I was inspired to write a short-story introduction for mine and my fiancee's Floran characters, I was then advised to post it here, so here it is. ------------------ Grown onto a planet already dominated by the Floran, many of the native species had already been hunted to extinction, all that remained was lesser species that could easily be killed for their flesh, most of their kin accepted this, choosing this as their way of life rather than moving on to pursue greater spoils of the hunt. This was not something two cocoon-kin were prepared to accept, they desired more than the others would allow. Excitement stirred in the village, word had spread that rain of fire and metal had pierced the night sky and come break of day a hunting party was dispatched to investigate. A dozen Floran leapt from tree to tree in eagerness of finding what had disrupted their mundane existence, spears strapped to their backs well in reach prepared for the hoped chance it was something they could stab. This turned out to be the case as they reached where the unidentified object had crashed, a large white painted metal structure that the Floran would later come to understand was a spaceship crafted by Apex hands. It had sustained moderate damage when it had crashed, but the Floran observed that most if not the entire crew had survived the impact and were making haste in trying to repair their vessel and resume whatever journey to some unknown destination they had been on. The Floran in charge of their party turned towards the others, his words low but uttered with eagerness; “We hunt. Ssstab all, take their flesssh and consssume.” He, followed by the rest of the pack leapt down from the treetops whence they had watched, drawing their spears before even touching the ground and charging in to slay the Ape-like creatures who were only just beginning to notice the incoming threat. The two cocoon-kin who had held back briefly hissed in displeasure, they too had observed the Apex who stood before them, they did not seem worthy of hunt, they had no observable weapons which watching as the onslaught began further evidenced. As the last of their kind had disappeared inside the ship to slay the Apex who had managed to flee inside for some degree of safety, the two displeased Floran made their move to join their kin. Their spears too being drawn before landing just as their kin had done, running towards then inside the ship with weapon at the ready. It did not take long to catch up with the others, but observing all the technology they had seen making their way through the shuttle, their knowledge of what it was quickly understood as if they had designed it themselves, they knew not what it was, but perfectly what it did, or could do, Floran were a young race, but it would appear that some deep-seeded understanding was hard-wired into their sap filled veins. All but their leader remained in what seemed to be the main hall of the ship, Apex slain all around. They learned that one of the Apex had fled further into the recesses of the ship, and their party leader had opted for having the glory of the last kill all to himself. As if joined in mind, the two Floran peered to each other, agreed on what the ship meant in possibility of the hunt. And with that decision silently agreed upon, they laid waste to the rest of their party, who had dropped their guard, something that further gave away of their worthlessness.. In the cockpit of the vessel, the leader was slowly making his way towards the last Apex who cowered between the two chairs at the shuttles console. Just as the leader could bring his spear down on the unfortunate creature, he was interrupted. Sudden and unexpected pain surged through his chest, and as he looked down in confusion of what had just happened, he would see a spear of his own kind had been thrust into his back, and forced straight through, sap soaked blade and hilt visibly protruding from his body. He turned his head after having observed the source of his pain, ebony eyes showing his confusion of why his kin had turned on its own. “Why..” The answer to his question came in the form of a pleased hiss, followed by the only words that would give any Floran in this situation clarity of the situation. “For the hunt~” With that, their leader gave way to his own weight, collapsing from the fatal wound that had been delivered. The Apex who had almost been his prey had seemingly gotten up and run for his life at the sudden interruption that had taken place, neither Floran who remained cared, instead getting straight to where the Apex had left off on repairing the ship to begin their journey.
excellent, truly excellent my friend. for some reason the floran race intrigues and captivates me and your story has been one of the best yet. I expect more from you my fine flowered friend!
This is really cool! I hope you'll right more about these Florians (Hope I spelled that right) Or just about them in general!
