A Girl and Herā¦ uhā¦ Dog(?)
(This is my first official fanfic! Please have grace with me here š
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(This is apart of an AU Iām creating, so if not all the details are clear at first, THEREāS MORE! THEYāRE JUST MY BRAIN EXCLUSIVE AT THE MOMENT!)
Janeyās eyes fell to the snowy ground as she spoke to herself and herself alone, the frost melting off of the leavings in the warm light of the campfire. Her eyes drooped in exhaustion from days on end ofā¦ she didnāt know. Walking? Running? Hiding? Fleeing? Synonyms. She learned all those in English class. Though, she was now coming upon the realization that all of the kids she learned them with were probably dead by now. Or worse.ļæ¼
She looked down at herself. One sock, one intact boot, and a grey jumpsuit with the Enclave insignia on the sleeves. The Enclave. That faction made her chest squeeze and stomach twist. She missed her mom. She missed her dad. She missed when she had answers to everything. When the worst part of her day was spilled orange juice, and even that would be solved with filled glass and a comforting kiss on the forehead.
She wrapped her arms around her knees tighter.
Thump. Crunch. Thump. Drip. Thump.
She knew what that was. The thundering footsteps. That was a friend, she knew. But, that didnāt account for the dripping. Dripping? She sniffled a little, both from the cold and her distress, before scrunching her face up at the smell sheād just accidentally inhaled. Bloody. Rotten. What was-
Her unappealing questions was met with an even more unappealing answer, as an entire Brahmin leg was dropped into the ground with a squelching thud, sending Haney scrambling back in order to not get the one pair of clothes she had stained by the splattered blood. She stared at the leg, before looking up in shock.
And there, on the other side of the campfire, was Lady. Or, well, thatās what Janey called her anyways. She hoped it was a she. But she knew two things about she- it- whatever.
One. āLadyā could clearly understand her. Or, at the very least, understand human emotion. There was some intelligence in those eyes that peered at Janey in the dark. The eyes that has stared her down after killing an entire squadron of pursuing Enclave soldiers.
Two. Those same enclave soldiers had called Lady a āMatriach Deathclaw.ā Whatever that was. Janey just thought that Lady was a dinosaur, with the giant front facing horns (Though, one was completely broken off halfway leaving a rather nasty looking jagged edge), the scales, the tail, and the teeth. That was basically just a dinosaur, right? Though, Janey had to admit that Lady did have some big claws. And arms, for that matter. She certainly wasnāt a T-Rex.
Speaking of claws, Janey now realized that those same claws were holding the rest of the Brahmin, but they werenāt tearing into it yet. Once Janey actually craned her head up, Lady being about 10 times her tiny size, she noticed why.
Lady was staring. Directly. Intently. At Janey.
Ah. Well. Thatās eerie.ā
āā¦Uh. Iām not hungry-ā Janeyās stomach immediately betrayed her with a starving growl. Dang it.
āI canāt eat it!ā Janey held up her hands in defense. āItās raw meat. Itās not cooked. And- and- and it looks really gross. Iām sorry, but it really looks gross!ā
Janey held her breath. Did Deathclaws get offended by things?
Janey watched, cautiously, as Lady completely dropped the Brahmin body, slowly skulking over towards where the lone leg lay on the ground, before bending down to pick it up with a yellowed claw.
āI- uh- what-ā Janey stuttered through the questions she meant to ask Lady, but fumbled as she watched Lady return to the fire and justā¦ held the leg over it.
Lady lifted her other hand with intent, towards the Brahmin leg with great intent.
āWill cook. Soon. Wait. Warm. Not done.ā A low, growling voice came from Ladyās maw, speaking is broken English sentences. But it was a voice. Not feminine, not masculine, justā¦ there.
Janey stared at Lady with a slack jawed stare. Lady just looked back at Janey withā¦ actually, Janey has no idea what expression she was doing. It wasnāt humanoid.
āYOU COULD TALK THIS WHOLE TIME?!ā
āJaney. Never. Asked.ā
(Aaaand thatās the end of that chapter. YES. I love the talking Deathclaws in Fallout 2. YES. I am mad that they got rid of them. SO IāM BRINGING THEM BACK MYSELF!!! Expect more Lady, Janey and friends content š„³)
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