![]() ![]() It was easy and simple work and it kept me in shape. This was probably the only thing I enjoyed doing here. It typically involved physical labor from simply moving cargo and boxes around. Being ‘valued cattle’ meant I had different jobs and objectives the average Venlil didn’t receive. You’re better.Īfter smoothening out my fur, I began looking over the current schedule I was given for today. You have an image to upkeep, don’t show them weakness or else they’ll see you're no different from the others. I quickly finished my grooming session to keep myself from crying. The faint yet vivid memories of my mother combing through my fur as a pup flashing through my mind reminded me of a time I’ll never be able to return to. ![]() I actually felt somewhat like a person instead of cattle. The feeling gave me some semblance of civility. If there was one thing that calmed me down in this hellscape, it was combing through my fur. I could feel as my light brown coat began to smoothen out. Rubbing my neck to distract me from my thoughts and feel the torched numbers on my brand, I grabbed my brush and began to untangle and unknot my slightly matted fur. I fucking hate that name, by the gods that is not who I am. The name always sat in the back of my mind, always… laughing at me. So much so that I was given the nickname ‘Fruit loving gray’ by other cattle. As lucky as I am to not be first on the list for Arxur food, it disgusted me knowing that I was somewhat admired by the flesh eating reptilians. That’s how I got into this position in the first place, the Arxur saw that I was different, that I was willing to fight if threatened. The scars across my arms and face served as a reminder of that. There were many conflicts where I’ve had to fight off other Venlil who had lost their minds in this chaotic world. This, I soon figured out early on, was not possible as cattle. Despite understanding the unforgiving life I’d been thrown in for the past 8 or so years, I originally tried to have a more positive and passive outlook on things. I quickly learned that there was no right or wrong in cattle life, just those who survived. Unlike many of the others, I adapted to cattle life fairly easily. The only thing staring back being the broken and sorry excuse for a Venlil. ![]() Groggily standing from my bed, I looked in the cracked mirror across the room from my bed frame. This was the closest a Venlil could get to paradise living the life of cattle. ![]() My own personal pen which included a somewhat soft bed and a thin cover, a place to privately bathe and shower, and surprisingly enough, they gave me a grooming brush and occasionally shampoo and conditioner for when I bathed. I was given amenities that others could only dream of having. Thankfully, I was considered ‘valued cattle’ by the Arxur. With a long and hardy stretch, I could hear all of the loud pops of my skeleton as I felt my bones extend and relieve any tension built up in my sleep. A 23 year old with smashed dreams and nothing going for himself. A slave for the very creatures I swore I would help destroy the second I finished school. To wake up and work towards my dreams of becoming an engineer and designing the very tools the Federation would use to wipe the disgusting excuses for sapience that were the Arxur off of the Universal map. To wake up and find myself back in my old bed where the only problems I had to deal with were making sure I looked presentable in public and keeping my grades up in school. I dreamt of one day waking up to find that this entire experience was nothing but a mere nightmare. The piece of me that saw a reason to keep going. Who am I? After years, or what felt like years… It was hard keeping track of time after being stuck in captivity for so long. Memory Transcription Subject: Tylek, Arxur Cattle Workerĭate : January 19, 2136Įvery time I wake, I ask myself the same question over and over. Without further ado, I present to you "What if Mike Tyson was a Venlil?". I read all of my comments and it helps seeing what people may or may not have enjoyed. It's good.)ĪNY criticism is welcomed as long as it's constructive. HUGE thanks to u/Eager_Question This would have likely been shit without your input and help (Go read love languages. ![]()
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