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Misk: The Chirot Raised By Dwarves

Postby Kooky on Tue Feb 24, 2015 9:43 am

In this thread I will be posting tales of Misk's life, giving insight to who he is and why he is as he is. It'll cover different milestones and events of him growing up.
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Dingbat

Postby Kooky on Tue Feb 24, 2015 10:46 am

Dingbat

Things were not easy for Misk, right from the start. He was an androgynous Chirot child growing up in a mountain of Dwarves. He didn't even -look- right for a Chirot, and there was more wrong with him than most even knew.

At the age of four, his wings had grown much faster than the rest of him in a spurt, making them droop on his back from weak muscles and scrape painfully on the ground from just walking. In the Dwarven community of Yuldug Mountain, there were no Chirot buildings or areas for nimble flight, or even lengthy circling. There were also no winged ones, leather, feather, fae or otherwise. Sure there were halfbreed sorts, like Misk's mother Mira who was of Dwarf and Catfolk, but such was really about it.

During this time, many had doubts of Misk being accepted and belonging, even surviving. It was before the fifth year, the year when children face The Forge before the Worldsmith priests, and their life's path changes. The first strike from that forge sets out the guidelines for the child and helps to cement them into the community through a clan. Most in this community in particular were of the Naturalist Clan, including Misk's father. Would the Worldsmith even accept a Chirot into this life? Many had doubts.

None had more doubts than cruel Dwarven children, those of similar age who grew up listening to their parents speak rumors, and learning to assert themselves through the torment of the differences in others. Misk was as different as it got.

"Hey BAT!" Chor called out, a stocky boy built to move mountains larger than the one they all even lived in. He was what Dwarves liked in their children. Chor was strong, able to push buffalo head-on in shows of might and prowess. He was turning five soon, and already had grown fine stubble and shown great promise in the forges of Yuldug.

"Yus?" Misk perked, blinking towards Chor with his bright blue eyes. He was just a small lad-- decidedly male recently. It was hard to tell as his features were lithe and smooth, almost elf-like as he had been compared with such femininity at times. He was a fragile thing, unable to do what other Dwarven children could.. so his mother had him gardening. Even as he gazed at Chor, he was pulling out weeds from the herbs. And even with being called Bat, he still smiled and seemed unaffected.

"We's goin' to the water's fall edge. You wanna come?.." Chor smiled, a sly smile that could make goblin skin crawl.

"R-really??" The Chirot chirped, perked up instantly. He wasn't often invited to go play or such, as he was fragile. Blue eyes turned to the door of his home, then to Chor. "Gotta ask mom.."

"You KNOW what she's gunna say! Come on. You're not all THAT scrawny and runty and breakable. Or are you? We're jus' goin' to toss some rocks to the falls..."

Misk was torn, as he had the chance to play, an invite.. but he'd have to disobey his mom. "I-I-I.."

"Aye! The aye's have it!" Chor took Misk's shoulder and all but dragged the Chirot off!


The Waterfall Edge was a large waterfall that cascaded down between cliffs, just at the edge of their constructed home within the mountain. Its pouring waters worked mills, gears, and large water wheels for sending water where it was needed and likewise tending the forge billows. A small group of eight Dwarven children were there. Among them was Islan. Islan was the son of a Dwarf in the same Clan as Misk's father, and was one of the more humble Dwarves that actually tried to befriend Misk on more than one occasion. He was stout with braided black hair and very round cheeks, skin tan from accompanying his father beyond Yuldug.

"Lookie who I got!" Chor shouted gleefully as he pushed Misk along in front of him, forcing the Chirot boy along.

"Misk?.. Miss Silverstrike let ya come?" Islan was shocked.

"Well not.. kinda.. you see I--" Misk was abruptly cut off.

"'Course she did! I told her we was goin' to help our little bat fly!" Chor announced his intentions.

Bickering and bantering went on, although Misk paid little note even as Islan was standing up for him. The Chirot instead peeked over the cliff edge with wide eyes. Flight was something he often dreamed about, but was also something that terrified his mother. Mira wouldn't even let him try and chided when he did, because he usually got hurt.

"Well?" Islan huffed, looking at Misk suddenly, "Did she?"

Misk broke from his daze, "Did who what?"

