“Squeek! Hee, hee, hee! Your feathers tickle!” came a voice Forte had never heard. His eye flew open. He was back in the jungle. For an instant he thought he might be home again, but the grey mossy rocks told him this was where he had bedded down the previous evening. Only now, his head rested on a white, and blue... Thing? Then he noticed the impossibly huge, blue eye staring inches away from his face.
The Eversleep makes rising in the morning a difficult and tedious task. Adrenaline, however, has been known to override the process on occasion. This was one such occasion. Forte clawed his way to his feet, scampering a few steps back, hackles raised, and claws ready for whatever happened next.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you Mr... Bird... Thing... Person? Are you a gryphon? I've never seen a gryphon before. My name is Thistle Down, what is yours?” she smiled and extended a blunt appendage.
Forte blinked, … as well as one can blink with a single eye... “What. is. This?”
It looked like a kurri, but it lacked the upper torso and associated limbs. Its body was white, but it had four thickish black legs tipped with white ends. Its head sported a blue topping with a white stripe, that also matched its thick tail.
“Stone thought friend needed pillow, so Stone brought pillow.”
Thistle smiled, squeaked, and shrugged. “I sometimes lose a little air in the evening, it makes me nice and squishy and easier to sleep!”
By this time Kinsey was up and practically stalking circles around Thistle. “Where are your arms? Is that an evironmental suit? Do you need that to breathe this atmosphere?”
Thisle blinked. (Forte swore he could actually hear it) “Oh, no, actually, I'm inflatable. I was cursed to have this body by poison joke. You see...” Thistle began to explain.
That was when Kinsey saw it, a small round object in the center of Thistle's tail. Highlighted by the white stripe between blue bands. It spoke to him, called to him... Demanded him: “Pull me! For science!” Stubby fingers reached out and in an instant the valve was open.
“Oh! Don't do...” Thistle's tail deflated with a rush of air. A faint bluish cloud engulfed the Kurri which quickly dissapated. “...that.”
“W-what?!?” Kinsey's body felt strangely light.
“Anypony that touches the air from my mane or tail becomes cursed like me...” Thistle looked embarrassed.
“Change me back, now!” the wide-eyed Kurri picked Thistle off the ground and began to shake her.
Forte slept uneasily on his makeshift bed of rocks and moss. Despite his condition sleep seemed to come unnaturally. The night sounds of the alien rainforest lent an air of wrongness to the place only overcome by the power of raw fatigue. The dream world was kinder to Forte than the waking. Maybe that was the attraction of the Eversleep? Forte stood at the helm of the mighty space battleship Encyclopedia. His tall proud tail fanned and erect as a mark of his supreme authority. “Sir!” A slightly smaller rozenich snapped a smart salute to his superior officer. “Report, Lieutenant Picard.” “A galleon class cruiser has appeared from the Imperial Nuisance Sector. It looks to be a Jelly Doughnut class. By her markings it is the BIF Snickerdoodle.” “Hmmm, Snickerdoodle from Nuisance...” the captain rubbed a claw under his smart chin as he contemplated sagely...” Suddenly the ship lurched. “The Snickerdoodle has performed a leaproach! She's right beside us! Is their captain insane!?!” Picard stared wide-eyed at the rotund bulk of the huge vessel now filling their screen. Captain Forte remained stoic and nonplussed by this dramatic turn of events. He gritted his teeth and growled. “So it is a battle they want? I'll teach them to fear the name of Captain Forte! Power up the secondary batteries! Prepare for boarding!” “Did somebody order a pizza?” came a voice from nowhere. Forte thought for a moment, food would be a good thing before battle, maybe he could discuss toppings with the enemy captain. SPLORP! Suddenly a fat Kurri materialized on the bridge, dressed in an Imperial Captain's Dress blue uniform, sporting a large pizza box. His name tape read: “Hello! My Name is Kinsey ” “What have you brought to the negotiation?” The rotund Kurri opened his mouth: “Squeek!” “And?” “Squeek!” The Kurri opened the pizza box revealing a large pie artfully crafted with green insect meat and fresh bones. Forte caught movement out of the corner of his eye. “Picard, what are you doing, explain yourself!” The smaller Rosenich opened his mouth: ”Squeek.” “You don't say...” “Squeek!” Repeated Picard. “Squeek?” Replied Kinsey. “Squeek...” Reiterated Kinsey.
Forte could feel his hackles rising. “What is wrong with you lot!?!”
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