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Just a little something to show that I'm still alive. I wont be able to work on any of my normal stories until I get my computer (and all my notes on it) back. Don't you just hate when that happens? Once again the story is based in my and Anthony's After Collapse Universe. I designed this character just for him (after my failed birthday attempt for him), but he didn't seem to dislike this one though. Hope yall like.
Calypsia is © to Anthony Annonymous Writer and myself.
Toby is also one of my own creations.
Enjoy the little… whatever this is
I Hate Carrots
By Cobalt Raccoon (コバルトラクーン)
To make a long story short, I hate carrots.
Don't get me wrong. They are a delicious and healthy snack. I just hate them. There's no reason for me to. When I see them, I just get such a craving to bite down on one. To just suck the cool and sweet juices out or even chew on it's scraping for hours on end. I know it's weird… the way I eat the vegetable. If it were anything else, I'd just wolf it down. That's why I hate carrots.
Worse off, it's pretty much anything that has a carrot in it… I just can't… resist them. I hate them so much, but I just have to savor them. Who knows when I..'d see another one. Oh, the joyful shutter of just munching away at a carrot… Look at me! I'm drooling while just thinking about the stupid roots. Even as I write this. I want it to stop, but I just can't resist them.
Why! Why must I be cursed to love something that I hate so much! It's not my fault! It's my DNA. That has to be the reason! There's no other explanation for it. Both of my parents were vegetarians, so it must be in my DNA. Even when I was a baby, I had to have carrots. It wasn't just because it was the one vegetable that both my parents enjoyed on a normal basis. I refused to eat anything else. Just imagine it. A little baby me sucking on a raw carrot. For crying out loud, I didn't even have teeth yet!
They're just so… delicious!
Orange really is my color though, but that's not because my obsession with these things had turned my hair and skin that color. No… My parents made certain that I had a healthy diet of all the food groups (except meat, of course) long before that happened. It's just a color that naturally looks good on me. Who knows why. I don't mind that…
Still, here I am before you now, a carrot lover and hating it.
Now for the long story…
My name is Toby Kaiser Cottontail. I'm a "half-breed". Well, not really… I have a bit of donkey on my mother's side, but besides that she's a full breed horse. Don't bother asking me what breed she is. I don't really know or care, but I'll give you a hint. She's certainly not a clydesdale. My father, however was a rabbit. A normal everyday brown (sometimes white) furred, bushy tailed rabbit. A rabbit that makes my mother extremely happy, especially in the bedroom. It's a wonder that I'm an only child. Well, not really considering the chances of a being like me being born are miraculously high. Just my luck right? At least it makes it easier to tell what qualities I got from both of them.
I certainly got my long hair and chestnut coloring from my mother. Almost everything else is from my father, including my bushy tail. My eyes are certainly from my father. I don't know of any horse that has bright red eyes like mine. They say that rabbits with red eyes signifies some bigger decease, but I'm not worried. I'm extremely healthy. My eyes are completely natural, but tend to frighten people. Thank god for eye color changing contact lenses. I can't really say the same for my teeth though. I didn't exactly inherit either of my parent's teeth sets. People tend to become uneasy when they see a rabbit without the obvious buck tooth grin.
My hands and feet are mostly rabbit in form, but I find it very difficult to keep my nails short. It's not like I don't try. They're just so hard to file down every single week. And yes, you read that right. I have to file them, I've yet to find a pair of trimers that could properly cut them. I still feel sorry for my mother for having my "little" rabbit nails in her womb. It's no wonder I don't have a little baby brother or sister. I'm still wondering how they can get so sharp.
The best part about being a half-breed are the benefits. Not just the financial perks, mind you. (As we all know that half-breeds like me get government grants to insure my physical health, despite my obvious lack of aliment.) No, I mean that I'm a natural athlete on the track. I may not be as fast as some furs out there, but I can really move in crowed areas. I really should consider freerunning for fun. But doing so means that I'll have to go to the cities. Big cities, far from our rural home. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I love my home more than anything… okay, almost anything… (Stupid carrots!…) But I certainly don't hate it the least bit.
Other parts of the country aren't as caring for furs like me. Some even consider us abominations and they're not completely wrong. Even I feel like a freak of nature sometimes. I'm just glad that I got most of my looks from my father. Not that I'm ashamed of my mother. God, I know she's reading this, but she can get sort of sensitive of what I say about her. It's just that if I was anymore like her, then I couldn't blend in with society as well as I do.
Sure, I'm a bit of a mother's boy. If you were in my size 35 shoes, wouldn't you be? She supported me go into the city. Not one of the major cities like Thyas or Colliopollis, but somewhere smaller. Kernal City seemed like a good place to start. When I was old enough to live on my own, I had saved up enough money to buy a bus ticket and rent out a small apartment for a whole year without a job. You know, just in case… Okay, so the money that was meant to insure my health was gathering dust. I had to use it on something already. I even got my own Catalyst, but more on that a little later.
