Azarian Stories - The bleeding star, Chapter 1st

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Finally! and it comes out with its author having a new found respect for infographists..
I truly didn't expect photoshop to actually require skills. After being stuck on this pond for two months I can tell, I was so wrong!

Anyway, here it comes.

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Chapter first..
Sehri..

He woke up at the first bird chirping nearby.
He didn't look up for his mate for he knew she was gone, he felt betrayed and deeply hurt.

"Lisha, you can't be serious" he mumbled under his fangs.
Whatever, he had a job and he loved it, he certainly wouldn't be missing a day anytime soon and certainly not for something as trivial as a broken heart.
He was a game keeper, patrolling the forest to make sure there is no poaching, which most often consist in killing humans desperatly trying to feed their family or bring them alive to be sold as slaves while their family starves but the latter solution is much less popular among the profession : "a human whose family is starving is not safe to enslave" they jusify.
As far as he was concerned, he preferred to kill them on the spot to avoid the annoyance of them begging for their freedom on the way to the slave market.

You might wonder why would any game-keeper tolerate such annoyance? Well, once the poacher is caught it is considered property of the game-keeper -unless of course if the poacher is an Ashar but such occurence only concern the game-keepers of private hunting territories because Garoth allows the right to any Ashar to hunt within a few miles radius from his home or den and the game-keepers rarely ask them if they are indeed within said few miles radius from their home or den when they meet on the hunting grounds because even though it is part of their job it would be rude to assume a stranger would be breaking the law as it is considered in Azarian culture an insult to one's honor which is often settled by a duel- (*sight* what a long digression, let's resume. "it is considered property of the game-keeper"..) and properties can be sold.. for money, which mostly interest Azaras, the anthropomorphic kind, because the quadrupedal Azaroths or Asharr'osh have very few use of it, let alone interest in it. They'd rather have the meat from the poacher's body than selling the poacher for money to buy Orpashmar : human meat at the market place.
Of course Sehri, as an azaroth, was no exception, if you ask him he would tell you that he prefer fresh meat anyway and has no problem dealing with the guts and bones whatsoever.  
Sehri's fur was of a very dark brown except for his extremities including the tip of his ears, his paws, the tip of his tail, his muzzle -save for the snout- and a particular member of his body which were red. Obviously said "particular member" had no fur on it and was of a very different red than the fur covering the other examples included as part of his extremities. Red can indeed be decieving -: as a primary color, it is supposed to be called magenta but when most people sees magenta they call it red, which is absolutely unfair and the result of a lack of proper education of the chromatic circle- so maybe saying it to be of a dark orange shade would be more accurate because his fur is certainly not magenta and I swear to god that I would track, find and kill anyone that would dare to fanart him with magenta fur. He also had a dark orange chest and belly and had a white or at least very light spot on his chest near his heart which seems to -in conjunction with the title of this story- foreshadow of an imminent grim fate... *hint* *hint*

"Ow! Fuck you! how could you be more cliché!?" The azaroth said in a suprisingly fluent english that he is not meant to know.

Observation : In regard of the ridiculousness of the situation I ask that this interference is not to be considered cannon in this story as part of the plot or for the character as an ability or feat.

May that serve as a lesson to anyone saying deadpool's comic awareness is a legit part of the character, and since It's a very important issue and that I am unfair with my characters, it will not go unpunished :
Thus -as Sehri was walking toward the place where the weekly morning meeting is held every weekly morning to assign each game-keeper the territory he will have to inspect for the week, because the game-keepers were indeed nomadic and lived well to not have a territory of their own.
Of course it helped that they'd often travel in pairs -often mated as it was the case of Sehri and Lisha.. usually- or small groups like one of three brothers from the same litter that Sehri always found particularly annoying as the three siblings took each and every single opportunities to pick on the younger outcast- a bee-hive fell of a branche directly on the head of the unsuspecting quadrupede who was dazed an instant by the impact. Instant in which he didn't realize what was happening which conveniently allowed the furious bees to start attacking the poor creature who -upon realisation- started to run like a mad dog to the nearest pound of water which was.. -should I be anymore of a dick? of course I should!- .. a long way to go.
Of course the bees were already on him and just had to hang on and find their way through the fur or to the numerous scars, where the fur didn't grow back or sparse, in order to inflict the delicate treatment. Some of them tried to bug their way into his ears hoping to reach the brain of the vile creature but mainly just proved their ignorance of mammal anatomy, they were of course stuck soon enough but in their selfless act of heroism, managed to sting the fucker where it would arguably be the most painful.
Little did they know but their sacrifice would play an important part in the development of this story.
Anyway, came the boring moment when the torture would end as Sehri found his way to the much desired pond. But that would be ignoring that I am the worst bastard ever as the bees were indeed water-bees which have the particularity -upon a strange twist of natural selection- to breath underwater as well as profitting from the added pressure to.. Okay that's just bullshit -just like all of superman's adventures- I am messing around, joking -just like all superman's writers- this last part of course shouldn't be considered cannon -just like all of superman's feats-, the concept of water-bees is completely ridiculous -just like superman's costume- and they should obviously not exist.. just like superman. We all know he can't beat Goku, ScrewAttack, Wake up!
So yeah the torture ended, great.. Sehri managed to get rid of the heroic party from which every individuals earned their place into the bee-hive constellation which would make a lot of the castaways and sailor's widows during the next few decades until the compass is invented because of it.
Let it be clear, Hokuto no ken wouldn't have survived it being scarred on his chest or he wouldn't have a chest anymore which would be highly impractical to punch because he wouldn't have pectoral muscles anymore and thus his shoulders would constantly dislocate.
Well at least he felt miserable : He was wet and he barely felt his face anymore as most of his facial muscles went numb but that doesn't mean he was not in pain as even though he didn't feel his face anymore, he could guess it by feeling the numerous bee sting on it.
He resumed his journey toward the meeting, late, the head low and the tail(s) between his legs. He had a feeling he would have a very bad week. Let me tell you his feeling would prove true but He really had no idea.


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Disclaimer :

The universe belongs to the awesome  

So far only two characters are mine, Lisha and Sehri.. well and the bees too but they haven't been given much development, poor little fellas..