Chapter 1 - New life
#1 of Rainy Isles :
Sorry for delay with first one. Accidentally put as m/f when it was no yiff :P
All the characters in this story are mine but use them if you want. I insist that you guys also use my concept as I would like to see lots of stories using the same universe though you guys dont have to crash a plane to get there. Otherwise enjoy. (note: any vauge mentionings of places and things are not ment to infringe on laws,copyrights, etc.)
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The rainy Isles
Chapter 1: New life
Rick was hurting from the wounds on his body. A rib or two must have been broken and his spit tasted of blood. He looked up into the sky at the white puffy clouds. He began to envy how peaceful and carefree they were. Rick limped onward, the wrekage was near by.He started to run over in his mind the events of earlier.
"This is the most beautiful part of the atlantic: Lattitude 56° 32' 15' longitude 28°47'53''. We are basically in the bermuda tri-angle!" said the pilot with a smile.
Rick laughed. "Yes and animals talk and walk like humans. In fact I think the aliens have something to do with this all..."
"Very funny man you should write a book" said the pilot sarcastically.
The plane was a small little thing. One propeller in the front and barely enough place for more then 4 people. This trip was a bit last minute and also very cheep. Rick eyed the dirty cockpit and sighed.
"You get what you pay for.." he thought.
Suddenly the cabin lights went out and the engine jerked and sputtered as a high pitch wine and crackling sound filled the air. The air itself seemed solid, like flying into the side of a large jello mountain.
"What the.." said the pilot
Ricks blood began to pump. The faint sound of his heart pumping and his ears throbbing. The engine sputtered and finally gave up. They were flying with no power.
Rick paniced. He quickly grabbed a parachute and put it on in case...in case of...Rick did't even know why.
"F#$# jsut what we need..." said the pilot. His long history of flying had tought him that when the air cusion that the plane rides on suddenly goes dead...jumping out was a better option.
The pilot jumped away from the controlles and took out a flare gun from the cabinet.
"Give me the parachute and I dont shoot you with this gun!" he screamed.
Rick gave up the parachute pathetically. The pilot punched him in the gut and jumped out.
Rick held his stomach and quickly ran over to the controlls.The plane was starting to dive.Rick pulled up on the control and the plane evened out a but more but the lack of a solid air current was not helping much but he could still see on the instuments that he was loosing altitude fast. Rick searched the back and the rest of the plane.A wave of turbulance hit the plane and it shuddered. The plane dipped and veered starting to go in a spin. Something hit him in the face: a bag. Rick inspected it at lightnighing speed.
Another parachute?
Rick didnt have to think much after that because the plane started to accellerate its spin making him fly out the side. Rick strapped on the bag one strap at a time. The ocean was coming at him fast. Rick pulled on the cord and the chute opened. It opened really fast. Rick heard his ribs snap and himself yell with pain. Ricks eyes watered s the ocean came closer at a high rate.
He was getting that horrid feeling of all his body parts shifting up as gravity was taking him to his doom. Fortunately Rick hit an air pocket (forcing more pressure on his already hurting body) and he was yanked sidways and up decreasing the rate at which he was falling. Rick now had some breathing time. He only realized now that he was actually falling backwards. He turned his head as far behind as he could look.
An island! A very big island. A very close island. A very...CRASH!
Rick surveyed the wrekage of the plane. It had also been blown to the island but using it would be useless. The only confort was the fire it had sprung up. Rick piled on branches to keep it going. He felt his mind beging to go hazzy. Blood loss was kicking in. Rick cursed and slapped himself awake.
Getting up he decided he needed water. As if God heard his call the heavens opened their bounty and Rick started to get wet. It was raining. Rick gulped in the water and reavled in the coolness. Rick was only realizing now how hot it was. The blood loss must have been giving him the chills. In fact he was starting to feel better. Rick touched his side and felt no pain.
Was he healing? He must be dead he thought since the laws of physics were not often broken like this. Rick scooted over to the plane, his step improving with every stride and noticed that the tail section was still in good enough condition to provide shelter. He went inside and passed out.
"No, he'll probably eat us!" said a higher chirpy voice.
"We'll we gotta take him in before he find out..." said a gruffer voice.
"Well who should talk to him?" said the fist voice now a bit clearer with almost a yiping sound to it.
"I will!" said a new voice that was destinctly old and sounded like an old cat yawning.
Rick lay still. His breathing had been quite fast already but hearing footsteps coming closer he almost wanted to curl up and cry.
A shadow fell on his face.
"I know your awake since no being breathes that fast while sleeping."
Rick looked around. His face a mask of horror. He couldn't make out the person properly since the sun was behind but it was looking to be an elderly woman.
