feelings of guilt began to emerge as Mag cursed at himself as he added Mogi’s father to the ever expanding list of individuals that he was unable to save.
However, before Mag could dwell too deeply on the subject, the kid’s features lit up and he exclaimed, “That’s ok though! Mama got me Bloo, and he takes care of us!”
Mag knelt in front of the kid, gazing intently into the young being’s eyes, demonstrating genuine interest kid’s most prized possession. “I can see that,” Mag replied, “Here you are out on the outskirts of town on your own.”
The kid nodded, “Uh-huh, and he helps me take care of home!” The kid replied excitedly. “He takes care us at night, but he is very sleepy right now, he is very tired at the day.”
“Well,” Mag began, “maybe we can take care of you today so Bloo can get some sleep.” The kid beamed at the suggestion, “Oh, good! He is very tired taking care of us on a lot of days and nights!” Mogi then turned a pleading glance towards Mag, “so while Bloo sleeps, can you take me home?”
Mag smiled warmly at the kid as he took him by the hand. “Yes Mogi, we can do that, let’s take you home.”
END NARRATIVE
This story takes place some time in the future from We Cannot Save Then All (found here http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19634664/ ).
The incredible artwork is by the magnificent
Caraid who aso had some outstanding input in the creation of this, and I've enjoyed watching the process and developing this particular one very much!
I will likely continue to refine the story some, but I am largely happy with where the narrative is, and outside of refining it, I may expand it for it to be a more complete story in the future.
V/R,
Cap Mag.
Mag sighed deeply as he emerged from the gate of the compound occupied by his Company. Another early spring patrol patrol. Mag thought to himself, furrowing his brow as he remembered the grief and loss experienced on a day such as. What new horrors does this hellish conflict have in store today? Whose Karah will I have to bury now. Mag cleared all thoughts from his mind before he could be overwhelmed by another surge of guilt in remembrance of that fateful day. He gestured to Draka to shift the formation into an echelon right, so as to maximize the Patrol’s effective firepower towards the rugged terrain they’d most likely receive an ambush from. Draka nodded in acknowledgement and swiftly relayed the gesture to the remainder of the formation, and upon acknowledgement of the gesture, the formation flowed into position like a stream of green around an invisible stone.
The nascent sun bathed the mountains in a vibrant orange, and the radiant heat of the emerging sun pushed the chilly mountain air to the valley below, releasing a cool breeze onto the patrolling Company. The brisk air refreshed Mag and Draka as they patrolled the outskirts of Bokhdi, easing the discomfort of the burdensome armor they wore.
The patrol had been unusually quiet, devoid of any signs of life or activity, be it military or civilian, in that area. The silence, however, did portend any hidden danger, nor did any threatening air weigh ominously around the patrol. Instead, a sense of serenity filled the valley, and the wind that flowed from the mountains sounded as though nature itself breathed a sigh of relief for the reprieve in the hellacious turmoil within the war torn region.
As the patrol approached the outskirts of Bokhdi, Mag’s ears twitched as he heard a faint voice in the distance. Odd, who on earth would be out here, I’ve never found anything here, there is nothing here that could provide a tactical advantage for an ambush, Mag thought to himself. Curious as to what the source of the voice was, Mag signaled a short halt and direction change, altering the Company’s travel path in the direction of the voice.
“Possible problem sir?” Draka, Mag’s next in Command inquired, uncertain as to why Mag wished to part from the planned route.
“Negative, it is curiosity. I hear a faint voice in that direction,” Mag said indicating with his left hand, pointing with all four fingers extended, “which is odd, considering we are still a ways outside of town, and I want to go investigate it.”
Draka nodded in acknowledgement, “very well sir, I’ll modify the formation to suit the terrain, though this doesn’t seem to hold much of a tactical advantage.” She then began to reorganize the movement formation in the direction of the sound.
As the Company neared the sound of the voice, the faint voice turned into a barely audible tune, one which distinctly resembled a children’s song. As Mag continued to near the source of the voice, syllables and words that went with the tune began to become distinctly understandable.
“Afore da bear neces- itty’s, da simpul bear neces- itty’s, forget about yor worries and yor strive,” the voice sang as Mag drew nearer. As Mag reached a clearing, he discovered the source of the voice to be a small goat kid, likely four to five years in age, swinging a stuffed teddy bear to and fro as he sang the verses to the song.
Mag held up his left palm to halt the unit’s movement, and approached the kid on his own. “Hey there! You here by yourself?” Hearing Mag’s voice, the kid whipped his head in the direction of Mag’s voice, upon seeing him waved excitedly at the assembled Soldiers, and beckoned them over. “Hey mista, come over here, is safe today!”
Puzzled by the kid’s words, Mag turned to Draka, and made a circular gesture with his palm facing downwards. Draka acknowledged the instruction and in short order assumed control of the formation and began to establish perimeter security for the momentary halt.
“Well hi there,” Mag replied warmly to the kid, returning the youngster’s wide smile. “And who might you be?”
“Am Mogi, and I live there,” the kid said pointing in the general direction of the city. “If am up early, mama lets me play before the dirt gets hot”. “I see” Mag replied, continuing to smile warmly, “does your mama know that you come all the way out here to play?”
Mogi’s features drooped as he confessed, “No… mama thinks I play with other kids”, shaking the thought off, Mogi then looked Mag directly in the eyes, “I do not like playing with other kids. They pull my ears and tease me. I like it here, no other kids to pull my ears.”
