This is sort of a collab between me and my good friend NazcaPilot: I wrote the story, but Nazca is the one responsible for the overall concept.
Enjoy!!
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I’ve always been quick on my feet, but not even I could keep up with how fast everything was going.
The river through Gong Men City was being blocked solid by the violent chaos that had ensued ahead of us. Our boats where all screeching to a halt, bumping one by one into the other, almost throwing me off my balance: so many of my pack where up front getting their faces pounded inward by China’s legendary warriors, the Furious Five, the Kung Fu Council, all under of the leadership of the Dragon Warrior. Plushie.
“Fire!! Fire at them!!” that crazy bird was giving me an earache, I stood and looked on as my pack fought in vein against the kung fu warriors, a flaming torch in hand, ready to fire the canon.
“But sir, we’ll kill our own!!”
“I said FIRE AT THEM!! FIRE!!”
He wants me to take out our allies? My pack…?
“No.”
After that, everything just went blank. The last thing I remember seeing is the face of my master, Lord Shen, as it began to gleam a murderous glow…
The only hint to my current situation was a sharp pain digging into my neck, the rest of my body felt almost desensitized. Despite the discomforting pain in my neck, I felt oddly relaxed.
I didn’t think I would ever be opening my remaining eye again, and yet, a vague light was making itself known to my vision. Was I dead? Was this my passing? No, this was sunlight.
I began to regain feeling in my body again; the first thing I felt was a damp sensation, all over me, like I’d just been dunked in a bath. Everything felt smothered in something soft and slightly scratchy, something warm…but scratchy, very scratchy.
I felt something constricting my neck. I instinctively made my first movement, lifting my arm from under the soft scratchy thing to get a feel of what was half-strangling me.
Several strips of something rough, I could feel, slightly sticky too.
“Oh, thank goodness”
I was slightly started when the sound of a woman’s voice spoke up, a soft voice that could melt butter.
“I’m so relieved to see you awake at last”
I pushed myself up, off of what looked like at first sight, a bamboo sofa, and I looked down at the foot of it at the source of the voice: a short, fluffy rabbit, holding in her stubby arms a bowl of soup.
She smiled at me caringly. It’s been a while since anybody last looked at me like that…
“Where…” I gasped out a single word before realizing I could barely speak, my vibrating vocal cords caused another painful twinge to shoot down my throat.
“Take it easy on your voice…” the rabbit softly warned me, “I don’t know how you gained that nasty cut, but it’s a good thing it was too low down to cause any serious harm”.
“A cut…?” wait, that’s right, after I defied Shens order, that sadistic psychopath flung a blade at me, got me right here…I remember now.
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More coming soon.
