Legends of Belariath

Flix

Flix has no last name, just Flix, the only name formally given to him. The kitten stands roughly 5’2” and is rather scrawny.Layers of darkish brown fun covered a majority of his form, his face and chest of a beige shade.Unruly bangs tinted reddish to the otherwise brown hang low over his eyes.But the most striking features of this catling are his big woeful emerald eyes.He is usually wearing nothing than a pair of ragged green shorts, but also bears a tyro ring and a key about his neck.

Flix was born just before the dead of summer in a manner of a well-to-do noble known to all as Lord Rakth.The Lord was known as a fierce and strict war veteran who held a very strict grip on his subjects.Flix and his mother, Lazyles, had the misfortune of living as house slaves at the manor.To add to their misfortune, Rakth had a certain hatred for flee-ridden, mangy furballs called catlings.Flix never knew his father.Not long before Flix’s birth, his father Kirel was executed before his wife and many other slaves, serving as yet another example for trying to find a means of escape.He wanted Lazyles and himself to be free for the first and only child’s birth.But the crafty feline was not crafty enough to succeed, and for that, he paid with his life.Lazyles took up her husbands goal to ensure her child had a free life, away from the torture and abuse of the Lord Rakth.

Lazyles was a kitchen wench, and spend her days washing and scrubbing.Flix, having spent his childhood in the kitchen with his mother, was granted a special task when he was of able age: serving tea to the Lord Rakth himself. From this Flix learned much about tea ceremonies and punctuality, and of course, severe consequences for screwing up.And screwing up was precisely what the catling managed to do on a frequent basis.Whenever Flix made the slightest of errors in his Master’s presence, harsh beatings were to follow.Time after time Flix suffered blow after blow, receiving all the aggression Rakth had pent up.Because of this violent upbringing, the kittens brain was damaged slightly, which is part responsible for his stutter and paranoia.

In the little free time he had, for instance when the Lord was absent from his manor, Flix found himself wandering the rider Dragon* pens, and even managed to find a sort of fraternity with a few of them.(*not full sized Dragons, more like smaller dragons bred and trained for riding in battle)Of all the things Flix has been afraid of, dragons were not one of them, and since then, the impressible catling has always has an affinity for the winged reptilians.

Then, one fateful day when Flix was around 13 years old, Lazyles and her son made their move.It was in the middle of the night, and catlings woke and stalked out from their corner in the storage room.The plan was to sneak out of the Manor to the dragon grounds, and crawl through a tiny hole in the ground Flix had been working on during the days.As they were crossing the grounds, there were unexpected patrol guards awake and alert.Plan B: Lazyles create a distraction, any thing that came to mind.Flix was to dive for the hole and sprint to the forest.He never saw what his mother had done.All he knew is that he never saw her again…

As instructed, Flix darted for the cover of the woods, before any of the guards could open the gates to chase the kitten.Once sufficiently in the forest, Flix scaled a tree and laid there silent all night, and most of the next day.He traveled by night only, putting as much distance between the manor and himself as he could.His mother told him so often that once he had escaped, to avoid the towns, as there would be guards and bounty hunters watching for him.Flix had learned that lesson well.

Of course, Flix had never lived in the wild, and gross grossly unskilled at hunting anything but small game, a mouse or squirrel or rabbit, but most of those were by chance.So when hunger or thirst became too much to bare, he would venture into the nearest town, and not speak to anyone.He would find a tavern or a café and steal what he could, mostly food, sometimes money to buy food.

For several years Flix lived this way, avoiding all contact with humanoid kinds, thieving and rarely staying in one place for too long.His language skills, which were never that great to begin with, deteriorated along with his social skills, only to be replaced with paranoia and skittishness.This was his life until he stumbled on to the Lonely Inn, just another tavern to hit up for food before disappearing into the woods again.Though, there was something oddly alluring about this place.Perhaps it was just amount of trouble he ended up getting into in the first few weeks, the near death experience of getting his throat slit, and then healed out of the shear courtesy of the other patrons.Or perhaps it was the numerous crushes he had on the some of the others.But for the first time in years… he found himself comforted and loved.

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