"You have two choices: Accept all I'm going to tell you now as true or we kill you" she said sternly with almost a hiss.
Rick almsot blurted out loud but found a level of self control to slowly nod.
"You are on a tropical island only being one of a group of them. We call it the Rainy Isles collectively but this one is..umm..special. In fact they all are special in their own right. For now I'll introduce this one. This is Anthropia. We are all anthromorphalogic creatures. In plain english, we are furries. Please come out and gaze apon us as we are not going to hurt you.
Rick creeped up to the edge of the broken tail piece of the plane. In full view was a very grey and hairy creature. No it was a cat? A greay tabby cat except that it had on some kind of large fur coat around its body.
From the bushes was many gaspes which quickly stifled as he looked around.
"Its alright!" the old cat yelled out loud. "Its safe."
As if waiting for the signal the clearing burst forth with animal-like humans or rather some looked more animal then others. Rick suddenly felt shy and backed up a bit towards the plane wrekage.
"Where are you from?" shouted a small voice from the back abruptly which grew quieter at the end as they looked scornfully at whoever said it.
Rick felt surprised when he answered flatly.
"I'm from Florida. In the United States." he said. His voice was a bit strained.
This was not the wisest thing to do as he had now unofficially opened the door for many more questions most of them being barks, howls, cirps and various other animal noises.
"Why do you look like that? Did you not get rain?" said a deep gurgly voice from the various noises.
"well I.." started Rick
"How old are you" said another voice with more enthusiasim so much that the end was a squeak.
"Are you an alien?" said one.."No hes not you idiot he obviously a sea monster!" said another. where some shuffling happened i nthe back.
"Both of you are fools, he came out of the sky, hes a bird!" squaked another.
"Well I didnt really" said Rick
"Is he single?" said one voice while another asked something else.
Rick felt overwhelmed with the questions ranging from his beliefs to more personal questions and even downright dirty questions.
"ENOUGH!" shouted the old cat with an extra hiss. With that they all became silent. "He will stay in our village untill tonight at the meeting. Anyone got a spare hut?" she said coolly.
"I can lend him a room since my children have already built themselfs houses. said an elderly fox.
"Good, now lets all get back to our business of preparing for the meeting." she said walking off slowly. Rick turned back to the masses to find they were gone save the elderly fox.
"Please follow and dont worry. The island has a funny way of welcoming strangers" he said with a wink.
Rick smiled half heartedly.
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The pilot roared clutching his head. Whatever was happening to him was coming to the last stages.
After landing in the ocean he swam to the island. He then crawled up the beach and lay on the dunes panting. Rain drops started to his his face and he woke up. It was pleasant and refreashing. He stood up, alert. He felt good. Very good. So good infact that...
"ARG!" he screamed clutching his chest. He felt his blood pumping in his chest. He clenched his teeth. Everywhere on the surface of his skin he felt itchy. He rubbed at his arms and legs furiously. He was rubbing so vigourously that he bled. No. Rather his nails were all wrong. The were black pointy claws. the rain pelted on and on. It seemed to pump a new change with every drop. His skin started to flake off revealing a darker hue. Each time the skin molted it became darker while his arms seemed to sprout hair growth. He felt pressure on his mouth as his teeth elongated one at a time and some plain falling out and being replaced. He spat blood as he felt his chest heave inward and lift. His chest flet like it was burtsing forward and he even heard his ribs click and strain. His hads were elongating and his legs snaped sending him to the ground. They warped and bent while bulking up in new areas. His legs basically went from casual walker to olympic runner and beyond. He felt his spine click and squeak as the vertabrae bulked up. Thus his hight increased. He was crying and yelling in pain the whole way through. The worst was his head. He felt as if his skull was being compressed. He sudenly lost all his main senses except for touch. He accomadated by touching his face. He felt his skin stretch and his teeth jut forward. His eye sockets moved backward towards his ears a bit giving him more and more a wolf like appearance. Sound seemed to burst back along with a slowly less fuzzy vision as his ears poped up on his head. He felt a most disconforting feeling in his privates along with a tail ramming itself out of his spine.
He roared clutching his head as a headache of senses finally connected fully with his brain and his brain was coming to terms with the new parts. His arms twitched and his legs jerked as the brain ran through and checked everything. He wasn't even sure what it was doing to his member but his tail was definately wagging a lot.
Finally he collapsed on the floor. His body was the splitting image of a werewolf from TV to put it in a few words.
In the morning he got up and surveyed his new body. Why had this happened? Why did he feel so good? He wanted to run around and hunt. He was a wolf. He felt his instincts take over. He knew he was a new animal so he saw fit for a new name.
"I AM MCKAIN**!" He roared sending all the nearest birds flying away.
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**Mckain is Irish actiually if you were wondering**