Villager: Casey
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Villager Info
ID: #36202
Name: Casey
Gender: Genderfluid
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 8 years, 10 months ago
Career: Warrior
Owner: Amerlex
Species: Raccoon
Color: Melanistic
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
~Casey~
"I mean... come on... its not as bad as it could be..."
Protector| WARRIOR | Wanna-be Mom Friend
"I mean... come on... its not as bad as it could be..."
Protector| WARRIOR | Wanna-be Mom Friend
She can't remember how old she was when her father left her to fend for herself on the streets of Olde Foxbury. Young enough that she still cried for several days hoping he would come take her home. She doesn't remember when she stopped sucking her thumb, her hands got so filthy digging in garbage for food and other things that she stuck it in her mouth and gagged.
It got cold, and she was small and so so angry. Why had this happened? What did she do wrong? That anger drove her deep into the city and out of the suburbs. Bustling roads packed with bodies, all watching this small smelly raccoon as she looked for something. Even though at the time she had no idea what.
Her stomach gnawed at itself as she passed by a bakery, the smell warming her nose and making her core tremble with hunger. It has been a long while since her days as a kit, and she knew fancy places always threw out the best food so she ducked into the alleyway and started rooting though the garbage. The first can held a crusty edge of some kind of sourdough and she eagerly devoured it. The second can however, once she removed the lid and looked inside and red eyes peered back at her.
Suddenly a large teal ferret bounded out of the can, hissing, scratching and spitting. There was a brawl, someones nose was bleeding and the smell of filthy bodies was compounded by the smell of sweat. She doesn't remember when it ended but they were both weak from hunger and the fierce fight slowly devolved into slaps, and finally weak shoves.
The ferret was panting warm air into her face, Close up she could see his face covered in scratches and matted with blood and filth. He started to tremble a little, and then let out a choked sob, no tears though, when was the last time he had something to drink? Her eyes glanced lower, his fur was dull and pulled taught over his ribs. She felt very self conscious all of the sudden, did she look as bad as he did?
His "crying" turned into small hiccups and she doesn't remember holding his paw in hers, she pulled him into a hug and just held him as a wash of fear hit her like his hot breath to her face.
They were gonna die this winter...
She had to do something...
If she was honest, it was the most unpleasant hug she had ever had. He was bony and cold and his fur was tacky with blood. Probably her blood, god what was she even thinking this guy attacked her... and yet...
"hey"
He looked down at her, and he looked just so lost.
"...My name is Casey..."
He swallowed loudly, his cut lip dribbling down his chin. "Tobias... My name is Tobias"
He makes another choked sob and she thinks he is gonna cry again but instead just a waterfall of words pour out of his mouth.
"Jesus I am so damn sorry, I just... I cant see very well and I thought you were gonna take my trashcan..." His claws flex on his thighs "Its all I have, Its all I FREAKING HAVE... you cant take it.... please...." and then he wails again and she just pets his back
"you damn pansy, shush! You are making people look down the alley way" He giggles nerviously. Smooth move Casey you are just scaring him. She sighs a bit and then trys more comforting words...
"Look Toby we are going to die" He wails like she just stabbed him and she shakes him.
"NO You stop! I am gonna take care of you stop crying you blubbering butt cheek!" Now she is screaming, This isnt going well at all what even is happening.
He looks her up and down and laughs in her face, "You... are gonna take care of me? Look at you. You smell like you crawled out of a sewer and then screwed a mop for funsies"
Now its her turn to giggle nervously. "Well, if anything we dont have to do this BS alone anymore...Dude you were living in a trashcan..."
"Well where would you live princess?" He says scathing, his voice like barbs.
Suddenly she is taken back to that time as a kit, with her father, living in the coutry outside of town... Growing food and napping in the shade of the big peach tree in their yard...
And then she feels it...
Hope.
"Its a stupid idea" A chuckle rising in her throat "but after this winter... we should head to the county"
He starts to stand up and walk away and she gently grabs his tail "No no no, listen clearly the city has food but is this even really living? We look like bags of bones covered in cheap faux fur. Think of bathing in the river, and we can gather things from the woods. Shoot we can find others like us, wandering the streets and have them come and help out! We could make a whole village!" Now shes standing, a grin stretched over her face.
"Just trust me Toby, this winter is gonna really suck... but things will get better"
Looking out over her new family she holds the memory of meeting Tobias that winter night. The warm grass under her paws, a belly full of herbs and vegetables grown by Sophie, a beautiful house built by Tai... things couldnt get any better...
She took up the job of protecting the village, and while she comes home covered in bites and cuts, a few of them even scarring, her family is there to bind her wounds and take care of her in return.
She doesnt think of her father anymore, her new family being worth way more.
STATS
Age:22
Pronouns: She/Her Or They/Them
Current Weapons: None
Likes: Flighting, Sleeping, Her family and village
Dislikes: Ploofballs, and pretty much any vegetable in general
Shes little bit prejudice to those with scales and other raccoons, but she is working on it. She wants to be a good influence on those under her care, but old habits die hard.
ART
By: Vivaere
By: Bowno
By: Me
one of the best profiles i red in awhile
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wow the design is lovely and the profile is so nice :o
I loved reading Casey's story!