Draft #275
I cannot ever do this without him, I can't, I can't, I
Draft #278
This is not happening this cannot be real this is just a dream I am dreaming
Draft #279
Please let it be a dream
Draft #280
I had always thought the Vokkrus to be the most merciless being in the Universe until I met the Outkasts
I hate them. I hate them I hate them I hate them
I will show them no mercy just as they have shown me
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Kohgrash.
"Ehyoo," Kohgrash chittered to him as he came up the stairs, baring his teeth in a smile as he proudly stood on top of - were those his sheets?
"What are you up to now?" Rulshkka asked him, peering at the platform of sheets the critter had tied to his couch and low table.
Kohgrash vocalized and chattered on and on about whatever concoction he had crafted up, gesturing wildly and having such a silly expression on his face that Rulshkka could do nothing but bask in it.
His Kohgrash.
"We-e-ell, I don't think that's how you're supposed to do it," Kohgrash said dryly, voice not quite the low tenor he grows into.
"Okay," Rulshkka found himself replying, amusement curling in his chest. The crayon was comically tiny in his claws. "You are the coloring master, now?"
"Obviously." Kohgrash held up his sloppy picture of a colored house. It was ugly as sin. "This is a masterpiece. Easily trumps Picasso."
"What is a Picasso?"
His Kohgrash who was -
"Thruul, come on, I'm sorrrry, please have mercy on me!" Kohgrash begged, sprawled out on the floor. Rulshkka watched with glee as Thruul simply pushed him away with his foot. Kohgrash latched onto his leg like a limpet. "I didn't mean to spill it!"
"You shouldn't have ran through the kitchen," Thruul replied huffily, but Rulshkka could tell there was a tiny smile creeping onto his face.
Who was -
NO! The Spirits screeched, lunging for -
Rulshkka was going to be sick.
His claws ripped through the vines like it was paper. He heard rather than felt one of his legs crack as the vine tightened around him as hard as it could.
Rulshkka didn't know how he got loose. One of his claws burned and he could feel warmth dripping down his hand. He stumbled, ran to the window to -
to jump after him, to catch him, to hold him -
His -
It was as if the entire Universe slowed down. He saw everything. Rulshkka saw the way the Spirits reached for his Kohgrash.
The way they missed.
The way Kohgrash became nothing more than a speck against the Kindred. And then nothing more.
His Kohgrash.
Screaming shot through his ears like a gun, his throat tore and tore, and it took a long time to realize that Rulshkka was the one screaming.
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The Autobiography Of An Alien
Science Fiction!! Sequel to In Search of Home. If you haven't read that, you'll be a little confused! !! After the humans invaded - somewhat; it was his fault, really - his planet, they left a gaping hole in his heart. It took the form of one Kohgrash. Rulshkka ha...