When the day finally came, my parents saw me off at the bus station. I couldn't tell if my mother was proud of me or sad that I was leaving. It didn't matter because she was crying so hard. My father assured her that I was a big boy now and perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I really could. We all knew it, but that didn't prevent empty nest syndrome from settling in. Not just with mom either. Dad kept at least one hand on me at all times. It would be less awkward if I wasn't taller than him by a whole head (ears not withstanding).
When the time finally came, Dad gave me one last hug before handing me over to my mother. She held her baby one last time for three whole minutes. Those were the longest three minutes of my life, but I didn't mind. Especially after she gave me one last gift. A very small box that was wrapped with a crimson string. I wanted to open it right away, but the bus was literally about to depart. I watched my parents wave at me good-bye long after I was seated. I wouldn't be surprised if they stayed there for another hour.
I certainly didn't stop looking back until my hometown was out of sight. I felt this wave wash over me. I'm not sure what that feeling was. I didn't think much about it. The driver announced on the speaker that that Catalysts should now be active. None of us argued with the driver's request. (Especially, considering he was a Furry himself.)
Catalysts were required for those who visited the cities. It's nothing personal against us Furies, but some of us could do a lot of damage if we wanted to. When I first tried out my human skin, I was surprised to find that I really didn't look that much different. Catalysts suppress my furry traits, but I still looked like me somehow. It's hard to explain to anyone really. Same chestnut hair, the same red eyes (sort of) and same flat teeth. Albeit, my eyes hurt from the shift. My contacts had trouble staying in when I changed. Mom even said that non-furry me was rather hansom, but she's my mom. She's supposed to think that, even if I was muddy and covered in fleas.
Still, the best way to describe how it feels is… well, different. I'm not exactly weaker because I don't have any powers to suppress (that I know of). Although, I do feel deafer than normal, a little warmer too. I hadn't shrunk in size (excluding my ears), but my feet weren't nearly as big. I wiggled my itty bitty toes and laughed at the fact that I still needed them filed down. I'd also have to remember to get some human shoes for my new form. It would have to be the first store that I went to. Which reminded me of the box Mom gave me. I hadn't put it away at all, so I'm not sure how I forgot that it was still in my hand.
Untying the string, I removed the lid of the box. What was inside made me both want to laugh and cry profanities that I knew would have gotten me thrown off the bus. I was smart enough to just snicker at the little trinket. Inside was a chain neckless (easily adjustable for shifting) with a carrot shaped pendent. My folks knew about my feeling towards carrots, so I just took it as a little poke of fun. I should probably give them a call when I get to the city instead of shoe shopping…
Calypsia is © to Anthony Annonymous Writer and myself.
Toby is also one of my own creations.
Enjoy the little… whatever this is
I Hate Carrots
By Cobalt Raccoon (コバルトラクーン)
To make a long story short, I hate carrots.
Don't get me wrong. They are a delicious and healthy snack. I just hate them. There's no reason for me to. When I see them, I just get such a craving to bite down on one. To just suck the cool and sweet juices out or even chew on it's scraping for hours on end. I know it's weird… the way I eat the vegetable. If it were anything else, I'd just wolf it down. That's why I hate carrots.
Worse off, it's pretty much anything that has a carrot in it… I just can't… resist them. I hate them so much, but I just have to savor them. Who knows when I..'d see another one. Oh, the joyful shutter of just munching away at a carrot… Look at me! I'm drooling while just thinking about the stupid roots. Even as I write this. I want it to stop, but I just can't resist them.
Why! Why must I be cursed to love something that I hate so much! It's not my fault! It's my DNA. That has to be the reason! There's no other explanation for it. Both of my parents were vegetarians, so it must be in my DNA. Even when I was a baby, I had to have carrots. It wasn't just because it was the one vegetable that both my parents enjoyed on a normal basis. I refused to eat anything else. Just imagine it. A little baby me sucking on a raw carrot. For crying out loud, I didn't even have teeth yet!
They're just so… delicious!
Orange really is my color though, but that's not because my obsession with these things had turned my hair and skin that color. No… My parents made certain that I had a healthy diet of all the food groups (except meat, of course) long before that happened. It's just a color that naturally looks good on me. Who knows why. I don't mind that…
Still, here I am before you now, a carrot lover and hating it.
Now for the long story…
My name is Toby Kaiser Cottontail. I'm a "half-breed". Well, not really… I have a bit of donkey on my mother's side, but besides that she's a full breed horse. Don't bother asking me what breed she is. I don't really know or care, but I'll give you a hint. She's certainly not a clydesdale. My father, however was a rabbit. A normal everyday brown (sometimes white) furred, bushy tailed rabbit. A rabbit that makes my mother extremely happy, especially in the bedroom. It's a wonder that I'm an only child. Well, not really considering the chances of a being like me being born are miraculously high. Just my luck right? At least it makes it easier to tell what qualities I got from both of them.
