I'm paying a lot of attention to grammar, so let me know if(when) I make a mistake. I decided to write a fiction to improve my grammar in the first place. Mastery comes with practice, was it? You may go as far as telling me what grammar sections should I learn\revise. English is not my first language as you already guessed. Please, keep in mind that your cooperation may improve quality of this fiction and make bunny gods happy.
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It’s been a couple of days since I entered this world, it’s hard to say for sure since I sleep most of the time. All I can say is that my new world is beautiful beyond price. It’s so magnificent that I don’t even know where to start. First thing I noticed to be different from my old world is the air. I started to rush air through my lungs even before opening my eyes. I breathed so deep my lungs got tired. I’m a baby, even breathing may be tiring right now. Rich aroma of hundreds of flowers, leaves, grasses played a symphony of smells on my nose. I spent my first day trying to get used to it. The second thing to get used to was noise. It’s always noisy here…rustles and creaks, voices of birds and creatures that leave around. Sometimes I think I hear bugs hustling under the bark. To keep things short, this world is full of life that never sleeps. I woke up during the night many times, and discovered that the forest is as lively during the day as it is in the night. That reminded me, that I’m alive too. Realization finally sank in and made me so excited I couldn’t fall asleep for two hours and troubled my mother quite a bit, sorry mom. Another discovery may be strange but I can see in the dark, I’ll come back to that later.
Next, my home is basically a hut on a tree, quite high upon the ground, if my estimate is correct. All the furniture is made of wood. Craftsmanship is quite primitive, but it feels alright, our house blends into surroundings well. We live in a dence rain forest. By “we” I mean myself, my mother and my tribe.
On the second day after my birth mother took me outside to show me to some strict looking man. Was that the chief? Now that I think about it, he had two spearman as an escort, so he must be someone important. Anyway, he was dressed like a warrior with tribal tattoos covering his skin and armor. His hair was black with gray stripes here and there and from his hair sticked out two rounded cat ears. Something like puma would have. That felt weird until I looked at anyone present and figured anyone has cat ears. You may think I should have noticed earlier, since my mother is also a beastwoman, as am I, but I always looked at my mother from a very close range. Also, her bust is impressive so there is only this much I could see while being breastfed. I shall say couple more words about my mother while I’m at it. She’s very kind and caring middle aged cutie. Her hair is white and her eyes are burning red. It’s hard to look away when she stares at me. Pretty nose with slightly upturned tip, smooth skin, bow-shaped lips. I kinda want to look like her too. There is large scar on her cheek that ends near her jaw. It surely damaged her beauty, but not destroyed it. I don’t know if she is also a warrior, but she looks fierce and strong for sure. She would lick me from time to time and likes to touch me with the tip of her nose. Ain’t that cute? Oh, her milk is the testiest th….no, forget that, it’s personal.
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Let’s get back to strict looking uncle from earlier. He and my mother had a short conversation all the while people were gathering around us. I knew like ten languages in my past life, but this one is way above my comprehension. Aside from normal words it consists growls, purrs, sometimes hisses. Later I discovered that movements of ears and tail also play huge role. I failed to mention that we have tails too, the color of it usually corresponds to the color of our hair. When the talk was finished I was picked up by said uncle. He lifted me higher and showed me to gathered crowd while saying something with loud strong tone. After short speech people started to howl and growl to the skies, then gave way to old looking silver bearded grandpa. He looked intensely at me from all sides before our eyes met. I liked the commotion. It was the first time for me to be in the centre of attention, being selfish was my decision after all. I also liked his scent. I stared at him and he stared back. We stared at each other until the crowd got dead silent.
“ №:%:»);()%*?% ?*%:*№ %)»»_):?*»!2, Akillah“ These were his words as he handed me back to mother,turned around and left.
From that day I was known as Akillah. And yeah, I have mentioned I’m a girl, right? There is a lot on my mind lately, many stresses and unexpected revelations, but being a girl is kind of too much. As if seeing four winged birds, pink colored leaves and silver colored fruits, having tail, ears and slit irises wasn’t enough. I promised to keep my mind open, though…..well, let’s see where my road will take me this time….lest see..zzz-zzzzz-zzzzzzzz.
Galena’s POV
“My baby girl fell asleep soon after the ritual, my poor kitty. I think I’m gonna eat this child of mine.” I thought while leaving the house. “How can any creature be that lovely and smell so good? My fate was kind to me.” Huh? A visitor?
“Elder Shanahan, what brings you here at this hour? Do you want to take another look at Akillah?” As expected of my lovely daughter. Even elder Shanahan can’t resist her.
“Evening Galena, how have you been?” He asked casually. I knew he doesn’t need my answer and stayed silent.
“There is something that keeps bothering me, Galena…” he waited a little bit, then added ”…..your child.”
“Is there something wrong with her?“
“No”
“Then I don’t understand what do you mean, honorable elder.”
“She has a strong fate. Very strong. Too strong for one person, in fact”
A worrisome statement. I don’t know much about ways of magic and fate, but I know what strength mean. Strength is forged in risk. The stronger you are, the more dangerous predators gather in the dark. Also, she was never safe for another, more explicit reason...
“I would have been cautious even without you telling me, elder Shanahan. You know my… special conditions. Is there something else I need to know?”
“I felt that her fate has something to do with humans……something to do with them….can’t put my finger on it.” He mumbled thoughtfully. “Bring her to me when she is five. We shall see then. Take care.” He got up and scurried away. Quick to come and leave as always, huh?
“Thank you, elder” I said to no one, as elder was too far already. I shall be watchful.