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I am a Tabaxi Bard
Jan. 22nd, 2021 01:04 pmI am a Tabaxi Bard. Growing up in the desert is difficult- especially when you’re an outcast. Well, having two colored eyes makes you frightening. Not many Tabaxis, let alone other people, have different eye colors. My left eye is green and my right is blue. Purrsonally, I like being unlike others- who wants to be the same as someone else? Not I.
As a child I used to live with my parents and older brother, Desert Rain. Even as a kitten, I Hated my older brother- well, not necessarily hated him but disliked his goodie goodie behavior. Rain was always correct. He had to be since he's the first child. I wished he was more playful. The other kittens did not play with me, because I was physically different. One night, I could not sleep. My brother was watching the city- he worked and still works with The Patrol. He wanted to be a protector. I only thought that he wanted to be bossy. Nonetheless, while he was gone, my curiosity got the best of me. I was never allowed to light candles, but I would once I knew everyone was asleep. Such was the case that night; however, I fell asleep close to the candle. My tail knocked the candle without my control. With a bit of ill luck, the flames consumed a curtain. I sprung up out of my slumber. Then I couldn’t help, but to watch the fire. I smiled, empty hearted. I thought of my parents, who came to my room.
What have you done?! My father was not a kind soul. Though, despite all of my past failures, this one was legitimate.
I looked at them, then thought: why live with them? They never cared. They never stood up for me at the school house or anything.
My parents rushed into the room to grab me. However, I ran passed them out of the room. I shut the door, and saw the nightstand in the hallway. I quickly grabbed it and shoved it in front of the door. The door knob was too hot for them to touch, and now the nightstand made exiting even more difficult. I ran downstairs and left the house. I heard commotion nearby, the panic of tired Tabaxis afraid of what was happening. The desert air helped keep the fire brewing, and our home became ablazed. They couldn’t survive, and knowing that made me happy. I was too young to ignore the joys of playing with fire; yet, I was too young to think of the outcome.
Rain caught me off guard in the street. He had already attended to the fire control- assisting the emergency at our old home. He hugged me; apparently, he did not believe me to have caused the fire.
I’m glad that you’re okay Song, he had tears in his green eyes- the first time that I had seen any sincere emotion.
He wasn’t made out of stone after all. I hugged him back- I couldn’t let him know how much i did not care that I have killed our unloving parents.
That night was not the last time that I struck a match. I couldn’t resist watching the candles in the temple. The way the fire played across the statues was mesmerizing. Fire was inspirational. I loved how paradoxical a fire is; it is created in order to destroy. I never told my brother of my sick fascination; rather, showed him my love of creation and the arts. So, what does a bard do? Sing and play with bells, drums, and flutes. At least those were my prized musical instruments. One night I snuck into the temple. Though, I was not alone. I saw a priest, he was a sphinx Tabaxi with black fur. His right eye was blue and fogged while his other eye was gold. I looked down at the bells on my fingers and then at the matches concealed inside of a pouch tied at my waist.
You can enter little one, he smiled and motioned to the doorway. After all, everyone should be able to come to the sanctuary when they need.
I tilted my head, trying to analyze his character. Then, despite myself, I smiled at him. He allowed me to pass- whether or not he knew what I planned to do.
Well, I did not mean to burn the temple. All I wanted to do was to dance within the candlelight- mimicking the flicker of the flames. The bells rang fiercely. My arms swayed and my feet twirled. I danced to the song of fire. I felt so alive, until the candle fell. Again, with ill luck, the building caught on fire. I ran out of the temple and stood back- watching the flames in awe despite how badly I would be punished.
The priest stood next to me, and placed a hand on my shoulder - beautiful, isn’t it ?
I replied with a smile, not towards him but the magical blaze lighting the desert sky. Fire was beautiful.
I heard the horns bellow in the distance. As the emergency patrol came, the priest vanished without a trace. I was confused as hell. Likewise, I was going to hell for that transgression. Rain was not there at that moment. Another member of the Patrol bound my hands and dragged me to the cells. I stayed there for a few days before my brother came.
Rain was not happy at all. He unlocked the cell and motioned me to come.
Am I in trouble? I asked despite the childish demeanor.
Yes, Rain said without looking at me; But, I made a deal.
From that day onward, I became apart of The Patrol as City Watch.
As years pass, I grew tired of my job. I was a huntress of the lowly criminals in the city. The prey was too easy, and I always prefer the arts. Until, I realized that, no one would miss these scum. I don't know how I reached the decision, but I decided to listen to my gut- so to speak. Anyone who looked appetizing became a feast- please understand, though I am on Patrol, I don’t receive the same pay. After the temple incident, I was highly looked down upon. My brother did not want me around his small house anymore. So the tavern became my new home. Food was still hard to come by and should I steal, I may have been put to death. So, eating those who would not be missed sounded like a grand idea. I admit, I never ate one of my kind. At night, various rogues of different races plagued the city. I purrfer small prey to eat, gorblins and maybe a kobold would suffice.
I won’t go into details about my nightly meals- however, I did remmeber to bring in criminals so it seemed as though I was doing a grand job.
I wished that Rain would be more of a brother; yet, why should I care that much? After all, I would rather have real companions.
That wish would come true. One night, while in pursuit of a criminal, I noticed another candidate for capture. He was a druid, a funny looking purrson- a tiefling. I found him at the inn. Another troupe from Patrol noticed him as well. I helped him avoid being caught in their grasp. We left the inn and the city entirely. The beginning of an adventure was at hand, before anyone knew it. I looked within myself and decided to move beyond my old city life. To discover myself, the sea and the riddle of a mysterious sandstorm are all of my three goals. Then again, I wouldn’t call them goals, but points of interest. Wait, I forgot to mention the sandstorm? Well, that will be another story for later.
