#barnabie

My character’s name is Barnabie Tauri (he uses he/him and they/them!), and they’re a 24 year old donkey-centaur and the group’s ranger. They’re also dumb as all hell. I’ll probably post art soon!

The wind blew the papers away, far out of reach. As John went to go pick them up, he reached down toward the soggy pavement which had been earlier drenched by the late autumn rain, only for the papers to go flying down the street again.

“Oh Well, forget it! They’re just a bunch of maps that wouldn’t have been of any use to us anyways. No reason to get upset and go chase them down the streets,” exclaimed Laila. “We would still end up lost anyways; with your previous track record,” now Laila was getting upset and tired. John and Laila had been chasing this paper all afternoon and now night was sweeping over them like wind over a flame. The air was getting colder and much less bearable to be out running around chasing after a piece of paper that cost $0.97 at a gas station.

“I guess you’re right. Those maps wouldn’t have helped anyway. We’re already lost as it is!” John replied.

“Plus the sun is starting to set and we should probably head back to the car now; I’m getting tired,” said Laila in between yawns.

Indeed, the sun was setting. It’s rays were stretching up towards the night sky was if it were trying to touch the stars and it almost looked as if the sun were waving goodbye for the night as its face crept under the cool earth blanket.

As John and Laila walked up the long stretched out street, they heard what sounded like whinning. Laila looked around trying to figure out where the sound might be coming from and eventually looked under a car parked along the sidewalk and picked up a huge ball of fluff that appeared to be a puppy. It’s eyes were like little black marbles which encased its tears from falling.

John and Laila decided to take the puppy with them on their journey. They didn’t see any tags on him so they both decided he was a stray that just wanted a family to love and care for him.

Little did John and Laila know, this dog had been homeless for a reason. This dog, which Laila had decided to name, Barnabie, was now trying to bite through the car seats and was thankfully failing.

“Barnabie,” Laila looked back and saw the dog trying to rip through the seats, “Sit down NOW!” she screamed.

“Oh its only a puppy, its not like he can do much harm,” John said reassuring her.

That next moment John turned around to look at Barnabie just at that moment Barnabie looked straight into Johns gleaming golden eyes, only to distract him from turning around to face the traffic on the road ahead of them.

A huge bang sent the car flying and spinning out of control down the road. The car looked like a spinning top, which would not stop spinning even if it could.

Barnabie hid under Laila’s seat as the car flipped and rolled, doing summersaults down the highway until finally the car stopped.

John and Laila were still alive, but for how much longer? Laila had been knocked unconscious, while John was still conscious and alert. John reached for his cell phone in his pocket, and was able to call 911.

“Hello, LAPD, what is your emergency?” said the operator. The woman sounded a little too cheerful.

“There’s been an accident.”

“Where?” she replied.

“I don’t know! On Highway 30 I believe!” John started screaming into the phone.

“Calm down sir, there will be an ambulance there in no time,” she replied and hung up the phone and went back to playing her game of solitare on the computer, as if the call had never taken place.

Barnabie came out from under his hiding spot and went down and began to “lick” (as John though) his face. John was very wrong.

An innocent bystander came to check on the car which had been completely destroyed, only to hear an ear shuddering scream before opening the car door to a grotesque crime scene.