Okie so, I'm sure most of you have noticed my activity on this site and all my other RP sites have gone down the tubes lately. >.< Most of that has been because of RL stuff...work, school, marriage plans, ect. But I'll be honest, that's not all.
Lately I've been getting more and more involved in the furry community, especially on the website furaffinity.net, which is a GREAT place if you like animal/furry artwork. There are some amazingly talented people on there, though I will put out a warning that some of the stuff there is VERY adult rated (though I do believe you can put up filter if you don't want to worry about that sutff...) ANYWAY, I've been really active there, posting a story I've been writing about my fursona, Rew. She's one of my anthropomorphic characters that is probably the most like me. We have a few differences, but Rew is basically Digger as a wolf.
Well, I was thinking, since this is an RP site and all, people here might like the story (*gaspegad* reading on an RP site? NO! ;-)) So I thought I'd post the first chapter and see what people thought. If you like and want me to continue, I'll post here whenever I update my furaffinity account. If not, I'll stop and just update FA. Oh, and if anyone wants to get on FA and check me out there, my username is Rew (surprise surprise.)
Anywho, here we go. The name of the story is the Bandana Monologues, It's basically me working out the detials of my character and her appearence in the beginning. The main part of the story is Rew's life in her Junior year of high school, which as most of you know can be a drama in of itself. Its clean for the most part, but if a mature section comes up, I'll put a warning on the top.
The Bandana Monologues: Part I
He moved closer, taking her into his large muscular arms. In one swift motion he brought her body up against his. Lifting his paw, he tilted her chin until she had no choice but to look deep into his emerald green eyes. A half smile played upon his maw as he lowered his head slowly to meet hers…closer…closer…She could feel his warm breath upon her cheek…
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Rew slowly opened one eye, giving her alarm clock an evil glare. “I hope you know how much I hate you.” Oblivious to her malice, the alarm beeped on. Hefting a sleepy paw, she batted the clock into silence. Closing her eyes once again, she tried to re-create her interrupted dream, but it was like trying to hold onto a pawfull of fine sand. Too soon, all but the most general details of her mysterious man were gone.
Sighing, Rew reluctantly sat up and yawned, stretching and cracking her back, trying to bring her body back into the world of the waking. She looked back at her clock and groaned. Six o’clock in the morning was much too early for any fur, especially one who didn’t even get into bed until one or two. Such was the curse of the internet generation. So many things to do and see, so little time to do it in.
Before getting out of bed she checked to make sure her door was firmly shut. Occasionally her mom would come in to borrow something before Rew woke up, and had the annoying habit of leaving her door partially open when she left. While this didn’t bother Rew so much, it sometimes bothered other member of the household given the fact Rew preferred to sleep naked. One experience of jumping out of bed only to look up and see her sister with her eyes as wide as dinner plates was enough to teach Rew a bit of caution.
Satisfied she would not be met with any screams of horror, Rew slid out of bed and continued her stretching, shaking out her mattress flattened fur. Walking over to the her dresser she peered at her reflection in the mirror hanging above it. A young female wolf of about 17 with tousled black headfur peered blearily back at her. Snorting at her fresh-from-the-bed appearance, she reached for a brush to begin her daily task of trying to tame her wild fur. A mix of gray, brown, and black strands made up the majority of her coat, with darker streaks of pure black over her eyes and the tips of her ears. Her black headfur was cut short and blended nicely with the dark hues of her pelt. A light gray color ran from the bottom of her chin running all the way down to the base of her tail.
Finally feeling a little more alive, Rew then turned to her closet, a small frown passing over her maw as she pondered just what to wear. Her closet was far from that of a normal teenage fur. Instead of designer clothes from the trendiest stores, her closet was a hoge poge of concert tour and free t-shirts, salvation army, and clothing that Rew couldn’t even begin tot remember their origin. Her philosophy on clothing was whatever looked and felt good in her twisted idea of fashion. After thinking a few minutes, she finally decided on a small black shirt with white lettering reading ‘Your village called, their idiot is missing,” and a pair of camouflage printed cargo pants to complete her basic outfitting for the day.
Padding back over to her dresser, she opened the third drawer from the top and grinned at the contents. Now this was her favorite part of getting ready for the day. In the drawer lay stacks upon stacks of neatly folded bandanas ranging from deep black to pure white and everything else in-between. Rew tapped the side of her maw, carefully considering the choice that lay before her. Would it be the chile peppers…Scooby Doo…nah, she was in a neon color type of mood. Selecting a hot pink bandana from her collection, she carefully tied it around her head, the triangle of fabric covering her headfur and settling between her ears. The color clashed horribly with her outfit, but that’s the way Rew liked it.
