Orphaned Memories
Hello SoFurry! So this is a little snippet of a story I thought I might continue writing if people enjoy it. It's about my Fursona, Lyra, and how she came to be an orphan in Japan. A lot of the basics are explained in my profile description :) I hope it's something you will all enjoy reading, albeit a sad story right now, things will look up for her! I'm new here so if I've made a mistake somehow please forgive me :)
Chapter 1: Remembering
If I had to remember that day, it was always for someone else, never for myself. My ears perked and flicked at the dismal patter of the first drops of rain. I lifted myself rather abruptly, and made for my cave in the mountain nearby. "Now that I think about it, it was raining that day too...," I mumbled to no one in particular.
This happened now and then. Getting this pain in my chest, this feeling of self loathing and pity for something I knew I could never change. I didn't like to be this way, or spend my glorious nighttime hours moping and wallowing. I'd much rather be out hunting with my friends, or exploring those weird places I'd come to know as "cities."
A streak of lightening like a chasm through the morbid sky, and roar of thunder shook the trees outside. I roared, equally loud, in response. I don't want to remember, get out of my head... I thought, a little irritated now._ What's the point? They're gone! Gone, gone, gone, and they can't ever come back!_ At first, I thought the rain at been swept in through the mouth of my cave. I realized quickly I was crying, involuntarily, of course. Only cubs cry for their parents. I thought bitterly.
I rested my muzzle between my paws, as though I had to hide my tears from a presence I couldn't see. Flashbacks started in my head sounded by the ringing of the thunder.
_ "'Orphan,'...Well that's the technical term, maybe not the most, errr, gentle way to put it.," The red panda spoke cautiously, like she was handling a flower. "Oh dear, now don't be upset Lyra!" Her little paws patted my massive ones in solace. "You'll see, dear! You've got Miss Bajuu with you now, and I'm going to take good care of you!"_
_ I nodded solemnly, but I was just a cub. I couldn't stop the tears from coming any more than I could have stopped those humans from taking them from me. Miss Bajuu stared at me with a mixture of determination and sympathy. "Lyra, listen to me," she said softly. "I know this isn't what you...what you wanted dear. But, we can make the best of it. Sound good?" Another emotionless nod._
From that day on, I had lived with Bajuu, in this cave. She really did love me. Protected me. Other cubs used to point and roar with laughted at the sight of me with her kind. I didn't care. They didn't know what I really was, they couldn't even begin to understand what I lost, or how somehow Bajuu had made it bearable.
Another thought struck me out of my memories. Where was Bajuu now? Was she okay? Japan was famous for horrible storms with wind and rain. Bajuu called them "tsunanmis." What if this was a tsunami? My foster mother was getting on in years, I always worried when she was gone.
_ "Gone." That word. It hurt._