A Leap into Destiny
Chapter 1
[Author's note] This is the story of how Jelani became the Guardian of Naem. He has a lot to look forward to, and dread! A winding road lies ahead of this kangaroo. [End author’s note.]
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The echo of the bell tower rang through the winding, white stone streets of Arco Bahim. A variety of Fauna folk bustled through the city. They pulled carts and ran errands of the morn, their numerous and colorful figures below the warm blue sky and beautiful ivory hues of their stately stone architecture.
An escalation of activity and chatter was apparent at the foot of the town hall. Groups had formed around the vast steps that swept out from the towering building.
“Here, here!” A voice called out over the noise.
The call caught the attention of a fellow who had been listening from a height. He wore a hood, and was in an odd location of sorts, up in an abandoned bell tower. His sloping brown muzzle slowly peered over the lofty window, and he took in the sight of the crowd below.
The fellow released a sigh. “I’m not believing this.” He then slid back down to the dusty floor below. His hands massaged his face that was shaded by his cloak.
A hoarse voice spoke, startlingly close by. “Hey.”
The cloaked fellow’s eyes widened, and he hurried to his knees. He braced his back against the wall, doing so carefully enough so that he wouldn’t be seen through the window. “Who’s there?”
A bit of shuffling and clanging came from the shadows of the opposite side of the tower. At the sunlight’s edge, a scraggly-looking figure that looked something like a dog revealed himself. “Well, hello there!”
The cloaked fellow eased back to a slouch. A drunkard, he thought with a smirk, and he turned back towards the window.
“Hey!” The layabout continued, crawling over towards the visitor with a few clangs of his rum bottle. “Uh, hey-“
“Shh!” The cloaked fellow hissed. “I am trying to listen.”
The ragged drunkard blinked a few times. “Well,” he spat, preparing to fumble some words together, “I jus’ wanted t’ let you know... that this here is MY spot.”
His uninvited tower mate was unaffected. “Yes, yes, this is your spot. Now will you be quiet while I watch this?”
“Watch what?”
The cloaked fellow grabbed the drunkard by the arm before he could peer over the edge. “Stop that!” He scolded, his hood slipping off his head from the commotion. “They may see you!”
“Who’s they?”
The now un-cloaked fellow rolled his eyes. “It’s... a censuring. I’m trying to watch.”
His intoxicated companion’s expression changed, to an almost bewildered one. “Oh,” he murmured, placing a hand on his neck, “I don’t like watchin’ people gettin’ hanged.”
His tower mate looked back at him, confusedly. He assumed that his understanding was hindered by being either too uneducated, too drunk, or both.
However, the drunkard dog did begin to recognize something about this mystery visitor. His facial shape, those tall ears, the eyes, that mouth and sloping muzzle, the dreadlocks. “You!” The dog exclaimed, pointing a shaky finger. “Y-you’re... you’re a... rabbit!”
“Kangaroo!” The visitor snapped, “Jelani. My name is Jelani and I am a kangaroo.”
One of the sot’s ears perked up, and he tilted his head to the side.
The roo rolled his eyes, and his ears drooped in defeat. “You see,” he sighed, “The Council of Naem is expelling and censuring me, publicly. In other words, getting rid of and humiliating me... for something I didn’t do.”
Jelani turned back to the window. His scruffy acquaintance’s eyes remained vacant, until he gasped in realization. “Hey! You’re that fella!”
Jelani quickly looked back; he didn’t like that tone in his voice. The drunkard was already putting up his dukes.
“Yeah,” the dog grumbled, sure that he already had the situation all figured out. “You’re th’ gun-of-a-son that tore our Jiwe’s horns clean off his head!”
The kangaroo was taken aback. “WHAT?!” A rage lit inside him at that statement.
The rumors regarding what had transpired in a debate between he and Jiwe on the Naemian Council had evidently spun into something wild. It was true that the Council sometimes got more physical than any of the representatives liked to admit, but this story was outrageous. He’d be damned if he was going to let anyone believe he did such a thing.
Jiwe, a deer who had built up bad blood with Jelani over the years in government, did exchange words and a few blows with him during a council meeting. It was nothing out of the ordinary for Naemian politics, until Jiwe tripped over his own feet during the tussle and fell backwards. He fell right into a bench, antlers-first, and they popped right off. Sure, it was infuriating and embarrassing for Jiwe, but it was antler shedding season, and Jelani wasn’t at fault at all.
Still, Jelani wasn’t about to attempt to explain all of this to a drunken man. “I did nothing of the sort!” He affirmed, with the drunkard still slowly approaching. “It was Jiwe’s own fault! He-“
Noise from the crowd outside halted Jelani’s speech. Shouting, clapping? It drew his attention, and he crouched over next to the window. Carefully, he peered over, skimming the bunches of townsfolk, until something caught his eye.
“MY BUST!”
