Asiria's Tale Chapter 1
#1 of Asiria's Tale
Copyright © 2010 by Alan P. All rights reserved.
Chapter 1: The Morning
Asiria awoke slowly to her room filled with a twilight haze. The sun had yet to rise and a light fog crept in under the blanket that served as her door. Asiria yawned and stretched under her blankets. She ran her paws over her naked fur covered body. She felt good today, though she growled reluctantly at the thought of starting her day. She didn't want to open the tavern on this cold foggy morning.
After a moment of talking to herself, to motivate her to do her job, she threw the covers off herself and got out of bed. She stretched once more, several joints cracking. Then, she padded over to her dresser. The wood floor was rough and cold on the pads of her feet. She dealt with the cold as she started to dress.
She pulled out of her dresser her leather and cotton shorts. She put the shorts on slowly, she whimpered a little at the touch of the cold leather. Asiria wiggled her tail into the slit in the back of the shorts as she pulled them over her waist. She buttoned up the shorts and let out a little huff of relief. She felt a little warmer as her tail flicked and swished. Her fur started fluffing up after being pushed down from sleep.
She then put her wide leather collar on. She buttoned it in the back and started putting on her vest. Asiria was used to the cold now and she started to button the shirt, fastening the two buttons near the bottom. She then brought it over her shoulders and could feel the cold leather through her fur, her skin shivered a little. Asiria pulled the front of the vest over her breasts; the vest was tailored and formed to hold to her as it cupped her curvaceous bust. The leather was cold on her furless nipples she shivered a little but continued dressing.
After Asiria had her vest on she threaded her belt through the loops on the low half of the vest that flowed over her waist. This not only helped hold her vest closed, it supported her shorts as well. Asiria adjusted her clothes to her liking, making sure they were comfortable. She looked through the bottom drawer on her dresser and pulled out her supplies. Asiria looked over the things in the drawer, her emerald green eyes scanning over them. She took out the small pouch of gold she carried as well as her dagger and the key to the tavern. She attached the dagger to her right side hip on the belt. She then tied the gold pouch to the belt just behind the dagger. The tavern key hung on a hank of leather which she wore as a necklace. Slipping the key over her head she shut the drawer with her foot she stood as her tail swayed gently.
Now that Asiria was dressed and quite used to the cold morning she felt good. She smiled and wagged her tail. She scratched the hair on her head; it was a light blue like the clearest skies. The fur on her body was a deep blue like that of a deep ocean. Under her left eye is a white streak of fur. It runs from the bottom of the back of her eye and gets wider, curving up suddenly as it nears the front of her eye. It gives her eye the appearance of something like white eye shadow.
Asiria's hair was long and flowing; she ran her human-like paws through it and pushed it back over her shoulders. It draped there down her neck and just below her shoulders. She laid her tail low and walked to the door. She left the bedroom and went into the small den; the fire from last night was down to coals. She walked through the den and grabbed her dark green cloak off a hook by the front door leading into the street. Then she threw on the cloak and wrapped it around her.
The woolen cloak was long and soft; it stopped a bit above the ground, about mid-calf. It was warm and it made Asiria smile. Her tail wagged gently under the long cloak as she pulled the cloth door aside and stepped out of her house and into the street.
Chapter 2: The Market
Sitting between the southern forest and the northern mountains is a small town. It is early morning; a gentle fog blankets the ground. The sun has yet to break the horizon. A cold winters wind blows occasionally, stirring a few of the simple cloth doors of the poorer homes. An empty market square rests in the center of the town. A small gazebo is here, made of old graying wood and cobbled stone; it fits in quite nicely with the bleak market. Around the market are several closed shops, yet to open for morning business. In the gazebo, sitting on a bench, a figure in a dark green cloak can barely be seen in the morning's twilight haze of fog. This is Asiria, waiting in her usual place to greet the morning sun.
Asiria always got up early in the morning to watch the sunrise. Being alone as the sun broke the horizon made her smile. She would watch it come up and feel at ease. She looked at the golden fog drifting through the streets. She was the only one of her kind in the city. This usually made her feel sad and alone. But, in the morning when all the humans are asleep in their houses still, she would sit here alone in the fog watching the morning sun. She felt that it was just here and the sun, the town would wash away, the thoughts of the city would fade, and she would be back in the grassy hills of her childhood, sitting on the tallest hill she could find in the morning, watching the sunrise as she would now. A calming peace washed over Asiria as her mind drifted and the first glimpses of sun appeared, she continued to daydream.
As the sun was now fully over the horizon and in full view it lit Asiria's face under her hood. She swiveled her ears as she started hearing people start their days. Her smile faded a little as she now realized she wouldn't be alone anymore. She wondered how business would be today and if her friend Shayne would stop in for a visit. Asiria stood up and stretched a little, then walked out of the gazebo heading toward her tavern.