Aunya's Story
Aunya's Story
Aunya
Aunya's Story
(Warning, this story may contain scenes of graphic blood, rape and other things that are not so nice. If for any reasons these or other things of their kind are something you do not like, please, turn away now. Thank you, Aunya.)
(Before reading, this is my first story. Please, if you see anything that may need revised tell me!)
"For many years I have wondered this world alone, and for many years I have been afraid of what I might find when I actually venture from my home deep within the jungle." The white tigress spoke to the quite reporter sitting across from her in the bar. The tigress, simply known as Aunya, had never opened herself up to anyone least of all a complete stranger. Crystal blue eyes seemed to shift and search the reporter's face though unable to make out much of them in the almost near blackness of their secluded corner. On the table sat a digital voice recorder to capture the tigress's every word.
With a slight nod and in a low deep voice the male that sat across from her finally spoke, "It's alright, we all have a story, and it's your story I want to hear. That's why I'm here, your clothes how you hold yourself says that you've seen more of a world than I may ever know. Please, Aunya, the people who have asked me to get this story of your life and of any magic that may have brought you here to light. It's all just something want to know, to maybe, just maybe understand the wild tigress that haunts this bar almost every night."
With that Aunya took a deep breath, "If you really think so, but it's not a pretty story, in fact it's full of death and blood. There was so much blood when I was little." The tigress spoke in a soft voice as the memories past by her eyes, though her mind and seemed to almost take her fully back to a time when she was younger, happier at least until that night. "My childhood was wonderful, the old stone buildings the way the temple always smelled both sweet and spicy all at once, the way that the world seemed as if it was made for me and my friends. My parents where loving, and did all that they could to make sure that my life, although by your standards would have been simple, was filled with riches that only the jungle can give. My toys didn't have batteries and when I had my first ball that was the neatest thing, though getting hit in the head with it hurt..." She paused as she let out a soft chuckle, "It was made of wood."
"Aunya, " The reporter said gently, "Get to the night, the one that changed your life forever, that's the one I want to hear. That's the one I want to write about." His voice was soft and coaxing, trying to bring the tigress a bit closer to the present in her mind's eye.
Shaking her head a moment and looking up eyes glossed over from a few tears welling up. "It's hard, but if you will give me a moment to collect my thoughts, I will tell you..." She spoke softly while wiping away and tears that edge the corners of her eyes. Taking a deep breath and setting herself to tell a story that she had never spoken before. "I was young, the night was clear and the entire village was aglow with the lanterns that hung across the streets from building to building. The lanterns casted a green light over the village that was for the harvest celebration, for us it was what you would see as the fall equinox." She had broke off from the story to add that little bit, mostly for those who didn't understand that her way was the way of the old traditions. Taking another deep breath as she was nearing to that fateful hour, now that she was speaking of that day, "It was one of the few days that parents would allow their children to stay up till the wee hours of the morning. Those wee hours would be the time that the village would be slaughtered."
Reaching for the glass of water to give her a moment to gather her thoughts; bringing the glass to her lips and taking a slow deep drink of the clear liquid. Lowering the glass and setting it on the table as she continued to speak, "The time of the year was warm, it hadn't started to cool off nor had the rains came. It was a perfect time for outsiders to come and visit the village, it wouldn't be the first time that someone had wanted to study us. Little did we know that this group, these males, would be doing more than studying. There was a few dozen of them, all large brutes... Though I do not recall what they were, it's a shame really." Glancing up at the reporter waiting for a nod to continue, letting out a soft sigh as she moved on into the story, "We hadn't seen them, they hand managed to sneak up on the whole village. My mother, the priestess, was the first to glance at the strange reflection that came from the woods that was quickly followed by a clap of thunder and a bright light. My father was the first of many killed that night, a bullet tore through his chest and he fell to the ground. Blood washed over the stones that had been laid for the road, over the food that had just been gathered from the jungle herself."
Aunya's voice turned dark, her voice continuing as her eyes closed, "My mother grabbed me, for then I was only five, nothing more than a puff ball of fur and flesh. She cradled me and ran, more shots fired off and screams started to come from the village. Within the temple my mother hid me away, under the floor that was a place for safe passage. She told me, 'Move to the wall, little Aunya, you will be safe. I will get you when it's safe.' Crawling, under the old stone floors to the small gap in the foundation my mother had pointed out to me not more than a week before, pulling my body though the opening just barely big enough for me to fit into. I hid, the spot I found had a small crack in the wall that I later found was to a small slit from one of the many paintings that covered the walls depicting stories."