His drunken tower mate slumped over on him. “Wha?”
Jelani pushed the fellow away, his eyes still focused below. “Those mangy...” He could barely believe what he was seeing.
At the top steps of the town hall, Jiwe, the antlerless sap, stood amongst other members of the council. Next to him was Brutan, a large rhino who had been one of the loudest exacerbators over the whole ordeal. They all gathered in stuffy solidarity in their blue robes, surrounding Jelani’s sculpted figurehead.
“Those idiots are about to destroy my bust!” Jelani was furious. Such an act was reserved for only the most heinous and corrupt politicians.
“I’ll bust YOUR bust!” The dog exclaimed, raring up for a punch, “Ya bully!” He swung and missed, and fell into Jelani’s arms. The weight was unexpected, and Jelani teetered a bit. The heaviness of the drunkard didn’t let up, so Jelani dragged his limp body over closer to the wall to sit him up.
“You need to take it easy, old fellow,” Jelani commented, knowing the man didn’t hear him anyways. He looked down at his long, dull cloak and dusted off the dirt that had been shared with him. “And you might want to think about dusting up here or-“
More clamor came from outside, and it drew Jelani’s attention. He winced and approached the window, anticipating a shattered mess on the Council of Naem’s steps. His focus instead landed on Brutan, the large rhinoceros councilman, who seemed to be having a disagreement with another individual. A lady? Jelani eased forward a bit in curiosity. From the voices and gestures, it was apparent that this dispute had started to heat up a bit. It made for an interesting scene, but then, Brutan grabbed the lady by the arm.
The fur on Jelani’s neck immediately stood on end, and he became hot. His claws all but dug into the stone window sill, and he leapt from the tower without a second thought, dropping to a nearby roof. His eyes still locked onto his target, he ran and jumped to ricochet himself off of a nearby roof, and acrobatically fell to the middle of the crowd below.
A collective gasp arose from the people, who backed away from the figure. The presence piqued the brutish rhino, who turned towards it, with the lady still in his clutches.
“Let her go, Brutan!” Jelani commanded, his hand outstretched.
A nasty smile spread on Brutan’s leathery mug. “Well, well,” he boomed in a sarcastically hearty voice, “Look who decided to hop in on the fun.” In a swift motion, he slung the lady’s arm away, and she fell to the ground.
Jelani rushed to the lady’s side. “My dear!” He exclaimed, placing a hand on her back and offering support. She said something under her breath as she combed her disheveled, wavy brown hair out of her face. Jelani blinked a couple of times, noticing that she was also a kangaroo. She was flaxen in color, wore loose, white clothing, and her eyes were as blue as the Naemian sky. However, those eyes had a fire lit in them.
The roo lady clambered to her feet. “You dirty, rotten-“ Jelani caught her by the arm before she could lunge towards Brutan. “G-get your filthy hands off of me!” A couple of slaps freed her from his hold. Just as she was about to tell him what-for, she froze. She glanced back at the bust amongst the crowd, and then back to the dreadlocked man.
Brutan chuckled. “Ah, yes, Madam. That would be the deplorable fellow that we wish to expel and dishonor on this fine morning.” His statement was followed by a few laughs and comments from his supporters
Jelani stepped forward. “You’ve got a lot of gall to be throwing around a lady like that.”
The rhino drew back. “Throwing around?” He exclaimed in the most offended-sounding tone he could muster. “Well, I never! Throwing around... why, it’s not my fault that she lost her balance. Just like what happened to Jiwe in your final council session, isn’t that right, Jelani?”
“You don’t have a say, Brutan!” Jelani retorted, “You throw your weight around the council more than anyone.” Brutan held his head high, unfazed, and Jelani pointed a finger directly at his face. “Yes,” the kangaroo continued, “and you may not shed that big ugly horn on your nose, but Jiwe sheds his. It is antler shedding season. I know it, you know it, and everyone here knows it, and if Jiwe had any honor at all, he would tell everyone here the truth, and admit that he tripped over his own two feet. Jiwe fell and broke his own antlers. I, Jelani, proud Representative of Coronation, Naem, was not at fault.”
Mumbles and whispers came from the crowd, and the lady’s expression had softened, looking more intrigued during Jelani’s declaration. Brutan, however, was visibly annoyed. “You can blow out as much hot air as you want, Jelani. You can hop out of the sky and play pretend-hero to this impudent female,” he huffed, raising his fist, “But it’s not going to help your tarnished history in the Council of Naem!” The rhino swiftly made a move towards the bust.
“Oh no you don’t!” The Lady shouted. She moved after him, escaping a grab from Jelani.
“Dear lady!” Jelani called, “Please!” He sprinted towards her, but he skidded to a halt, absolutely dumbfounded at what he was witnessing. The lady had mounted Brutan’s back and was latched on like an angry cat, covering his eyes.
