Open The Trenches Trembling Treble

[Kaii Nashirou]

(I've messed up and this should be Whisper's thread, not Kaii's. Just keep this in mind for the future.)

Another day, another panic attack. Such was a life for the small fox that looked nothing like they should.

Whisper walked by the banks, shops, other institutions they saw for the first time. They really were feeling out of place wherever they went. The city had to offer an experience truly beyond anything they knew in life. Especially when it comes to being stressful. Too many noises, voices, eyes, ears, tails... Whisper was just overwhelmed.

And yet they wandered in search of inspiration. Like a parasite, an idea for a piece that would portray this chaos and weird harmony it brought drilled a hole in their little head. Whisper would much rather stay at their little room, experiment with instruments... and yet, that wouldn't let them make what they wanted. Ambition crashed with Anxiety. Fear of insufficiency with fear of society. All boiling down to them now walking the streets with visible trembling.

Due to their size and lack of visible feminine traits, Whisper could at least just use an excuse of being just a child when they needed to escape. Honestly they didn't feel like adult at all. And yet life demanded it, at least their parents were trying to make it as smooth as it could be.

Suddenly a bunch of officers of some sort rushed across the street. One of them was yelling at someone something about stopping. Whisper couldn't care about that. They were just struck with fear as if with a lightning bolt. The fox just scurried away into the nearest building.

That was a mistake.

Suddenly Whisper found themselves at what looked like an inn. Many various beasts sat around their tables, drinks and snacks in their paws. There was however a small scene. Place for a musician that wasn't there. And the tiny fox now realized, they came in holding their violin in paw...

Weight of (self-perceived) expectations made Whisper feel physically ill. Unable to move and almost ready to throw up. They could play, they knew it and were sure it would go well. It just... wasn't the right moment.

They basically curled into a tiny ball at the entrance. Becoming more aware of how bad and pathetic this must've looked, a few soft whimpers and tears followed soon. This prompted a bunch of chuckles and laughs, something that made the sensation even worse. Especially as one beast was now coming over, ill intention behind their eyes and a malicious grin upon their snout. Whisper was frozen in place. Already knowing how bad things will become once they get to them.

 

[Pomodu lu Modokunomulo]

The ill-intentions of the beast advancing on the trembling fox were halted by a booming voice, one that echoed a threat that, in the past few weeks, had become feared throughout the Bilge:

"Hu'g!"

Red arms that were surprisingly plush swooped down and scooped up the trembling fox, wrapping her in the warmest, most comfortable, most protective embrace that the Harbor had yet seen. The beast holding her glared a threat of fiery death at the crowd, one backed up by her performance in a brawl during a prior visit. "I'su my furein'du!" she snarled at the crowd, raising her hackles and baring her teeth. "No tou'che!"

 

[Whisper]

Whisper only have managed to yelp as an overwhelming force encompassed them. They weren't per se not fond of hugs but one from a stranger? In her state? They have froze, instinctively clinging on whilst crying into that luscious fur. Anxiety was killing her. Whisper wished to just disappear into nothingness. To not be that pathetic, afraid child among the other, functioning beings.

The beast stopped at the sight of powerful and massive being scooping their target into their arm. He just sneered at her words. "What are ya sayin' freak? Yer size didn' come with brains now did it?" He mocked, clearly not planning on being nice. Some others chuckled at his words, making the local bullies the harbour was named after clearly seen among others.

The rest of the clientele was mostly indifferent, few were appalled at the mockery and shown disdain towards the bullies but they weren't doing a thing really.

 

[Pomodu lu Modokunomulo]

Pomodu glared death at the antagonistic tavern patron. "I supea'k Valupin'sulanu bettah da'n you," she shot back. "Lea've huh alo'ne. You no li'ke me whe'n I hu'g you."