"Did your mom say it was okay?... 'Cuz you don't gotta.." Islan stood there, ignoring the snickers and giggles of those behind him, almond gaze on Misk.

"It.. it's okay.." Misk nodded, shifting to his feet. "It's Chor. Mom said it's okay, because it's Chor." And everyone loved Chor. So it made sense.

It was a lie, but for days they tried. For days the other Dwarves thought it was fun to hang Misk from a rope, and take turns seeing who could throw his the highest, or swing him the furthest. Misk was their toy, and Islan knew that.. but he also saw how hard the Chirot flapped and tried, and saw how after time, Misk no longer dragged his wings as the muscles built up. It was actually working it seemed. That was why he didn't stop it. Especially since Misk seemed oblivious he was being used and toyed with, even just happy that he was a part of something.


Then things increased, became bolder. Chor decided that they needed more speed, more height, more lift, more power. That was when Misk was taken to a construction site in town, where towers were being built and there was a large contraption to fling huge stones out a hole in the mountain: the catapault. It was actually called The Slinger, as it wasn't really something of use beyond slinging rocks. It was huge, massive, with a large neck made of wood, with a leather sling basket and all held down by rope and chain. It took all of them, even Misk, to turn The Slinger away from the hole, and towards a bale of hay that they assumed would work for this.

"So, Misk you sit here." Chor explained, putting a melon in the sling. "And we's gunna crank it like so." The group worked, three on each side to crank The Sling's handles and force the basket down into launch position. "Then we's going to help you fly, like this!" Chor kicked the mechanism, and the sling released.

Three Dwarven children flew to the right as the crank whirled and slung them, and two others flew to the left. One held on, screaming shakily as the crank spun with him attached. The neck of The Slinger bolted up, and the melon was sent flying.. flying..

Flying...

Out of sight!

"Lookat! It flew so good you can't even see it no more! And it don't even got wings like you Bat!" Chor beamed.

Misk saw nothing. Not even the melon. In reality, the melon hit a wall and exploded into a million tiny fragments and juice splattered everywhere. "I.. I don't think this is a good idea.."

"'Course it ain't! It's a--" Islan chimed, only to be interrupted by Chor.

"It's a GREAT idea!" Chor exclaimed. As he grabbed Misk by the upper arms and lifted him into the basket, Islan ran off for help.

Things had gone too far.

"We'll even make you all safe and that." Chor nodded, tying a rope about Misk's waist. The rope belonged to a huge roll wound up, so it had to be fine and long.

It happened so quickly. Few even know or understand what all really had gone on. Dwarven children screamed this time as The Slinger swung them, or maybe it was because they saw Islan leading their parents over. Either way, children were flying everywhere.

Then there was Misk, the Chirot child that was there to fly. He went flying alright, screaming as he was catapulted across the construction site. The launch was premature, which saved his life as The Slinger hadn't been cranked to full strength. Misk sailed across the air, flapping his wings and flailing his arms wildly, only to hit the hay bale and be pulled back by the rope attached to his waist. It slung him backwards, down into a well and then pulled him back again. He flew through tower constructs, knocking the bells and mechanisms that sent metal to metal ringing, jarring balance and causing two towers to collapse, each crashing into another and causing further collapse of them hitting others and taking down their wooden building platforms which then took down other sites of building. Misk was jerked back, sent swinging and flailing, the rope ripping clay shingles off rooftops.

When the movement calmed, the construction site was in ruin and so were many buildings and stockpiles. And there was a battered and bruised Misk, tangled in a rope with a broken arm and wing, bouncing up and down among the clattering chimes of fallen bells, his rope attached to a large bell and tangled about the bobber, making it ring as he was the counterweight.

Even as parents rushed and there was shock and awe, Chor's voice rang out from among them.
"Hey look! It's a DINGBAT!"

And Misk oh so well remembers the laughter that ensued even to this day. And the cry of his mother, and the lecture that followed. And the way his father sunk his face into his palm and caressed his temples. And the smell of the stables, which was his punishment to clean for a few weeks after healed up.
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Re: Misk: The Chirot Raised By Dwarves

Postby Tehya on Tue Feb 24, 2015 3:26 pm

This is the best story I have read in a long time. Please continue it...well done.
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