“Stop!” She screamed as she struggled to parry Brutan’s flailing and wild swings, “You’re not going to destroy that bust, you stupid, fat scoundrel!”
The rhinoceros was fuming, “Get this crazy wench off of me!” He roared, clawing the air and trying to shake her off.
One more heavy swing of his shoulder flung her from his back. She flew over the heads of several folks, but was caught mid-flight by Jelani. The dreadlocked roo’s feet met with the ground again.
Brutan snarled, “What the hell was THAT for?”
A few dreadlocks touched the lady’s face. “All you all right?” She heard a comforting voice ask. Her eyes opened, and she looked to her rescuer who cradled her. A pair of gentle, hazel-brown eyes looked her over. “You are not hurt, are you?”
She studied his eyes and features. His cheekbones, jaw line, his beard. “I...” she breathed, “I’m all right.”
Jelani smiled warmly. “You know, you didn’t have to go and put yourself in harm’s way like that for my dignity’s sake.”
“For your...” The lady hesitated. She looked back at the bust, and back to Jelani again. “It’s my bust,” she claimed, “I worked really hard on it. I, I don’t want them to destroy it.”
Jelani paused. “...Oh.” He felt a bit sheepish. Nonetheless, he was impressed. “You made that?”
The lady smiled and nodded. “I used an illustration of you for reference,” she added demurely, and laid back her ears. “I was worried about accuracy, but now that I’m seeing you in real life, I think I captured you pretty well.”
A chuckle escaped Jelani. “You certainly did!” His kind smile and laugh was infectious, and the lady giggled along in delight.
“Can someone please explain to me what the hell is happening here?” Brutan sounded exasperated.
Jelani shared a genial look with the lady, and then eased her back down to her feet. “Well, Brutan, if the Council is going to expel me today, then I believe you owe this fine young lady a bust.”
Brutan’s hefty arms crossed over his chest. “That bust belongs to the city. I tried to tell her before, and she did not listen.”
The lady stepped forward. “It won’t belong to anyone if you destroy it.” She looked around, addressing the crowd. “I may not have a dog in the fight on the Council of Naem, but I am passionate about this city, as well as my art. I don’t want to see either broken apart on account of politics or ego.” The crowd stirred a bit, mumbling and whispering amongst themselves. “Please. It was an honor to work hard and create something for this city, and I would love to bring it back home with me as a keepsake if it is no longer needed here.”
The chatter of the crowd carried on. A tired snort came from Brutan, and he looked over the citizens surrounding him. He kept his composure, albeit with clenched fists. Jiwe shuffled out from amongst some of the other council members, and he headed over to the rhino. Jelani and the lady, still side by side, looked on expectantly as Jiwe reached up to whisper in Brutan’s ear. The brute remained stone-faced as he listened, and another council member approached to say a few words. After some discussion, Brutan spoke up.
“Get out.”
The two kangaroos looked at each other, and back to Brutan.
“Just... get out, and take the bust with you. Get it out of my sight.” Brutan slung his hand in dismissal.
The lady beamed, taking an excited breath. “Thank you, sir!” She exclaimed as she scurried up to the bust, “Thank you, Brutan!”
The rhino had already turned to dismiss the crowd, which was becoming a bit noisier. He raised his voice to them. “We continue this at noon!”
People were once again moving back and forth, getting on with their regular routine, and Jelani made his way through. “My lady!” He called, approaching his acquaintance alongside the bust. “Can you believe it?”
Another relieved exhale came from the lady, as she happily eyed her creation. “Yes!” Her fingers ran across the brow line of the bust. After admiring it a moment more, she turned to Jelani. “Thank you, Mr. Jelani, for what you did, for me.”
Jelani laid back his ears humbly. “It was my pleasure, Miss.” He bowed a bit with a hand on his chest. “And please, call me Jelani.”
The lady’s smile grew. “All right,” she laughed. “My name is Jenny.” One of her small hands gently extended, and Jelani held it in his.
“Miss Jenny,” he beamed, nearly bringing her hand close to his face. “Miss Jenny the artist.” His hand lightly shook hers.
“Oh,” Jenny laughed, “I don’t really call myself that. An art hobbyist is more like it.”
Jelani shifted his weight and eyed the bust. “Well, it looks like the work of an artist to me,” he added, as-a-matter-of-factly. “But uh, how are you planning on getting it back to your home? Is someone going to pick it up for you, or...”
“No, I’ll be taking it.”
Jelani looked surprised. “You? By yourself?”
“Well, I’m renting a cart.” She responded.
“Ah, good. And a cart puller, right? An escort?”
“No, just me. It’s not much to pull, I can-“
“Oh no, Miss,” Jelani interrupted, looking concerned. “A lady pulling that kind of weight uphill through the city’s corridors? You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Well,” she said, thinking for a moment, “I suppose I could hire the cart boy to escort me home.”
