The Bloated One
Well-Known Member
Dear All,
I have created a furry animal for a fantasy/sci fi novel I am writing about a time travelling fourteen year old boy called Tarquin Jenkins. I would appreciate your views and thoughts on developing the creature further.
I want it to be a fun creature, but I have it with a darkside - It first appears in my novel being rescued from a race of bad guys called Griddlebacks.They take them on their space ships as fresh meat because they multiply alarmingly (Tribles?). When frightened, they turn white and emit a sonic pulse that can kill. The Griddlebacks know this and keep a collar on them to negate the pulse.
A small oval hole opened in the side of the ship and steps opened to the floor. A small white furry creature—a mixture of a long eared rabbit and a wallaby—hopped down the steps and onto the barn floor, its large brown eyes blinked rapidly, and its furry nose twitched.
“Oh, isn’t it cute!” cried Rhia, looking at the bundle of quivering fur.
And...
With Paddy’s help Rhia caught the animal. It had a rough leather collar tight about its neck. Paddy used his screwdriver to prize off the collar and the animal wheezed out a sigh, its soulful, bush baby eyes looked longingly at Rhia. Smitten, she lifted it carefully in her arms and rocked it. It wasn’t long before it purred and rested happily, its oversized paws hanging loosely over her arm, and its tail coiled about her wrist.
“Look everyone, it’s turning pink!” Shouted Rhia, her face glowing.
“That’s because the Wopplefop is content,” said Georgia. “Roughly translates into white for worry, pink for contentment, and blue for mating.”
“What did you call it?” asked Rhia.
“It’s a Wopplefop, a type of…” lost to describe the animal Georgia shrugged her shoulders, “well, a Wopplefop?”
“Why was it on their ship?” asked Rhia looking anxious, and stroking its fine fur.
“Er…the Griddlebacks keep them as pets.” Georgia’s face belied her words, but Rhia was too busy cuddling the bright pink animal to notice.
“Can we keep it?” she pleaded.
“They don’t do anything except change colour and hang upside down.” Rhia was about to ask how they hung upside down, when her fingers touched the underside of a paw.
“Suction cups.” She lifted it to see rows of tiny suction cups, “that’s way cool!”
“I guess if you want it you can keep it,” said Georgia, puzzled by the attention Rhia was lavishing on the fur ball.
“ Great. I am going to call it Gorwydd after my Welsh rabbit at home,” she said, stroking a long floppy ear and nuzzling against a wet, enquiring nose.
TBO
I have created a furry animal for a fantasy/sci fi novel I am writing about a time travelling fourteen year old boy called Tarquin Jenkins. I would appreciate your views and thoughts on developing the creature further.
I want it to be a fun creature, but I have it with a darkside - It first appears in my novel being rescued from a race of bad guys called Griddlebacks.They take them on their space ships as fresh meat because they multiply alarmingly (Tribles?). When frightened, they turn white and emit a sonic pulse that can kill. The Griddlebacks know this and keep a collar on them to negate the pulse.
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A small oval hole opened in the side of the ship and steps opened to the floor. A small white furry creature—a mixture of a long eared rabbit and a wallaby—hopped down the steps and onto the barn floor, its large brown eyes blinked rapidly, and its furry nose twitched.
“Oh, isn’t it cute!” cried Rhia, looking at the bundle of quivering fur.
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And...
With Paddy’s help Rhia caught the animal. It had a rough leather collar tight about its neck. Paddy used his screwdriver to prize off the collar and the animal wheezed out a sigh, its soulful, bush baby eyes looked longingly at Rhia. Smitten, she lifted it carefully in her arms and rocked it. It wasn’t long before it purred and rested happily, its oversized paws hanging loosely over her arm, and its tail coiled about her wrist.
“Look everyone, it’s turning pink!” Shouted Rhia, her face glowing.
“That’s because the Wopplefop is content,” said Georgia. “Roughly translates into white for worry, pink for contentment, and blue for mating.”
“What did you call it?” asked Rhia.
“It’s a Wopplefop, a type of…” lost to describe the animal Georgia shrugged her shoulders, “well, a Wopplefop?”
“Why was it on their ship?” asked Rhia looking anxious, and stroking its fine fur.
“Er…the Griddlebacks keep them as pets.” Georgia’s face belied her words, but Rhia was too busy cuddling the bright pink animal to notice.
“Can we keep it?” she pleaded.
“They don’t do anything except change colour and hang upside down.” Rhia was about to ask how they hung upside down, when her fingers touched the underside of a paw.
“Suction cups.” She lifted it to see rows of tiny suction cups, “that’s way cool!”
“I guess if you want it you can keep it,” said Georgia, puzzled by the attention Rhia was lavishing on the fur ball.
“ Great. I am going to call it Gorwydd after my Welsh rabbit at home,” she said, stroking a long floppy ear and nuzzling against a wet, enquiring nose.
TBO