A feeling of empathy washed through Mag as the kid revealed his reason for being outside, an empathy coated in familiarity with the kid’s plight as the teased kid, as Mag had similarly been the target of the kindergarten bullies at the kid’s age. “What about poppa,” Mag asked, “is he in town, or around to try and help stop the other kids from pulling your ears?”
“No,” Mogi answered, “Mama says that he walks with the fathers before us.” Mogi’s countenance sagged slightly, “And that he won’t be able to come see us anymore.
A sharp pang of realization seared through Mag’s consciousness as it dawned on him that the kid’s father was slain, and that the death of this kid’s father was most likely due to military operations in the area in the past decade. Feelings of guilt began to emerge as Mag cursed at himself as he added Mogi’s father to the ever expanding list of individuals that he was unable to save.
However, before Mag could dwell too deeply on the subject, the kid’s features lit up and he exclaimed, “That’s ok though! Mama got me Bloo, and he takes care of us!”
Mag knelt in front of the kid, gazing intently into the young being’s eyes, demonstrating genuine interest kid’s most prized possession. “I can see that,” Mag replied, “Here you are out on the outskirts of town on your own.”
The kid nodded, “Uh-huh, and he helps me take care of home!” The kid replied excitedly. “He takes care us at night, but he is very sleepy right now, he is very tired at the day.”
“Well,” Mag began, “maybe we can take care of you today so Bloo can get some sleep.” The kid beamed at the suggestion, “Oh, good! He is very tired taking care of us on a lot of days and nights!” Mogi then turned a pleading glance towards Mag, “so while Bloo sleeps, can you take me home?”
Mag smiled warmly at the kid as he took him by the hand. “Yes Mogi, we can do that, let’s take you home.”
END NARRATIVE
This story takes place some time in the future from We Cannot Save Then All (found here http://www.furaffinity.net/view/19634664/ ).
The incredible artwork is by the magnificent
Caraid who aso had some outstanding input in the creation of this, and I've enjoyed watching the process and developing this particular one very much!I will likely continue to refine the story some, but I am largely happy with where the narrative is, and outside of refining it, I may expand it for it to be a more complete story in the future.
V/R,
Cap Mag.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Still Life
Species German Shepherd
Size 1280 x 939px
File Size 683.5 kB
Well, the 11Chuckleheads in the formation have 3,490 meters to work with, so in this particular one they are out of sight XD
And even still, it'd be rather unorthodox for the O-3 and an O-2 in the formation to carry the M-224, even if it is being used in direct fire mode XP
Don't worry, they've got us covered XD
V/R,
Cap Mag.
And even still, it'd be rather unorthodox for the O-3 and an O-2 in the formation to carry the M-224, even if it is being used in direct fire mode XP
Don't worry, they've got us covered XD
V/R,
Cap Mag.
I took a guess at the meaning of this picture over on face book with this comment there: "This is honest art right here. Let me try to break it down a bit:
In for foreground you have a soldier interacting with appears to be a bright eyed kid....but if you look at the dilation of the pupils. the kid's eyes are no wider than the solders. This means the kid is sad and putting on a brave face.
Next you have the soldier himself knelt down and still ready. Yet at the same time trying to ease the kid. his eyes are constricted and his arms are loose. He is taking softer approach to try and calm the child down who has probably had to suffer through a night raid. Considering that the child is awake and so far from the houses, i would likely assume this is early morning when the grass is wet and the water is cool.
Third you have the back ground. Not how there are no figures behind the background soldier. no activity or items or decoration. This kid is the only person out here right now. The kid is all alone.
Lastly look how the eye line of the dragon is duly away from the kid and his posture is facing the opposite direction as to move into the homes. There are other soldiers out of frame working and these are the only 2 who have found a living person. so i would assume that based on who the homes are composed and divided based on the small hill on the left of the picture that the others are just over a small bank off shot."
Soooooo......
In for foreground you have a soldier interacting with appears to be a bright eyed kid....but if you look at the dilation of the pupils. the kid's eyes are no wider than the solders. This means the kid is sad and putting on a brave face.
Next you have the soldier himself knelt down and still ready. Yet at the same time trying to ease the kid. his eyes are constricted and his arms are loose. He is taking softer approach to try and calm the child down who has probably had to suffer through a night raid. Considering that the child is awake and so far from the houses, i would likely assume this is early morning when the grass is wet and the water is cool.
Third you have the back ground. Not how there are no figures behind the background soldier. no activity or items or decoration. This kid is the only person out here right now. The kid is all alone.
Lastly look how the eye line of the dragon is duly away from the kid and his posture is facing the opposite direction as to move into the homes. There are other soldiers out of frame working and these are the only 2 who have found a living person. so i would assume that based on who the homes are composed and divided based on the small hill on the left of the picture that the others are just over a small bank off shot."
Soooooo......
Oh, well, thank you,
I should note that the artist who created the artwork itself is caraid, I merely am responsible for the idea of it and the written story. I'm years away from being that good of a drawer/painter just yet XD
hahaha XD No, there's nothing wrong with that either XD She captured so many of the details so well in this, that I'm happy when folks notice such details!
V/R,
Cap Mag.
I should note that the artist who created the artwork itself is
caraid, I merely am responsible for the idea of it and the written story. I'm years away from being that good of a drawer/painter just yet XD hahaha XD No, there's nothing wrong with that either XD She captured so many of the details so well in this, that I'm happy when folks notice such details!
V/R,
Cap Mag.
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