“So, where is it that you live?” Jelani asked, with concern still on his face and in his voice.
“I live on the South side of Ki’miya Mara.”
“Ki’miya Mara!?” Jelani exclaimed. “That’s... 10 miles North from here!”
“I know,” Jenny replied nonchalantly “I made my way here yesterday and-“
A sigh from the dreadlocked man interrupted her. His hand rubbed over his face, and he brushed back a few locks that had fallen. “Miss,” he muttered in disbelief, “Bandits are everywhere in the countryside. I’m... glad you made it here safely yesterday, but...”
A voice called from the busy street, catching their attention. “Hey!” A stout donkey man in front of a cart waved his hand.
“Oh!” Jenny waved a hand back in response. “My cart is here. I’ll tell him to back it up the steps.”
“Wait, wait!” Jelani placed a hand on her shoulder before she could turn around. That seemed to irritate her a bit. "Let me just carry the thing down there for you.”
Jenny hesitated. “... What?”
“Yes. Just let me carry it down the steps and I’ll load it up.”
She continued to gawk. “Are you crazy? I might as well just let Brutan topple it over if you insist on that; you can’t carry that thing!”
A laugh escaped Jelani. “Oho, my dear, it likely only weighs a couple hundred pounds or so.” He rolled his shoulders a couple of times and sized up the object.
“No!” Jenny yelped, grabbing Jelani’s forearm. “D-don’t do that. You’ll drop it.”
Jelani laughed again, this time a bit tickled. “Miss Jenny, trust me.” He said, placing his hands around the base of the bust. “If I knew I couldn’t handle it I wouldn’t pick it up.” His last word was strained a bit, as he began lifting.
“Oh,” Jenny moaned, covering her eyes.
“There we are,” Jelani voiced, daring Jenny to take a peek. What she saw surprised her. The man stood there, cradling the large bust so effortlessly; it was as if he were cradling a sack of flour.
She was speechless, and Jelani merely smiled and nodded, and turned to make his way down to the street. Jenny cautiously followed step by step. She remained quiet, still amazed at how easily he toted the bust along.
“Wh-hoa!” The cart puller exclaimed, “That’s quite the parcel there, mate!”
The bust thudded when it met with the cart. “Indeed,” Jelani agreed, “It’s quite good-looking, wouldn’t you say?” He gave Jenny a wink. She chuckled, still in awe at his strength. The cart puller didn’t hear, but he walked around to the back of the cart where they stood.
“That’ll be 25 ingets for a cart and haul to Ki'miya Mara.”
Jenny blinked a couple of times, her focus turning to the donkey man. “Oh!” She said, then reaching into her side pocket that was just under her sash. Before she could fish anything out, she heard a clink.
“Thank ye, Sir!” The donkey smiled a toothy smile, tipped his baker boy cap, and headed back to man the cart. Mouth slightly agape, Jenny looked at the cart puller, and back to Jelani, who was still smiling.
“Mr. ... Jelani...”
He held up his hand. “No worries,” he spoke lowly, with his ears laid back. “Consider it a tip for your artwork.”
Jenny almost replied, but the realization brought a weak smile to her face. “Oh...” She viewed the cart, tracing a hand over its railing. “You... have no idea know how much this helps me.” Jelani could see a hint of a sparkle in her eye. “Thank you, Jelani.”
The dreadlocked roo placed a hand on her arm. “You’re welcome, Miss Jenny. And... best of luck to you.”
The young kangaroo lady wiped her eyes, and nodded. “Best of luck to you too,” she added, “I hope that... fate leads you to even greater things, and that, that you are blessed for your kindness.”
It had been quite some time since Jelani had received such a positive comment like that. “Th... thank you.”
She gave one more nod as she turned, with a hand on the cart. “Goodbye, Jelani.”
The ears of the kangaroo man cocked to the side, weakly. “Goodbye, Miss Jenny.”
The wheels of the wooden cart creaked, and it began lumbering away through the continuing hustle and bustle. The two kangaroos shared a few waves back and forth, until they both disappeared out of sight.
The smile had faded from Jelani’s face. The noise of the street and movement of the Fauna folk grabbed at his attention, but he simply stared off into the distance. It was such an unexpected happening. The thought of that day brought dread and shame; censuring, embarrassment. A day of pointing and laughter at the young hotshot kangaroo politician who couldn’t please his constituents or control his temper. Yet... this woman. Though she didn’t come to help him or voice her support, the gratitude and compassion in her eyes, it touched him.
“Hey, watch it!” A random person bumped into him and snapped him out of it. Jelani turned around, finding himself as just another face in the crowd. His heart heavy with defeat, Jelani slipped his hood back over his head, and walked on.
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Chapter 1
[Author's note] This is the story of how Jelani became the Guardian of Naem. He has a lot to look forward to, and dread! A winding road lies ahead of this kangaroo. [End author’s note.]
