Pollux
December 29th, 19:17 UTC
Stormy, the only accurate way to describe the common days of 1934. Thunder rumbling through the wintry air. Raindrops pittering and pattering on the stone ground. Gray puffs, emitting out of the engines of black trains, polluting the sky. Men holding black umbrellas discussing tedious, financial businesses. The repetitive, dull conversation about the difference of small numbers to the big ones. Proper wives dressing up their children to prepare for the wintry weather. A mother was putting a light blue bow on her daughter’s head with a satisfied smile just by looking at her ‘perfect’ little girl. Townsfolk of Pollux walking on the streets, passing by those who have their hands out. Starved animals walked across the streets, digging into the trash. Skeleton looking kids bundled in thin, wet blankets, trying yet failing to keep away from the cold. Nothing surprising, just the common days.
A young boy, who recently turned the age nineteen, was in the middle of a merchant store. Dirt smudges were on his beige skin, his chestnut curls barely brushing his ears. The servant’s left ear was pierced with a small, golden hoop. His black shirt was loose with his baggy brown pants hanging from his hips, his overly-large, black jacket swaying as he moves. Dark black boots splashed into the soapy water while he was mopping the mucky, tiled floor His witch-like mistress aggressively opened the wooden door. The sound of the creak made the brunette teenager to swiftly look up at her.
“Boy, does it look like I have all day?” she snarled, her glasses gleamed a dangerous glare. “It doesn’t take this long to clean one room.”
The servant bit back his tongue, yet couldn’t help but roll his cerulean eyes.
“What’s with the look?” she challenged, sticking her pointy nose up high . “You should be grateful that I hired someone like you.”
“You should be grateful to find someone that can even put up with you,” he fired back, it was an impulse to him.
“Watch your mouth, child!”
“Make me, you ugly hag!” The mop smacks onto the floor.
“Why you little-”
And without finishing her own remark, she grabbed servant by his hair, throwing him out. His lean body collided harshly into the stone wall. As he rubbed his head, his eyes traveled upward yet only to see the lady shut the door. The boy’s head tilted down to his feet, eyes dejecting. He looked in his hands, a few copper coins he snatched from the woman’s store. He wasn’t satisfied, far from it. A soft glow radiated from his body, once it was gone he was on all fours. His once human body, was covered by sandy shade of fur. Claws and paws replacing his hands and feet. He walked through the alley, looking at the reflection of windows seeing a blue-eyed wolf staring back at him. He looked away, making his way back to his broken home.
A fawn-headed girl was inside a house of ruins. The 21-year-old’s light brown coat would caress the sooty floors. She was snug in a gray wool sweater and ripped black leggings underneath. Her brown boots would prance around the filthy walls and cracked windows which surrounded her. However, she had a soft smile on her face as she hummed a small tune. The girl swayed left and right while making dinner for her remaining family members. The stew was nothing good, if there was one word to describe it… it was “slop”. She did put a lot of effort into though. Her head perked by the sound of a lousy door opening then closing.
“Harry! You’re home early,” She beamed at her younger brother. “You’re lucky cause I just finished with cooking.”
The boy with his head down, transformed back to his human-self once he entered through the door. He dropped the copper coins in a cracked jar, half-full or half empty with gwop. The blonde noticing his dour expression, she placed the ‘stew’ on a dusty table. Her eyes softened at him, pitying him.
“You lost another job, didn’t you?”
Harrison didn’t answer and looked out of the window, staring outside and noticing the sky finally started to clear. He fingers fiddled with his earring, his silence made her realise she was right. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s was a total wag off, as long as Mace works we will be just fine.”
From the standing position the older sister was in, she notices dry blood in his hair. She peered closer to take a better look, her slender fingers grazing the area.
“Harry, you conked your head?” She asked, concerned. “Did that... that witch do this to you?!”
“Bug off, Elle,” Harrison shook her off. “It’s not like you can do anything about it.”
“Well, I should at least give her a piece of my mind,” Eleanor starts to act out what she planned to do. “I’ll shove my foot so far up her as-”
The door opens, shutting the girl’s mouth and letting her put her left foot back on the ground. A brunette man, who resembled Harrison, started to track in mud from his drab boots. However, this young man had umber eyes and scruffy facial hair. He wore Black sloppy pants loosely, the brown belt was pointless. His white long-sleeve shirt was becoming transparent from the rain.
“Elle, Harry,”greeted the eldest sibling.
“What are you doing here, Mason? It’s still day time,” Curiosity consuming Eleanor. “You’re supposed to be home in 3 hours.”
The older brother mouths opened, then he hesitated which made him shut his mouth again. His palms started to sweat, his heart beating rapidly. Mason’s head goes to floor as he explains, thinking about how it all started.
Stay tune for The Beast Within: Part 2!