I certainly got my long hair and chestnut coloring from my mother. Almost everything else is from my father, including my bushy tail. My eyes are certainly from my father. I don't know of any horse that has bright red eyes like mine. They say that rabbits with red eyes signifies some bigger decease, but I'm not worried. I'm extremely healthy. My eyes are completely natural, but tend to frighten people. Thank god for eye color changing contact lenses. I can't really say the same for my teeth though. I didn't exactly inherit either of my parent's teeth sets. People tend to become uneasy when they see a rabbit without the obvious buck tooth grin.
My hands and feet are mostly rabbit in form, but I find it very difficult to keep my nails short. It's not like I don't try. They're just so hard to file down every single week. And yes, you read that right. I have to file them, I've yet to find a pair of trimers that could properly cut them. I still feel sorry for my mother for having my "little" rabbit nails in her womb. It's no wonder I don't have a little baby brother or sister. I'm still wondering how they can get so sharp.
The best part about being a half-breed are the benefits. Not just the financial perks, mind you. (As we all know that half-breeds like me get government grants to insure my physical health, despite my obvious lack of aliment.) No, I mean that I'm a natural athlete on the track. I may not be as fast as some furs out there, but I can really move in crowed areas. I really should consider freerunning for fun. But doing so means that I'll have to go to the cities. Big cities, far from our rural home. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I love my home more than anything… okay, almost anything… (Stupid carrots!…) But I certainly don't hate it the least bit.
Other parts of the country aren't as caring for furs like me. Some even consider us abominations and they're not completely wrong. Even I feel like a freak of nature sometimes. I'm just glad that I got most of my looks from my father. Not that I'm ashamed of my mother. God, I know she's reading this, but she can get sort of sensitive of what I say about her. It's just that if I was anymore like her, then I couldn't blend in with society as well as I do.
Sure, I'm a bit of a mother's boy. If you were in my size 35 shoes, wouldn't you be? She supported me go into the city. Not one of the major cities like Thyas or Colliopollis, but somewhere smaller. Kernal City seemed like a good place to start. When I was old enough to live on my own, I had saved up enough money to buy a bus ticket and rent out a small apartment for a whole year without a job. You know, just in case… Okay, so the money that was meant to insure my health was gathering dust. I had to use it on something already. I even got my own Catalyst, but more on that a little later.
When the day finally came, my parents saw me off at the bus station. I couldn't tell if my mother was proud of me or sad that I was leaving. It didn't matter because she was crying so hard. My father assured her that I was a big boy now and perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I really could. We all knew it, but that didn't prevent empty nest syndrome from settling in. Not just with mom either. Dad kept at least one hand on me at all times. It would be less awkward if I wasn't taller than him by a whole head (ears not withstanding).
When the time finally came, Dad gave me one last hug before handing me over to my mother. She held her baby one last time for three whole minutes. Those were the longest three minutes of my life, but I didn't mind. Especially after she gave me one last gift. A very small box that was wrapped with a crimson string. I wanted to open it right away, but the bus was literally about to depart. I watched my parents wave at me good-bye long after I was seated. I wouldn't be surprised if they stayed there for another hour.
I certainly didn't stop looking back until my hometown was out of sight. I felt this wave wash over me. I'm not sure what that feeling was. I didn't think much about it. The driver announced on the speaker that that Catalysts should now be active. None of us argued with the driver's request. (Especially, considering he was a Furry himself.)
Catalysts were required for those who visited the cities. It's nothing personal against us Furies, but some of us could do a lot of damage if we wanted to. When I first tried out my human skin, I was surprised to find that I really didn't look that much different. Catalysts suppress my furry traits, but I still looked like me somehow. It's hard to explain to anyone really. Same chestnut hair, the same red eyes (sort of) and same flat teeth. Albeit, my eyes hurt from the shift. My contacts had trouble staying in when I changed. Mom even said that non-furry me was rather hansom, but she's my mom. She's supposed to think that, even if I was muddy and covered in fleas.
Still, the best way to describe how it feels is… well, different. I'm not exactly weaker because I don't have any powers to suppress (that I know of). Although, I do feel deafer than normal, a little warmer too. I hadn't shrunk in size (excluding my ears), but my feet weren't nearly as big. I wiggled my itty bitty toes and laughed at the fact that I still needed them filed down. I'd also have to remember to get some human shoes for my new form. It would have to be the first store that I went to. Which reminded me of the box Mom gave me. I hadn't put it away at all, so I'm not sure how I forgot that it was still in my hand.
Untying the string, I removed the lid of the box. What was inside made me both want to laugh and cry profanities that I knew would have gotten me thrown off the bus. I was smart enough to just snicker at the little trinket. Inside was a chain neckless (easily adjustable for shifting) with a carrot shaped pendent. My folks knew about my feeling towards carrots, so I just took it as a little poke of fun. I should probably give them a call when I get to the city instead of shoe shopping…
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