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The echo of the bell tower rang through the winding, white stone streets of Arco Bahim. A variety of Fauna folk bustled through the city. They pulled carts and ran errands of the morn, their numerous and colorful figures below the warm blue sky and beautiful ivory hues of their stately stone architecture.
An escalation of activity and chatter was apparent at the foot of the town hall. Groups had formed around the vast steps that swept out from the towering building.
“Here, here!” A voice called out over the noise.
The call caught the attention of a fellow who had been listening from a height. He wore a hood, and was in an odd location of sorts, up in an abandoned bell tower. His sloping brown muzzle slowly peered over the lofty window, and he took in the sight of the crowd below.
The fellow released a sigh. “I’m not believing this.” He then slid back down to the dusty floor below. His hands massaged his face that was shaded by his cloak.
A hoarse voice spoke, startlingly close by. “Hey.”
The cloaked fellow’s eyes widened, and he hurried to his knees. He braced his back against the wall, doing so carefully enough so that he wouldn’t be seen through the window. “Who’s there?”
A bit of shuffling and clanging came from the shadows of the opposite side of the tower. At the sunlight’s edge, a scraggly-looking figure that looked something like a dog revealed himself. “Well, hello there!”
The cloaked fellow eased back to a slouch. A drunkard, he thought with a smirk, and he turned back towards the window.
“Hey!” The layabout continued, crawling over towards the visitor with a few clangs of his rum bottle. “Uh, hey-“
“Shh!” The cloaked fellow hissed. “I am trying to listen.”
The ragged drunkard blinked a few times. “Well,” he spat, preparing to fumble some words together, “I jus’ wanted t’ let you know... that this here is MY spot.”
His uninvited tower mate was unaffected. “Yes, yes, this is your spot. Now will you be quiet while I watch this?”
“Watch what?”
The cloaked fellow grabbed the drunkard by the arm before he could peer over the edge. “Stop that!” He scolded, his hood slipping off his head from the commotion. “They may see you!”
“Who’s they?”
The now un-cloaked fellow rolled his eyes. “It’s... a censuring. I’m trying to watch.”
His intoxicated companion’s expression changed, to an almost bewildered one. “Oh,” he murmured, placing a hand on his neck, “I don’t like watchin’ people gettin’ hanged.”
His tower mate looked back at him, confusedly. He assumed that his understanding was hindered by being either too uneducated, too drunk, or both.
However, the drunkard dog did begin to recognize something about this mystery visitor. His facial shape, those tall ears, the eyes, that mouth and sloping muzzle, the dreadlocks. “You!” The dog exclaimed, pointing a shaky finger. “Y-you’re... you’re a... rabbit!”
“Kangaroo!” The visitor snapped, “Jelani. My name is Jelani and I am a kangaroo.”
One of the sot’s ears perked up, and he tilted his head to the side.
The roo rolled his eyes, and his ears drooped in defeat. “You see,” he sighed, “The Council of Naem is expelling and censuring me, publicly. In other words, getting rid of and humiliating me... for something I didn’t do.”
Jelani turned back to the window. His scruffy acquaintance’s eyes remained vacant, until he gasped in realization. “Hey! You’re that fella!”
Jelani quickly looked back; he didn’t like that tone in his voice. The drunkard was already putting up his dukes.
“Yeah,” the dog grumbled, sure that he already had the situation all figured out. “You’re th’ gun-of-a-son that tore our Jiwe’s horns clean off his head!”
The kangaroo was taken aback. “WHAT?!” A rage lit inside him at that statement.
The rumors regarding what had transpired in a debate between he and Jiwe on the Naemian Council had evidently spun into something wild. It was true that the Council sometimes got more physical than any of the representatives liked to admit, but this story was outrageous. He’d be damned if he was going to let anyone believe he did such a thing.
Jiwe, a deer who had built up bad blood with Jelani over the years in government, did exchange words and a few blows with him during a council meeting. It was nothing out of the ordinary for Naemian politics, until Jiwe tripped over his own feet during the tussle and fell backwards. He fell right into a bench, antlers-first, and they popped right off. Sure, it was infuriating and embarrassing for Jiwe, but it was antler shedding season, and Jelani wasn’t at fault at all.
Still, Jelani wasn’t about to attempt to explain all of this to a drunken man. “I did nothing of the sort!” He affirmed, with the drunkard still slowly approaching. “It was Jiwe’s own fault! He-“
Noise from the crowd outside halted Jelani’s speech. Shouting, clapping? It drew his attention, and he crouched over next to the window. Carefully, he peered over, skimming the bunches of townsfolk, until something caught his eye.
“MY BUST!”
His drunken tower mate slumped over on him. “Wha?”
Jelani pushed the fellow away, his eyes still focused below. “Those mangy...” He could barely believe what he was seeing.
