"I have a daughter!", Isaac Gaither, a blond, lightly bearded man with blue eyes and badger ears, cried out in joy as he emerged from the nurse's house. The audience that had gathered, which consisted mostly of Gaithers and friends of the Gaither family, cheered at this news.
"What's her name?", the teacher asked. "Is it Anastasia?"
"C'mon, you know Isaac! He'll come up with a ridiculous name like... Blood-queen or somethin'. Right?", mister Tyler said.
"Yeah, no", Isaac answered his old friend. "Way better than that. Hold thy breath! For my daughter's name shall be..." He built up tension for a second or two. "Flumen Susurri!"
"What? The hell is that kind of name?", his old friend asked.
"Nice try, Isaac", his grandpa said. "Latin for river whisper... Keep it simple this time. You already have twins with weird names. Asarum Controversum and Trillium Sulcatum... Honestly, what were you thinking... How about Risper?", he suggested.
"Fine... Have it your way...", Isaac muttered, clearly disappointed about the non-Latin name. "Risper's cool."
"Dada! Sasa pushed me!", the tiny one-year-old complained as he rushed to his father. "He pushed me and I fell!"
"That not true! The... The ghost did! I saw! The ghost pushed him!", the one-year-old Asarum said, frantically trying to find more excuses.
"Your nose is getting blue, you're lying", Isaac said, tapping his nose. "Don't be so mean to him. You're the oldest, so you have to take care of your younger brother."
"Sorry", he muttered. Trillium let go of his father and grabbed Asarum's hand. Together, they ran off somewhere to continue their play-fight until one of them got hurt again.
"Congratulations with your daughter, Isaac Gaither of the Hunter's Caste", the tribe-leader said. "That she may save our lives someday."
"Oh, that she will. She's a friggin' Gaither, stupid!", Isaac casually told him.
"Must I remind you of the formalities you require to use when talking to me?", he asked.
"Nah, I already know. See, I just view everyone here as friend, even that son-of-a-doofus Tyler."
"I'm right here, just sayin'..."
"Very well. Still, please refrain from casually chatting with your leader in the future", the tribe-leader said in a last desperate attempt to do the impossible.
"I'll consider it, as usual", Isaac answered, crushing the leader's last hopes. He sighed, shook his head, and walked back to his office.
"How's my love-apple doing?", he asked the nurse.
"She is healthy. I won't bore you with medical details, since I know you won't understand half I say, like last time..."
"Sorry, what'd you say?", he joked.
Ignoring the joke, she continued. "Risper has cried, peed, and pooped."
"And the last two are important?", he asked, confused.
"They are. Imagine a Gaither without the ability to poop", she asked, knowing that Isaac needs a special treatment.
He nodded with a serious look on his face, understanding the severity of that.
"Indeed, that would be troublesome...", he muttered. "Thank you very much, nurse. Thanks to you, everyone in this village can poop. I am very grateful for that."
She muttered a "thank you" before showing him to Mystica's (his wife's) room.
"Hey", Mystica weakly said as Isaac walked in.
"Heyo", Isaac answered. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay", she answered.
"Is it okay if we call her Risper?"
"Yes... I like it. Risper is over there." She pointed at the bed next to hers. There was a tiny little body on it. She looked so frigid... She was his. His daughter. His blood in her veins. He decided, he would protect her. No bastard would break her heart without having his bones broken.
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Risper's Story
FanfictionIn the midst of the fight for survival against the Grimm (foul beasts, monsters), which would later be known as the War, there was a village with a girl named Risper. Will this fox-girl survive the War, or even her unhealthy interest in her brother...