As a child I used to live with my parents and older brother, Desert Rain. Even as a kitten, I Hated my older brother- well, not necessarily hated him but disliked his goodie goodie behavior. Rain was always correct. He had to be since he's the first child. I wished he was more playful. The other kittens did not play with me, because I was physically different. One night, I could not sleep. My brother was watching the city- he worked and still works with The Patrol. He wanted to be a protector. I only thought that he wanted to be bossy. Nonetheless, while he was gone, my curiosity got the best of me. I was never allowed to light candles, but I would once I knew everyone was asleep. Such was the case that night; however, I fell asleep close to the candle. My tail knocked the candle without my control. With a bit of ill luck, the flames consumed a curtain. I sprung up out of my slumber. Then I couldn’t help, but to watch the fire. I smiled, empty hearted. I thought of my parents, who came to my room.
What have you done?! My father was not a kind soul. Though, despite all of my past failures, this one was legitimate.
I looked at them, then thought: why live with them? They never cared. They never stood up for me at the school house or anything.
My parents rushed into the room to grab me. However, I ran passed them out of the room. I shut the door, and saw the nightstand in the hallway. I quickly grabbed it and shoved it in front of the door. The door knob was too hot for them to touch, and now the nightstand made exiting even more difficult. I ran downstairs and left the house. I heard commotion nearby, the panic of tired Tabaxis afraid of what was happening. The desert air helped keep the fire brewing, and our home became ablazed. They couldn’t survive, and knowing that made me happy. I was too young to ignore the joys of playing with fire; yet, I was too young to think of the outcome.
Rain caught me off guard in the street. He had already attended to the fire control- assisting the emergency at our old home. He hugged me; apparently, he did not believe me to have caused the fire.
I’m glad that you’re okay Song, he had tears in his green eyes- the first time that I had seen any sincere emotion.
He wasn’t made out of stone after all. I hugged him back- I couldn’t let him know how much i did not care that I have killed our unloving parents.
That night was not the last time that I struck a match. I couldn’t resist watching the candles in the temple. The way the fire played across the statues was mesmerizing. Fire was inspirational. I loved how paradoxical a fire is; it is created in order to destroy. I never told my brother of my sick fascination; rather, showed him my love of creation and the arts. So, what does a bard do? Sing and play with bells, drums, and flutes. At least those were my prized musical instruments. One night I snuck into the temple. Though, I was not alone. I saw a priest, he was a sphinx Tabaxi with black fur. His right eye was blue and fogged while his other eye was gold. I looked down at the bells on my fingers and then at the matches concealed inside of a pouch tied at my waist.
You can enter little one, he smiled and motioned to the doorway. After all, everyone should be able to come to the sanctuary when they need.
I tilted my head, trying to analyze his character. Then, despite myself, I smiled at him. He allowed me to pass- whether or not he knew what I planned to do.
Well, I did not mean to burn the temple. All I wanted to do was to dance within the candlelight- mimicking the flicker of the flames. The bells rang fiercely. My arms swayed and my feet twirled. I danced to the song of fire. I felt so alive, until the candle fell. Again, with ill luck, the building caught on fire. I ran out of the temple and stood back- watching the flames in awe despite how badly I would be punished.
The priest stood next to me, and placed a hand on my shoulder - beautiful, isn’t it ?
I replied with a smile, not towards him but the magical blaze lighting the desert sky. Fire was beautiful.
I heard the horns bellow in the distance. As the emergency patrol came, the priest vanished without a trace. I was confused as hell. Likewise, I was going to hell for that transgression. Rain was not there at that moment. Another member of the Patrol bound my hands and dragged me to the cells. I stayed there for a few days before my brother came.
Rain was not happy at all. He unlocked the cell and motioned me to come.
Am I in trouble? I asked despite the childish demeanor.
Yes, Rain said without looking at me; But, I made a deal.
From that day onward, I became apart of The Patrol as City Watch.
As years pass, I grew tired of my job. I was a huntress of the lowly criminals in the city. The prey was too easy, and I always prefer the arts. Until, I realized that, no one would miss these scum. I don't know how I reached the decision, but I decided to listen to my gut- so to speak. Anyone who looked appetizing became a feast- please understand, though I am on Patrol, I don’t receive the same pay. After the temple incident, I was highly looked down upon. My brother did not want me around his small house anymore. So the tavern became my new home. Food was still hard to come by and should I steal, I may have been put to death. So, eating those who would not be missed sounded like a grand idea. I admit, I never ate one of my kind. At night, various rogues of different races plagued the city. I purrfer small prey to eat, gorblins and maybe a kobold would suffice.
I won’t go into details about my nightly meals- however, I did remmeber to bring in criminals so it seemed as though I was doing a grand job.
I wished that Rain would be more of a brother; yet, why should I care that much? After all, I would rather have real companions.
That wish would come true. One night, while in pursuit of a criminal, I noticed another candidate for capture. He was a druid, a funny looking purrson- a tiefling. I found him at the inn. Another troupe from Patrol noticed him as well. I helped him avoid being caught in their grasp. We left the inn and the city entirely. The beginning of an adventure was at hand, before anyone knew it. I looked within myself and decided to move beyond my old city life. To discover myself, the sea and the riddle of a mysterious sandstorm are all of my three goals. Then again, I wouldn’t call them goals, but points of interest. Wait, I forgot to mention the sandstorm? Well, that will be another story for later.