December 29th, 19:17 UTC
Stormy, the only accurate way to describe the common days of 1934. Thunder rumbling through the wintry air. Raindrops pittering and pattering on the stone ground. Gray puffs, emitting out of the engines of black trains, polluting the sky. Men holding black umbrellas discussing tedious, financial businesses. The repetitive, dull conversation about the difference of small numbers to the big ones. Proper wives dressing up their children to prepare for the wintry weather. A mother was putting a light blue bow on her daughter’s head with a satisfied smile just by looking at her ‘perfect’ little girl. Townsfolk of Pollux walking on the streets, passing by those who have their hands out. Starved animals walked across the streets, digging into the trash. Skeleton looking kids bundled in thin, wet blankets, trying yet failing to keep away from the cold. Nothing surprising, just the common days.
A young boy, who recently turned the age nineteen, was in the middle of a merchant store. Dirt smudges were on his beige skin, his chestnut curls barely brushing his ears. The servant’s left ear was pierced with a small, golden hoop. His black shirt was loose with his baggy brown pants hanging from his hips, his overly-large, black jacket swaying as he moves. Dark black boots splashed into the soapy water while he was mopping the mucky, tiled floor His witch-like mistress aggressively opened the wooden door. The sound of the creak made the brunette teenager to swiftly look up at her.
“Boy, does it look like I have all day?” she snarled, her glasses gleamed a dangerous glare. “It doesn’t take this long to clean one room.”
The servant bit back his tongue, yet couldn’t help but roll his cerulean eyes.
“What’s with the look?” she challenged, sticking her pointy nose up high . “You should be grateful that I hired someone like you.”
“You should be grateful to find someone that can even put up with you,” he fired back, it was an impulse to him.
“Watch your mouth, child!”
“Make me, you ugly hag!” The mop smacks onto the floor.
“Why you little-”
And without finishing her own remark, she grabbed servant by his hair, throwing him out. His lean body collided harshly into the stone wall. As he rubbed his head, his eyes traveled upward yet only to see the lady shut the door. The boy’s head tilted down to his feet, eyes dejecting. He looked in his hands, a few copper coins he snatched from the woman’s store. He wasn’t satisfied, far from it. A soft glow radiated from his body, once it was gone he was on all fours. His once human body, was covered by sandy shade of fur. Claws and paws replacing his hands and feet. He walked through the alley, looking at the reflection of windows seeing a blue-eyed wolf staring back at him. He looked away, making his way back to his broken home.
A fawn-headed girl was inside a house of ruins. The 21-year-old’s light brown coat would caress the sooty floors. She was snug in a gray wool sweater and ripped black leggings underneath. Her brown boots would prance around the filthy walls and cracked windows which surrounded her. However, she had a soft smile on her face as she hummed a small tune. The girl swayed left and right while making dinner for her remaining family members. The stew was nothing good, if there was one word to describe it… it was “slop”. She did put a lot of effort into though. Her head perked by the sound of a lousy door opening then closing.
“Harry! You’re home early,” She beamed at her younger brother. “You’re lucky cause I just finished with cooking.”
The boy with his head down, transformed back to his human-self once he entered through the door. He dropped the copper coins in a cracked jar, half-full or half empty with gwop. The blonde noticing his dour expression, she placed the ‘stew’ on a dusty table. Her eyes softened at him, pitying him.
“You lost another job, didn’t you?”
Harrison didn’t answer and looked out of the window, staring outside and noticing the sky finally started to clear. He fingers fiddled with his earring, his silence made her realise she was right. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“It’s was a total wag off, as long as Mace works we will be just fine.”
From the standing position the older sister was in, she notices dry blood in his hair. She peered closer to take a better look, her slender fingers grazing the area.
“Harry, you conked your head?” She asked, concerned. “Did that... that witch do this to you?!”
“Bug off, Elle,” Harrison shook her off. “It’s not like you can do anything about it.”
“Well, I should at least give her a piece of my mind,” Eleanor starts to act out what she planned to do. “I’ll shove my foot so far up her as-”
The door opens, shutting the girl’s mouth and letting her put her left foot back on the ground. A brunette man, who resembled Harrison, started to track in mud from his drab boots. However, this young man had umber eyes and scruffy facial hair. He wore Black sloppy pants loosely, the brown belt was pointless. His white long-sleeve shirt was becoming transparent from the rain.
“Elle, Harry,”greeted the eldest sibling.
“What are you doing here, Mason? It’s still day time,” Curiosity consuming Eleanor. “You’re supposed to be home in 3 hours.”
The older brother mouths opened, then he hesitated which made him shut his mouth again. His palms started to sweat, his heart beating rapidly. Mason’s head goes to floor as he explains, thinking about how it all started.
Stay tune for The Beast Within: Part 2!