Friend and a town
"Ack!" You leapt away from the sudden voice breaking the silence on your opposite side. "What the heck? Who are you?" Your eyes found the speaker, a mirror of your strange form, though his fur was midnight black with the dusty sheen of dirt muting its glossy shine. His hands hung loose at his sides, knuckles all torn and bloodied.
"My name isn't important-" he grunted, voice gruff and deep. "You're exposed. You freshly spawned or a respawn?"
"Spawned? Respawned? What?" you blinked, overwhelmed with his familiarity and speed as he shot off his questions. "Who are you?!"
"I'm just another player, like you. All the citizens of Zared."
"Zared?" you asked, realizing you'd have to start walking to keep up with the other chakat. Your legs stumbled together, kicking the front feet with the back as you struggled to the find the rhythm.
"Zared, Trap... Our town." He glanced over one shoulder, rolling his eyes at your stumbling. "We don't have all day! Get a move on!"
"Where are we even going?"
"Zared! Town! Night is coming! We have to be in the town at night to protect everything and for protection! You will learn as we have learned-"
Scrambling to keep up, you stumbled clumsily behind the other centauroid feline. Your feet feel too big. You body is unwieldy and differently balanced. Your feet seem to kick up dust with every step which sprays into the air, clogging the air around you.
With every step that you made, every foot the pair of you made it, the darker the sky grew. Shadows began to multiply and fade inwards, narrowing the line of vision until only a thin tunnel of fleeting light seemed to fill the space only the very nearest to you.
Only then did you stumble onto the edge of the town the nameless guide had mentioned. A decrepit sign staked into the earth, marking out a 'town' though no buildings truly supported the claim. "Where's the town?" you shouted, struggling to hear your voice over a rising, mounting wind whistling all around.
The other chakat only waved his hand, gesturing at a few rough lean-tos constructed from thin trees and piled grasses. You scowled, seeing a cluttering of familiar copies of your shared, oversized body shape. "That's it?"
"Yes, and it will be even less if you do not prepare yourself to fight!"
As if on cue, a horrifying shriek broke through the air. One of the other feline's had lunged backwards suddenly from the attacking claws of a massive, shadowy monster.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 29 November 2016
