Downfall: part one
A new series (I may get around to finishing the old stuff at some time in the future, but at the mo' I'm excited by the prospects of this one)
If I told you that this world matters to me, it would be a lie. I do not care about this place; it is a passing dream that will leave me forever before the night is through. This is something you need to know before I begin: I do not care whether this world lives or dies, merely that it does one or the other before I get bored. Keep that in mind throughout my account and all will be well.
It started several years ago, long before I came into contact with people like you. Perhaps that's why I'm here now telling you this, everything interesting that's ever happened to me happened a long time ago. I'm here so you can add a bit of interest to my long and boring life. I sincerely hope you succeed in that goal at least.
My best friend Michael was famous at our school for a plethora of reasons, some of them more palatable than others: He was the captain of the football (soccer) team, for being the most attractive boy in our year, with his long blonde mane and his deep blue eyes, for being the most popular boy in school, never without a large harem of girls (and a few boys) following behind him, for being the son of the richest man in the country, with his access to the school being guaranteed by his financial and social status.
However he was famous for one thing above all: for being my best friend.
Now is probably a good time to explain a few things that may have been causing confusion: I am Lucas Truman and one of the most uncommon boys you could ever hope to meet; I am a cheetah with an unusual genetic defect, unlike most genetic defects it is not shared by more than a few of the global cheetah population: I never lost my childhood ruff of fur. This by itself was unimportant, it merely made me appear somewhat childlike, despite my impressive stature of six foot three. Unfortunately this was coupled with me being somewhat effeminate and childlike in behaviour, a snappy dresser, a professional clothes designer, the most intelligent boy in school, and more importantly, as far as the rest of the school was concerned anyway. I was gay.
The immediate effect of this was that I was surrounded by girls, albeit for entirely different reasons to Michael. They wanted work done for them, advise and help with their wardrobe and also to indulge their faghaggery. I was not someone whom you would expect Michael to hang around, yet, despite who we were, he did. The way he seemed to look up to me, with a kind of fawning adoration made me question his sexuality from the get go. Retrospectively, my indirectness may have been my downfall; I never asked him face to face whether or not he was attracted to me, I simply relied on the rumours surrounding him. I got a very definite answer to my probings: he was the straightest boy to have ever been born, with over eleven girls having lost their virginity to him within the last year. Crestfallen, I searched for an alternative to Michael. It didn't take me long to find Nicky.
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The next episode will have much more direct characterization and much less of my character babbling on about the way things are.
What do you think of this so far? How can I improve? What do you rate this out of five? How about yiff in the next chapter? These are the questions I need answering; I've not written ~ANYTHING~ for ages and have instead been focusing on my illustrative skills. I'm now trying to blend the two, hence my purchase of a Wacom Intuos tablet that will arrive tomorrow.
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(L)uke