A content pirate runs into a strange creature on the streets. He tries to ignore them as best he can but they persist in following him and talking his ear off. He gives in allowing them to follow him. He doesn't know why they care so much or why they may seem so interested but he knows they will grow bored with him eventually. Or will they?

All characters belong to me other than the Moomba Kit which belongs to  LongshotRaven who has given me permission to use this character.

Art By:  bunbun-art

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An Unusual Introduction
Tabitha Thomas
6/12/2021


A tall 6’7” sergal walked the street with his cyan eyes forward and hands in his large pockets. He was in dark jean shorts that had been tattered at the end and seemed to have some cuts and burns in them while his chest was covered by a tucked-in orange button-up with the collar flared out. It was unbuttoned at the top to show a black a-top under it. He rolled the sleeves up and folded them neatly as he slicked back his shoulder-length messy black hair that had white tips. He entered a small shop and gazed around glad there were no other customers. Walking up to the large wooden counter he tapped the small bell there and looked around the multitude of guns, swords, daggers, and other weapons he wasn’t sure the names of. Seeing a sleek feathered female show up he stared at her and looked around.

“I know that look. No there is no ‘MAN’ of the shop. It’s just me bucko! If you don’t like a woman forging the best weapons and armors then you can fuckin leave.” Seeing his confusion and digging in his pockets she saw the paper and took it, “Oh! You’re here for Cap’n Blacktail? No Yudy? Probably too busy going back to shitty ex’s... Fucking hybrids am-I-rite? Alright. I’ll take care of this list. Just wait here.” The magpie took the paper and went through a doorway muttering to herself, “He still has that god-awful old-ass gun? Ugh, surprised it doesn’t jam so much on him but that’s probably because I have to keep fucking fixing it.” She was slamming things around as she was putting together the order.

He tightened his jaw the way she spoke about Yudan but decided not to defend her. He would let that squabble stay between them. Deciding to walk around the shop he gazed over the fine steel and metal that the bird had crafted. Her work did seem well done but the male refused to use anything other than his body. He had trained under several teachers to become the embodiment of a weapon. The fine details in some of her daggers were exquisite. Hearing a box slam upon the wooden front he looked back as she was topping it off with the last bit on the list. It was almost alarming how much she could lift despite her rather short size but then again perhaps she seemed small because he towered over so many.

“Alright, everything is here, champ.” She put her hand out for the payment as her dark orange eyes were locked upon him.

The male placed the currency in her hand which she counted and then nodded to him. He took the wooden crate with the supplies and nodded his head to her before swiftly walking to the door. When he heard her call out to him, he froze at the door and felt a chill run his spine as he slowly looked back and shook his head and lifted the crate in one hand, and held it to his hip. His other hand motioned to his lips and then words coming out and waved his hand to a 0.

“Ugh, great a deaf/mute. Send someone more competent next time!”

His eyebrow twitched as he gritted his teeth. Stepping out he shot daggers at the business sign that she had hanging above the door. With a sinister smirk, his tail whipped back and broke one of the chain links holding her sign up. He swiftly made his way from the shop but found himself at a few dead ends and sighed quietly as he looked for anything to get him high enough to see the dock or bay. Turning a corner, he saw what looked to be a short female being pressed to a wall by what seemed to be two rat thugs. Praying on the weak, was something that Ankor had zero tolerance for. He began to make his way closer but had stopped but a few paces away and stared blankly.

The short cat-like female had brought her elbow back to the first and then when having space, she dropped down and swung her legs out to trip both of them. Bringing down a solid tail to their chest she backed away and grasped the bag at her side before speaking, “And Napoleon Hill then said- Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting!” Upon looking up to the towering sergal, she lifted her bag as if to swing at him.

Ankor was glad that she seemed fine and seeing her take an offensive stance he shook his head taking a step back but then paused seeing the men behind her stir. Moving his tail to in a flicking motion as if pointing out to her. He watched the petite thing move around him and he gazed up to the men and when they had started to draw near his ears lifted and spun then went wide showing off the bright orange and cyan blue in the center. They murmured to each other and then scurried away with fear in their eyes. One thing Ankor had going for him was a reputation that had easily been given away by the markings on his ears. He turned and nodded to the small one and then started to make his way back through the maze of this city. It was clear that he had been lost as he looked both ways and then finally choosing to go in one direction.