Opening a small box on top of the dresser, Rew then chose the piece de resistance to her out fit; a small Eye of Horus charm that hung from a hole on the outside of her right ear. She had battled and begged her parents to let her get a piercing. In her mind, a single hole in her ear was more than reasonable, but for some reason this bothered them more than regular piercing. She gave a small sigh, recalling the arguments that had resulted. Rew supposed she could understand their hesitance now…probably afraid this desire for a single piercing and strange ancient symbols hanging from it meant their little girl was trying to join some kind of cult. Finally, seeing their daughter was not about to run off and join a group of devil worshipers, they gave their permission to do what she wished with her body on her 17th birthday…within reason of course. Satisfied with her appearance, Rew grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs.
Reaching the kitchen, Rew saw her sister had beaten her downstairs yet again. The fact she took almost two hours to get ready and still managed to make it to breakfast first always irked her for some reason. Maybe she should actually start waking up earlier. Pondering this possibility and quickly rejecting it, Rew grabbed a bowl and some cereal and sat down across from her sister. Kelcey was, for all intensive purposes, the polar opposite of Rew. Long blond headfur straightened and hairsprayed into perfection, the most trendy outfit covering only the bare minimum of the school’s dress code, two years younger than Rew she had already logged more hours on the phone since hitting puberty than Rew had in her entire life. Both sisters swore up and down that the other must have been adopted, to which their mother would simply gave a tired shake of her head, assuring them she had suffered through both of their births.
Crunching on cornflakes, Rew looked around for signs of her mom. She was usually downstairs about now, blowing through the kitchen on her way out the door to her teaching job. However, today she was notably absent and the upstairs was quiet. “Werefh Mom?” Rew asked, her mouth full of cereal. Giving her usual exasperated sigh, Kelcey simply nodded at a note on the table that Rew had missed. Still munching, she scanned the note, discovering her mother had been forced to leave early due to a meeting.
Rew grimaced, “Guess that means I gotta make my own lunch today.” Though her mom had threatened over and over again to simply let Rew starve so she would finally learn how to use a knife and bread, a brown sack containing a mother-made sandwich always managed to find its way to the end of the counter before she left for school.
Finishing her breakfast, she wandered over to the fridge, trying to figure out what to pack for lunch. Bending over to rummage through the vegetable bin, Rew heard her sister sigh yet again. Irritated, she straightened and narrowed her eyes at her sister. “I’m packing my lunch, what could I possibly have done now?” Kelly rolled her eyes and wrinkled her maw in distaste. “Can’t you keep that disgusting thing covered? I’m trying to eat here.” Confused a moment, Rew suddenly realized what had set off her sister’s feather trigger teenage temper. With a grin, she glanced down her back where her shirt had pulled up slightly, exposing the small of her back and the tattoo thereon.
The tattoo had been a result of another hard won battle. Not only had her parents allowed her to get a piercing on her 17th birthday, but her slightly more liberal aunt and uncle had also sent her money to get her dream tattoo. Rew had been interested in ancient Egypt for almost as long as she could remember, and the recent release of “The Mummy” movie had only fueled the fire. She had driven her friends crazy by pointing out all the historical inaccuracies, but she still had fallen in love with the Egyptological adventure. A few of the ancient phrases had caught her attention, especially one uttered by the mummy in his final moments: “Death is only the beginning.” Soon after, Rew idly began searching for the hieroglyphs that would accurately portray this quote. It had then blossomed into a design; two Anubus figures facing each other, the hieroglyphic inscription in-between. Deciding this would be the best way to represent her love of Egpyt and the Egyptian language, she began the long hard battle of parental permission. Her final victory had resulted in a moderately sized tattoo, two black Anubi with white kilts, holding up their hands in reverence of the crimson words: “Death is only the beginning” written in grammatically correct hieroglyphic. Rew never regretted her decision for a moment, though she did wish it was easier for her to admire without the aid of a mirror.
Rew looked up again and stuck her tongue out at Kelcey. “Ahhh, you’re just jealous!” Kelcey gave Rew an icy “I-don’t-think-so” look and went back to ignoring her older sibling. Rew gave a chuckle and went back to her task of preparing lunch. Glancing up at the clock she gave a little yelp of surprise. It was much later than she had thought and the walk to school took a good fifteen to twenty minutes. Rushing upstairs she grabbed her backpack, double checking all her homework was there, before blasting back downstairs and out the front door. Slowing down a bit as she reached the sidewalk, Rew took a deep breath, enjoying the warm spring air. Taking out her MP3 player and setting the playlist on “random” she began a swift but comfortable walk towards school.