At the top steps of the town hall, Jiwe, the antlerless sap, stood amongst other members of the council. Next to him was Brutan, a large rhino who had been one of the loudest exacerbators over the whole ordeal. They all gathered in stuffy solidarity in their blue robes, surrounding Jelani’s sculpted figurehead.
“Those idiots are about to destroy my bust!” Jelani was furious. Such an act was reserved for only the most heinous and corrupt politicians.
“I’ll bust YOUR bust!” The dog exclaimed, raring up for a punch, “Ya bully!” He swung and missed, and fell into Jelani’s arms. The weight was unexpected, and Jelani teetered a bit. The heaviness of the drunkard didn’t let up, so Jelani dragged his limp body over closer to the wall to sit him up.
“You need to take it easy, old fellow,” Jelani commented, knowing the man didn’t hear him anyways. He looked down at his long, dull cloak and dusted off the dirt that had been shared with him. “And you might want to think about dusting up here or-“
More clamor came from outside, and it drew Jelani’s attention. He winced and approached the window, anticipating a shattered mess on the Council of Naem’s steps. His focus instead landed on Brutan, the large rhinoceros councilman, who seemed to be having a disagreement with another individual. A lady? Jelani eased forward a bit in curiosity. From the voices and gestures, it was apparent that this dispute had started to heat up a bit. It made for an interesting scene, but then, Brutan grabbed the lady by the arm.
The fur on Jelani’s neck immediately stood on end, and he became hot. His claws all but dug into the stone window sill, and he leapt from the tower without a second thought, dropping to a nearby roof. His eyes still locked onto his target, he ran and jumped to ricochet himself off of a nearby roof, and acrobatically fell to the middle of the crowd below.
A collective gasp arose from the people, who backed away from the figure. The presence piqued the brutish rhino, who turned towards it, with the lady still in his clutches.
“Let her go, Brutan!” Jelani commanded, his hand outstretched.
A nasty smile spread on Brutan’s leathery mug. “Well, well,” he boomed in a sarcastically hearty voice, “Look who decided to hop in on the fun.” In a swift motion, he slung the lady’s arm away, and she fell to the ground.
Jelani rushed to the lady’s side. “My dear!” He exclaimed, placing a hand on her back and offering support. She said something under her breath as she combed her disheveled, wavy brown hair out of her face. Jelani blinked a couple of times, noticing that she was also a kangaroo. She was flaxen in color, wore loose, white clothing, and her eyes were as blue as the Naemian sky. However, those eyes had a fire lit in them.
The roo lady clambered to her feet. “You dirty, rotten-“ Jelani caught her by the arm before she could lunge towards Brutan. “G-get your filthy hands off of me!” A couple of slaps freed her from his hold. Just as she was about to tell him what-for, she froze. She glanced back at the bust amongst the crowd, and then back to the dreadlocked man.
Brutan chuckled. “Ah, yes, Madam. That would be the deplorable fellow that we wish to expel and dishonor on this fine morning.” His statement was followed by a few laughs and comments from his supporters
Jelani stepped forward. “You’ve got a lot of gall to be throwing around a lady like that.”
The rhino drew back. “Throwing around?” He exclaimed in the most offended-sounding tone he could muster. “Well, I never! Throwing around... why, it’s not my fault that she lost her balance. Just like what happened to Jiwe in your final council session, isn’t that right, Jelani?”
“You don’t have a say, Brutan!” Jelani retorted, “You throw your weight around the council more than anyone.” Brutan held his head high, unfazed, and Jelani pointed a finger directly at his face. “Yes,” the kangaroo continued, “and you may not shed that big ugly horn on your nose, but Jiwe sheds his. It is antler shedding season. I know it, you know it, and everyone here knows it, and if Jiwe had any honor at all, he would tell everyone here the truth, and admit that he tripped over his own two feet. Jiwe fell and broke his own antlers. I, Jelani, proud Representative of Coronation, Naem, was not at fault.”
Mumbles and whispers came from the crowd, and the lady’s expression had softened, looking more intrigued during Jelani’s declaration. Brutan, however, was visibly annoyed. “You can blow out as much hot air as you want, Jelani. You can hop out of the sky and play pretend-hero to this impudent female,” he huffed, raising his fist, “But it’s not going to help your tarnished history in the Council of Naem!” The rhino swiftly made a move towards the bust.
“Oh no you don’t!” The Lady shouted. She moved after him, escaping a grab from Jelani.
“Dear lady!” Jelani called, “Please!” He sprinted towards her, but he skidded to a halt, absolutely dumbfounded at what he was witnessing. The lady had mounted Brutan’s back and was latched on like an angry cat, covering his eyes.
“Stop!” She screamed as she struggled to parry Brutan’s flailing and wild swings, “You’re not going to destroy that bust, you stupid, fat scoundrel!”
The rhinoceros was fuming, “Get this crazy wench off of me!” He roared, clawing the air and trying to shake her off.
