FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

First, thank you reader, I'll do my best to be succinct about all this. If you read the first part of this... well... whatever you want to call it, you'll understand what I am trying to do. If I can get myself through all these little back stories or intros or character origins, I can at least build something for them. But, for right now let's continue on with a character that truly fits with this area, Mureen.

Mureen is, in so many words, an intelligent space puma marooned in the Earth wilderness.

She was part of a survey ship that was hit by space junk when they tried to make a close pass between the earth and moon. The ship crashed, sliding down a mountainside and into a lake. As it tumbled, her ship broke up, and the section that Mureen was in separated. More or less that segment crumbled as it reached the lake, depositing her relatively easily next to a stream that fed the lake. Two other large sections of the ship skipped off of some large rocks and into a much deeper section of water, sinking quickly. The last section of any significance, the command module, and the area from where Mureen's wreckage had broken off from, struck the water and remained afloat for some time. As it drifted out to the middle of the lake, it slowly filled with water. After a precious few moments it began to roll over to the gaping hole where she had broken away from, and almost as soon as the waterline broached that lip of damage, the wreck hissed and slipped strait down below the surface.

She awoke to find a human, to her some scruffy alien, trying to pick her up. She knocked it back easily enough but when she tried to bound away, the pain forced her back to the ground. The crash had left her badly injured, and running away might not be possible. Mureen looked over to this native alien to size up a possible fight to the death. But no, it just sat up and slumped against a tree. The whole time talking some nonsensical gibberish, she couldn't even tell if it was talking to her or itself or to maybe a communication device. It kept its eyes down, possibly still dazed from her strike a few moments earlier. She could have tried to crawl away from this chattering thing, but she had a feeling that it wouldn't leave her alone like that. After a few minutes, it stopped talking and stared at her wounded legs, still trying to avoid looking at her face. Then with a deep shuddering breath, it looked up and the two locked eyes that shared the same color of green.

At least that's how she tells me it happened. The me of that universe remembers that day a bit differently. I remember going down the mountain to go fishing at the lake. I remember the morning sky lighting up to an incredible brightness, and then this deafening roar. The lake heaved with this giant wave and as I mad my way to the edge of the water I saw this big cat, as tall as me, harnessed to a... well.. It looked like a big car seat bolted to a block of cabinets and lockers with a bunch of metal bits and some sort of plastic strewn all around. The cat looked out cold, but breathing. My first thought was "Holy crap, a puma!", but after that I needed to help any way I could. I unbuckled the harness, and this surprisingly heavy sack of potatoes slumped down on top of me. I had just managed to squirm out from underneath of it and started checking for any serious wounds when it snapped awake and near instantly bopped me on top of the head. Things get a bit fuzzy from there, but I do recall wondering to myself why someone would put big black cat in a flight suit, and whether or not circuses use cargo planes. To be honest I was having trouble grasping the situation. Things got really weird when I noticed a bloody wound on it's hind leg and the rips on the flight suit. I looked right at it, right in it's face, something you're not supposed to do with cats that don't trust you, pointed at its legs and then made a big X with my arms. I didn't know what to expect but then IT NODDED. 3 nods, not just a bob or a shake that could be misinterpreted but 3 distinct nods in a row. This was no lost circus animal.

This strange alien was trying to communicate to her, its language if you wanted to call it that seemed all but useless, but now it was pantomiming to try to get a message across. Mureen knew that it was trying to convey to her that she couldn't walk or that her legs were bad, she knew that and nodded. It went wide eyed for a moment, and then touched its head and then made a gesture with its hand where it touched its first two fingers together and spread out the other three. This made no sense to her and she tried to tell it so, but it immediately drew back when she started to talk. Apparently it felt threatened by her voice and thus talking wasn't going to work. She took a small breath touched her head and then cocked her head to the side while making the most confused face she could. The human mimicked the confused face, perhaps unconsciously. They stared at each other for a few seconds that way heads tilted with their faces in a silly expression. It pointed to her legs again and made the "bad" sign again to which she nodded again, slowly. It nodded back, slowly, then pointed at her head and made the "bad" sign while tilting it's head. It wanted to know if her head was bad? No. Hurt, it wants to know if her head was hurt. She moved her head from side to side slowly. It smiled. Mureen tried the same question, pointing at it's head and then crossing her arms. The alien made one long slow nod. It's head was hurt.

That's enough for now, there are others that need introduced.

Thank you reader for getting this far.