Stopping for a moment and looking at the unnamed reporter, "It gets hard to speak of here," Aunya's voice cracked as tears started to roll down her cheeks faster, less controlled. Getting up the moved a gentile paw onto her shoulder and handed her tissues.
"It's alright Aunya, we can keep going if you want. I can see how hard this is for you. I do not want to push you more than you can handle in one night." His voice was soft, caring, gentle even. Giving her a soft hug, though feeling her body stiffen like a bored he sighed, letting her go. "I'm sorry..." He said moving back to his seat.
Setting herself as she closed her eyes, "Two males came into the temple, my mother tried to fight them off. Her weapons made of wood and stone theirs metal and fire. The red tipped barrel of a gun was pressed against my mother's back, the smell of burnt fur and flesh filled the usually sweet temple. They forced her onto her stomach, beating her any time she tried to pull away. That was the first time I ever saw a male, in all his glory..." Her voice broke and her eyes shot open. Taking a few panicked breaths before trying to set herself to continue, " I watched as they both pushed into my mother, her screams and cries of no echoing though the temple as outside the same type of screams and pleading came from other females of the village. The males laughed at my mother, calling her things like a 'whore of a savage' and 'fuck toy'. Though I know now what they meant, then the words just had a cruel ring to them even today they still do."
"Screaming and struggling my mother fought as best as she could, landing a few good deep scratches to the one who was trying to shove his member into her mouth. After that they tired of fighting with her, binding her and continuing using her for their pleasure. My mother's screams and moans filled the night air of the temple. Hours passed as they continued their ravenous use of her body, as the day light slowly neared they finished. Pulling out a wicked looking blade only it run if over my mother's exposed throat." A shudder and a growl came from the tigress as she felt the anger that she had back then come rushing forward. Slamming her body with a feeling she had long put away for the day that if she ever came face to face with those monsters that she could show them the same respect that she showed her family and village.
"Just before the knife made its way over her flesh, my mother looked at me from my hiding spot and whispered the words, 'I love you, daughter, for now and always.' With flesh parting, blood pouring out of my mother's body covering the floor that was once white marble to a sickeningly red-brown color; the smell of copper and iron heavy in the air as the blood pooled around her body. Hearing the men laugh as they tossed her lifeless body to the floor in the ever growing pool of blood before walking out and leaving both my dead mother and I to our fates. Hours passed and the screaming of the village died away followed by the sound of true thunder as the rain clouds came and darkened an already dark day. Flashes of lighten shot across the sky, being my guiding light out of the cellar and into the temple."
Eyes opened wide and a shaky breath as she looked at the reporter, "I walked, though the blood, to my mother's corpse. Kneeling down, still in the sticky blood that covered the floor of my home and my mother's used and battered body. 'Mama! Mama!' I cried into the night shaking her already stiffening form. 'Mama, wake up! Wake up, mama, the sun says wake up!' Crying as I continued to shake her body, knowing, even before I understood that my mother's eyes would never gaze at me lovingly again. Those eyes, the same color as mine, stayed open, cold, lifeless gazing up at me. Laying my head on her blood covered chest I sobbed, snot filled, body shaking sob for hours. Slowly as my mother's body grew cold, I had a small glimmer of hope."
Taking a small pause to get another drink of water, holding the glass in a shaking paw as her heat raced with the same fleeting hope that she had felt at that moment. "The hope was my father maybe he would still be alive. Running as fast as my short legs could carry me I dashed from the temple, leaping over the downed statues, the broken pots, and the sticks that smoldered to where his body had rested from the shot. 'Daddy!' I screamed out as I ran up to him. His body, colder and stiffer then my mother's his fleshed cleaned of the blood that had dried against his fur. Leaning down closing his eyes and crying out into the early morning, sobbing and soaked I lay on the ground against his body. 'Daddy, wake up. Please, wake up!' I begged to no one and to anyone who would listen."
Now Aunya cried as she finished that small, small chapter in her life. Setting the shaking up down on the table trying to ease her nerves. "I-I don't know if I can continue the story tonight, we may have to try again tomorrow. After I have calmed down from this; it has been years since I have said anything dealing with my life and where I come from. I try to keep it hidden away, locked away from those who I have befriended over the few weeks I have been here in the city, from my darkened world." Her voice shook a bit but that was all.
The reporter smiled and nodded. "I understand, now... lets go get that meal I promised you and get you a place to sleep for the night so that nothing will happen to you." The wolf spoke softly and packed up his things, leading the tigress who was dressed in a simple leather skirt and a leather top from the bar and down the road.