One more heavy swing of his shoulder flung her from his back. She flew over the heads of several folks, but was caught mid-flight by Jelani. The dreadlocked roo’s feet met with the ground again.
Brutan snarled, “What the hell was THAT for?”
A few dreadlocks touched the lady’s face. “All you all right?” She heard a comforting voice ask. Her eyes opened, and she looked to her rescuer who cradled her. A pair of gentle, hazel-brown eyes looked her over. “You are not hurt, are you?”
She studied his eyes and features. His cheekbones, jaw line, his beard. “I...” she breathed, “I’m all right.”
Jelani smiled warmly. “You know, you didn’t have to go and put yourself in harm’s way like that for my dignity’s sake.”
“For your...” The lady hesitated. She looked back at the bust, and back to Jelani again. “It’s my bust,” she claimed, “I worked really hard on it. I, I don’t want them to destroy it.”
Jelani paused. “...Oh.” He felt a bit sheepish. Nonetheless, he was impressed. “You made that?”
The lady smiled and nodded. “I used an illustration of you for reference,” she added demurely, and laid back her ears. “I was worried about accuracy, but now that I’m seeing you in real life, I think I captured you pretty well.”
A chuckle escaped Jelani. “You certainly did!” His kind smile and laugh was infectious, and the lady giggled along in delight.
“Can someone please explain to me what the hell is happening here?” Brutan sounded exasperated.
Jelani shared a genial look with the lady, and then eased her back down to her feet. “Well, Brutan, if the Council is going to expel me today, then I believe you owe this fine young lady a bust.”
Brutan’s hefty arms crossed over his chest. “That bust belongs to the city. I tried to tell her before, and she did not listen.”
The lady stepped forward. “It won’t belong to anyone if you destroy it.” She looked around, addressing the crowd. “I may not have a dog in the fight on the Council of Naem, but I am passionate about this city, as well as my art. I don’t want to see either broken apart on account of politics or ego.” The crowd stirred a bit, mumbling and whispering amongst themselves. “Please. It was an honor to work hard and create something for this city, and I would love to bring it back home with me as a keepsake if it is no longer needed here.”
The chatter of the crowd carried on. A tired snort came from Brutan, and he looked over the citizens surrounding him. He kept his composure, albeit with clenched fists. Jiwe shuffled out from amongst some of the other council members, and he headed over to the rhino. Jelani and the lady, still side by side, looked on expectantly as Jiwe reached up to whisper in Brutan’s ear. The brute remained stone-faced as he listened, and another council member approached to say a few words. After some discussion, Brutan spoke up.
“Get out.”
The two kangaroos looked at each other, and back to Brutan.
“Just... get out, and take the bust with you. Get it out of my sight.” Brutan slung his hand in dismissal.
The lady beamed, taking an excited breath. “Thank you, sir!” She exclaimed as she scurried up to the bust, “Thank you, Brutan!”
The rhino had already turned to dismiss the crowd, which was becoming a bit noisier. He raised his voice to them. “We continue this at noon!”
People were once again moving back and forth, getting on with their regular routine, and Jelani made his way through. “My lady!” He called, approaching his acquaintance alongside the bust. “Can you believe it?”
Another relieved exhale came from the lady, as she happily eyed her creation. “Yes!” Her fingers ran across the brow line of the bust. After admiring it a moment more, she turned to Jelani. “Thank you, Mr. Jelani, for what you did, for me.”
Jelani laid back his ears humbly. “It was my pleasure, Miss.” He bowed a bit with a hand on his chest. “And please, call me Jelani.”
The lady’s smile grew. “All right,” she laughed. “My name is Jenny.” One of her small hands gently extended, and Jelani held it in his.
“Miss Jenny,” he beamed, nearly bringing her hand close to his face. “Miss Jenny the artist.” His hand lightly shook hers.
“Oh,” Jenny laughed, “I don’t really call myself that. An art hobbyist is more like it.”
Jelani shifted his weight and eyed the bust. “Well, it looks like the work of an artist to me,” he added, as-a-matter-of-factly. “But uh, how are you planning on getting it back to your home? Is someone going to pick it up for you, or...”
“No, I’ll be taking it.”
Jelani looked surprised. “You? By yourself?”
“Well, I’m renting a cart.” She responded.
“Ah, good. And a cart puller, right? An escort?”
“No, just me. It’s not much to pull, I can-“
“Oh no, Miss,” Jelani interrupted, looking concerned. “A lady pulling that kind of weight uphill through the city’s corridors? You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Well,” she said, thinking for a moment, “I suppose I could hire the cart boy to escort me home.”
“So, where is it that you live?” Jelani asked, with concern still on his face and in his voice.
“I live on the South side of Ki’miya Mara.”
“Ki’miya Mara!?” Jelani exclaimed. “That’s... 10 miles North from here!”