The large bright orbs of the small creature followed the sergal with interest and could feel a small throb in their chest from being so close to them. With a tightened fist they made their way after the tall male, “The heart wants what it wants.” They quoted and rounding another corner, their face ran right into the rear-end of the male. Swiftly brushing off the white and yellow sundress there was a polite bow and smile, “Thank you so much for the help back there if only to even make them begone. Ahem, my name is Alexander and you are?” A small head tilt gave a cute glimpse of the girlish features and large fluttering eyes.

Ankor stared down at the strange female and when asking for his name he shook his head and nodded once more continuing but then heard the familiar pace of the shoes. His ears went back as he knew he was being followed. He let out a small sigh and looked over his shoulder and did the ‘follow me’ head gesture.

Giddily the small kit paced to his side, “Oh thank you! Hmm, you have anything with your name on it?” Watching his long tail go to a pocket and pulled out a thin wallet. “Oh! Let’s see.” Digging into their bag, they produced glasses and placed them on and gazed over the wallet at the ID, “Ankor Sarsae? Wait, as in sarsi and sarsaparilla?” Seeing him look away but nod there was a chuckle, “Well that’s adorable. If that’s what you drink no wonder your coat looks so, sheik.” Deciding to pry further in the wallet there were no photos but there was a folded piece of paper that was older, “What’s this? A secret message?” Seeing him pause and shake his head and try to use his tail to stop them from reading it. “Is it that embarrassing? Hmm?” Looking at the paper their footsteps stopped as they read the verses down the page and removing the glasses they wiped tears, “That was absolutely beautiful. You write poetry and you’re a pirate. So, you were trying to get back to the docks. Come on Sarsae; I’ll lead you there.”

Ankor still felt ashamed as he hadn’t let anyone read the poem from his wallet as it had been rather personal. He was at least glad this lass could lead him out of the maze of this city. Next time, he wouldn’t do any extra errands upon arrival so he wouldn’t get lost. He felt eyes on him and looked down seeing the short one now going on about poetry such as Edgar Allen Crow and Robert Frostpaw. When being asked if he knew of them, he shook his head and had jumped to the side lightly when being yelled at. It would seem that the kit saw him as a disgrace for not knowing them considering he wrote poetry.

“Oh wow, when you blush it’s beautiful.” The kit admired the small bit of color on his dark fur and noted that his gaze was quick to avert.

Ankor felt his fur go on end and when they came to the town center, he could see the dock in the distance. A small sigh of relief as he nodded in thanks and continued towards the dock. His ears could still hear the clacking of the small shoes and looked overseeing the female frame there and them going on about wanting to go on a new adventure and start something better and bigger than themself. It was admirable but the pirate life was no place for such a small, young woman. Sure, she could hold her own on the streets but at sea, it was a whole different story. He would allow her to wave him off. His large hand-like toes walked across the wooden planks as he listened then when at the ship he whirled around at the last remark. He stared dumbfounded at this girl.

“Cmon! Let me come! I can cook, clean, organize and read. Let me come on an adventure.”

Ankor slowly set the crate down and crossed his arms in an ‘x’ hoping that it was easy to understand. Seeing the stamp of their foot he placed out his hand open and palm up.

With excitement, their hand went into his finding the large warm hands comforting. But their expression quickly changed from joy to pout as Ankor had traced the word ‘no’ on the extended palm. “Fine. But Ankor, when you return to land again, can I come to see you and will you tell me about your travels?” Seeing a nod they turned and waved, “Meet me here next time you dock; I’ll look for you. Safe travels.” A happy skip away and she fell into the crowd with others.

Ankor bent to get the crate and then saw a book atop the ammo boxes. Going up the ramp he placed the ammo downstairs in the ammo room and looked over the black book with fine silver trim. It was a copy of Edgar Allen Crow’s book. A faint smile on his lips; it had been ages since receiving a gift as such. He doubted he would ever see the girl again but it was still a nice thought overall.


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