Writing Exercise 005

This writing exercise was to write an interaction between a human character and a non-human character.

And since I was planning a new WIP (work in progress) I used the opportunity of this exercise to write an opening scene for said WIP. The current working title of it is 'At the Gates of Hell - A Tale from Neverbeen Universe' and it is set in the same world as my already published short story collection 'The Untold Stories of Neverbeen Universe'.

By now I'm ~4k into this story, and I considered withholding the very first scene and publishing it only when everything is finished. But that somehow felt like cheating. :/

So I decided to post this writing exercise after all. Hope you like it! :D

2016/01/10 – Interaction between a non-human character and a human (Hades & Jack)

Quietly, oh, so quietly he lurked and stared. Green eyes of a beast of prey focussed on their target as he concentrated and willed things to happen. His ears twitched; they picked up the faintest rustling of fabric against fabric. And yet there wasn't even the slightest stir. But he was patient, he had to be. He had been waiting for a good half hour by now. The tip of his tail silently swished back and forth, betrayed his inner agitation while he otherwise sat perfectly still; his gaze was so intense as if he wanted to shoot lasers off of them. Not that he knew what lasers were. But his intention was clear.

'Come on,' he stubbornly thought, 'Come on!'

Then finally a noise, a sigh. He cautiously slunk closer; his hopes were high, sensed the time was nigh. But when he perched again he saw his target was still in the same place, the same position, the same unguarded state. He tried to communicate his thoughts anew, channelled his will and sent it. However his efforts were ineffective. Inwardly he bristled, affronted to be ignored. In another life, or so it seemed, he once was a terrifying and mighty creature, who was still proud and dignified by what he had accomplished. But now here he was sitting on the soft cushion of the bed his food donor was crowding and was being ignored.

He was finally fed up, drew up and headbutted the insolent creature in the nose. 'Wake up!'

Satisfaction rose inside of him as he heard the human groan and come to senses. So his telepathic skills had worked at last. He even received a scratch behind his ears. “Alright, alright. I'm up,“ the human named Jack murmured and sluggishly turned out. He jumped off the bed and expectantly looked at the blonde author. 'About time, isn't it? Follow me,' he demanded and strutted out of the bedroom and down the stairs into Trébol's shop. He stopped then and there to observe if Jack followed his orders, heard him pitter-pattering barefootedly and saw him round the corner, still clad in his pajamas. The human yawned and waved at him tiredly. “Lead the way,“ Jack murmured and he inwardly grinned.

So he stalked through the aisles of the curiosity shop and round the counter into the kitchen, where he made a standing jump onto the table and looked over his shoulder at the oncoming human. “Alright, your highness. I get it. It's already lunch time,“ Jack smiled gently, scratched he behind his ears and turned to the fridge. “Give me a sec.“

He contentedly sat and observed. 'Good boy,' he thought and licked his paw while he waited. 'I want venison in cranberry-mushroom sauce with red cabbage and spaetzle,' he ordered. But Jack opened a can of tuna and poured a cup full of cream. “Here you go. Enjoy your meal.“

Inwardly he sighed in resignation. But he none the less ate in silence. Being stripped off his magnificent powers and titles made life more complicated. But then again he had an unknowing human and an oblivious fallen angel to do his bidding. If it wasn't for the constant disturbances in communication life as a black cat would be sweet.