“I know,” Jenny replied nonchalantly “I made my way here yesterday and-“
A sigh from the dreadlocked man interrupted her. His hand rubbed over his face, and he brushed back a few locks that had fallen. “Miss,” he muttered in disbelief, “Bandits are everywhere in the countryside. I’m... glad you made it here safely yesterday, but...”
A voice called from the busy street, catching their attention. “Hey!” A stout donkey man in front of a cart waved his hand.
“Oh!” Jenny waved a hand back in response. “My cart is here. I’ll tell him to back it up the steps.”
“Wait, wait!” Jelani placed a hand on her shoulder before she could turn around. That seemed to irritate her a bit. "Let me just carry the thing down there for you.”
Jenny hesitated. “... What?”
“Yes. Just let me carry it down the steps and I’ll load it up.”
She continued to gawk. “Are you crazy? I might as well just let Brutan topple it over if you insist on that; you can’t carry that thing!”
A laugh escaped Jelani. “Oho, my dear, it likely only weighs a couple hundred pounds or so.” He rolled his shoulders a couple of times and sized up the object.
“No!” Jenny yelped, grabbing Jelani’s forearm. “D-don’t do that. You’ll drop it.”
Jelani laughed again, this time a bit tickled. “Miss Jenny, trust me.” He said, placing his hands around the base of the bust. “If I knew I couldn’t handle it I wouldn’t pick it up.” His last word was strained a bit, as he began lifting.
“Oh,” Jenny moaned, covering her eyes.
“There we are,” Jelani voiced, daring Jenny to take a peek. What she saw surprised her. The man stood there, cradling the large bust so effortlessly; it was as if he were cradling a sack of flour.
She was speechless, and Jelani merely smiled and nodded, and turned to make his way down to the street. Jenny cautiously followed step by step. She remained quiet, still amazed at how easily he toted the bust along.
“Wh-hoa!” The cart puller exclaimed, “That’s quite the parcel there, mate!”
The bust thudded when it met with the cart. “Indeed,” Jelani agreed, “It’s quite good-looking, wouldn’t you say?” He gave Jenny a wink. She chuckled, still in awe at his strength. The cart puller didn’t hear, but he walked around to the back of the cart where they stood.
“That’ll be 25 ingets for a cart and haul to Ki'miya Mara.”
Jenny blinked a couple of times, her focus turning to the donkey man. “Oh!” She said, then reaching into her side pocket that was just under her sash. Before she could fish anything out, she heard a clink.
“Thank ye, Sir!” The donkey smiled a toothy smile, tipped his baker boy cap, and headed back to man the cart. Mouth slightly agape, Jenny looked at the cart puller, and back to Jelani, who was still smiling.
“Mr. ... Jelani...”
He held up his hand. “No worries,” he spoke lowly, with his ears laid back. “Consider it a tip for your artwork.”
Jenny almost replied, but the realization brought a weak smile to her face. “Oh...” She viewed the cart, tracing a hand over its railing. “You... have no idea know how much this helps me.” Jelani could see a hint of a sparkle in her eye. “Thank you, Jelani.”
The dreadlocked roo placed a hand on her arm. “You’re welcome, Miss Jenny. And... best of luck to you.”
The young kangaroo lady wiped her eyes, and nodded. “Best of luck to you too,” she added, “I hope that... fate leads you to even greater things, and that, that you are blessed for your kindness.”
It had been quite some time since Jelani had received such a positive comment like that. “Th... thank you.”
She gave one more nod as she turned, with a hand on the cart. “Goodbye, Jelani.”
The ears of the kangaroo man cocked to the side, weakly. “Goodbye, Miss Jenny.”
The wheels of the wooden cart creaked, and it began lumbering away through the continuing hustle and bustle. The two kangaroos shared a few waves back and forth, until they both disappeared out of sight.
The smile had faded from Jelani’s face. The noise of the street and movement of the Fauna folk grabbed at his attention, but he simply stared off into the distance. It was such an unexpected happening. The thought of that day brought dread and shame; censuring, embarrassment. A day of pointing and laughter at the young hotshot kangaroo politician who couldn’t please his constituents or control his temper. Yet... this woman. Though she didn’t come to help him or voice her support, the gratitude and compassion in her eyes, it touched him.
“Hey, watch it!” A random person bumped into him and snapped him out of it. Jelani turned around, finding himself as just another face in the crowd. His heart heavy with defeat, Jelani slipped his hood back over his head, and walked on.
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Ahh, thank you Eddie so much! Thank you for taking the time to read *big hugs*. I hope it’s a good start. I’m pretty much a novice but hopefully keeping on with this will teach me some things ^^
Great first chapter, I'd love to see it in comic form some day.
Thank you! I don’t plan on making any full comics of these short stories, however, I do plan on making some highlight scenes of them! Also, the main story will have a comic to go with it at some point once it nears completion. Thank you so much for reading!
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