SfKC - Desperate Measures pt. 2
Story by Fenny Fennerson on SoFurry
Part two is a bit short, I started writing late this afternoon due to messing around with Krita. Big waste of time that was, hah. It's a neat program, but way above my head. Anyways, this is the second lead in scene for Desperate Measures, building up a somewhat emotional bond between the two characters. Lewdness should come tomorrow, as well as the end of the story (for now, maybe.)
I piddled a bit more with trying to work with those DF sprites, but it didn't amount to much other than me getting frustrated at myself. I still want to try and get it to work, but it's going to take time. I'm not the brightest bulb in the chandelier.
Anywho, if you like my silly stories and want to toss me a few nickels (because you're literally a living saint.)
SfKC - Desperate Measures Pt. 2
The first week passed swiftly, with Obok and Tala learning a handful of terms from each other as they became accustomed to their species differing ways. Tala needing time to not nearly panic whenever Obok would start to move, and Obok getting used to her desire to stay hidden. His hut hadn't been built with the idea of ever having two people in it, but that was two human sized people, which Tala was anything but.
She slept in a pile of furs during the nights that Obok had set aside for her, and on the third day came with him to fish. The days were growing rapidly shorter, and the land was starting to cool. Winter was going to be on them soon. The thought terrified Tala almost as much as the Elves had, but this human helped to teach her how to survive. He taught her how to fish, hunt, and make traps. The process helped to ease her mind greatly.
Obok was followed around by her nearly constantly, their lack of a shared language only slowing the process of teaching down somewhat as they found shared ground and slowly prodded into each others languages in an attempt to communicate. This and that word was tossed back and forth, simple concepts and phrases. By the forth day they were able to hold small conversations, mostly in Oboks human language. The growling and barking yips that Kobolds used seemed to mostly just cause Obok to laugh.
By day six they began to work on more complex ideas, and the question of Talas tribe came up. She struggled with what little broken wordage she had, eventually taking a stick and drawing in the soft sand of the lakes beach. Pointing to the humans ear and drawing something earlike into the sand, but with an extended tip. Obok understood that, an Elven ear was pretty straight forward.
The next few images were that of fire and of Kobolds. The lines growing more and more jittery as she continued to draw into the sand before he stopped her, "I understand, I think. Stop." Squating on the sand next to her he reached out, a very human gesture, and placed a hand onto the shoulder of the diminutive beast. She twisted her head around to stare at him, clearly on the verge of tears.
Hugging, oddly enough, was a shared concept. Resting on the sand with their catch for the day still on its rope in the water, Tala held herself as tightly to this human as she could. The idea of ever meeting another creature that would be kind to her that wasn't a Kobold had never even been dreamed of. Humans were supposed to be metal covered giants, swinging giant balls of steel at Kobolds and crushing them under their boots. This one was not that, at all.
After letting out as many tears as she could, still shaking from the memories and the horror, Obok used one of her terms, answering in the most broken Kobold she'd heard from him. It sounded like he tried to say, "No tribe?" but it came out slurred and barely understandable, closer to something rude about porcupines. He then pointed to himself and said it again. It suddenly made sense why he had been all by himself, one way or another he had been removed from his people as well.
His next words floored Tala, pointing towards his gigantic human sized shack and nearly flawlessly saying the word for "Home, You." Obok was worried that she might hurt him with the next hug, as her small claws dug into his sides as she began to weep again. Repeating over and over again as best she could, "Yes."
After two weeks they had made good time really getting used to one another, Tala had decided to give up on teaching him her language, as it seemed he lacked a tail. Something she had never noticed, and that without that some entire concepts would be totally lost. She also learned that humans didn't eat the bones of the fish they caught, but all that meant was more for her. It was one of the safest, and happiest, times she had ever experienced. The lake had provided for them so much food, and he had stores beyond that, saved up from over the year.
The winter would be long, but it would be comfortable.