The Brittle Unbreakables - chapter 4
Story by Cieran on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Minted, invincible, and sad, Zeboul left Strix's Dark Aerie to seek a new life.
Unfortunately, while he was very skilled at what he could do, they don't offer many jobs requiring hyper-strong python people with psychic powers. People didn't trust him.
Certainly, besides his strength, there was no use of his powers he felt he could ethically justify making a living out of.
If he abused the whole issue of his body being able to rewrite people's souls, and maybe bodies, then the unease that so many strangers felt towards him would be completely justified. That unease bothered him deeply already.
He tried to socialise and met similar problems. Staff at bars and clubs would point to the signs prohibiting animals from using the premises. He tried to visit the Worm-Family, because you'd expect other snakes to at least not hate him for being what he was, but they proved well hidden.
(He'd later learn they were on holiday.)
When a coffee shop that did, actually, have room for his gargantuan tail refused Zeboul employment, he started to despair. Coiled on a street corner, alone in the world, he pitied himself, and cried.
No-one helped, of course, because no-one knew how to. No-one in a megacity had time to, and really, the sight of a crying monster causes more concern for one's own well-being than the monster's.
Zeboul's sadness was self-perpetuating, and he crawled miserably to Garland Forest. In a clearing, he curled in a heap of himself, to sleep in the sun as the weather cleared.
Then, someone kicked him in the face.