Post by mina on Jun 26, 2020 10:41:58 GMT
Vladimir Duckulas mom
Vladimir shook the water from his feathers. He had just bathed. He was used to the fact that everyone subsequently scolded his behavior.
But he was a duck, he had lived in the wild like a duck for many years. And these shook themselves to get the water out of their feathers.
Even his foster parents hadn't been able to wean him off.
However, they did not insist, he had just shaken behind the shower curtain like a wet dog.
Count Duckula tossed him a towel. Vladimir tied it around his waist.
It was actually nonsensical to Vladimir, you could only see feathers anyway. But Vladimir didn't want to hear any further instructions from Emma, the nanny wouldn't understand it anyway.
Vladimir was shaggy like his brother, not only the black hair on his head, the feathers curled a little on his chest and also a few feathers curled on his elbows.
Vladimir wondered if he had this from his mother, like his shaggy hair. He had been told that he had it from his mother, just like his father's hair color. He couldn't remember his mother. He was too young when she died. Killed by a vampire hunter.
Vladimir took another towel and dried his hair and had to yawn.
It was late and he was very tired. So he went straight to his chamber, put on his nightgown and went to the window again.
Igor had once told him that this chamber had always been his room. Even when he was a little chick, he had lived here.
Vladimir couldn't remember that either. Just a child's coffin in which he was lying, of course it was much too big. So big that he could move and roll in it.
Vladimir could remember how he had withdrawn in it when his father died.
Now he no longer slept in a coffin, but in a bed like his brother.
You were a strange family ...
Vladimir looked up sleepily at the moon, the wind whipped past the clouds and whistled the old walls.
Vladimir shook as the feathers stood there for a moment.
He turned around and finally went to bed, pulled the corner over himself and took his old teddy bear in his arms.
His foster mother had chopped this for him. It was his first Christmas in 1948 shortly after the war.
He had seen so much ...
Vladimir closed his eyes and fell asleep. In dreams he heard the whistling wind ...
... he whistled around him, had his feathers raised. Vladimir looked around. The trees around him were huge, almost all plants towered over him. There had to be a stream nearby. But the sound of the wind drowned it out. He was hungry, thirsty, but he had learned what to do, he had to hunt for food himself. Mice were fairly easy to catch, but poorly quenched their thirst. Chasing them required so much energy that he was exhausted again. Larger prey, like squirrels, were much harder to hunt.
If he was lucky he could ambush a rabbit, but he had to be careful with his sharp claws.
They could hurt him too easily.
Little Vladimir was lucky, a rabbit had settled nearby in a hollow, unnoticed, and was mumbling contentedly. But his ears were pricked up, very carefully, as silently as possible, Vladimir crept up. Always against the wind.
Vladimir was about to jump at him with a jump when he heard a crack behind him.
Startled, he turned around. The rabbit in front of him quickly disappeared and panicked.
A panic that Vladimir felt at the same time ...
Vladimir's fins were moving in his sleep, first they just twitched, then they started waving more and more ...
A Siberian tiger had jumped out of hiding and was about to pounce on the little vampire duck. Vladimir heard his hissing. It was as if he could already feel his breathing. He ran away in a panic, through the thick undergrowth where he hoped the tiger could not follow him.
Vladimir stumbled over a root, the tiger jumped out, Vladimir saw his huge body above him, his claws flashed ...
... in the next moment, he was on a battlefield. But he hardly noticed it. His thoughts were too distracted, he would be home soon ... soon ...
An explosion sounded at him. He was thrown into the air ... everything went dark around Vladimir ... then light ... the light around him grew brighter ... it was silent. Only a low voice came to him.
"Vladimir."
It was as if he had heard that tender voice before in his life, but he couldn't remember it.
And yet…
"Vladimir ... my little darling ..."
A figure came towards him as if from a light. He couldn't see her. Just the shadowy outline. It was a duck like him, a female duck.
"Mummy?" Vladimir was now small, half the size of the figure that called him.
"Yes darling ... Vladimir ... come here my little one."
The stallion dropped to her knees and leaned down to him.
"MUMMY!" Vladimir ran towards her.
Now he could see her better and better, her feathers were of a delicate brown, she had a fine beak, long curly hair that looked tousled.
He felt her take him up and lift him up. "Mummy…"
She hugged him and little Vladimir hugged her like he never wanted to let her go. "My little one ... my little darling ... I'm so sorry I left you alone ... I love you Vladimir."
"Me too you mom."
Aneska put him down carefully, now Vladimir was bigger again. He could look into her eyes and her face. She stroked his hair, then his face, his beak ...
"Oh my darling, what happened to you? Those scars."
"I've seen a lot of mom ... but now everything is fine ... I'm home."
"I know darling. You take care of your father."
Vladimir smiled. "He is my brother now."
"I know my little one. And you do your job very well. It was your destiny ... your fate." Her face faded.
"Mom! Please don't go again ..."
Vladimir felt her hand caress his forehead like a breath of wind. "I just wanted to visit you. A memory…"
"Mum where are you?"
"Very close to you. You just have to recognize me ..."
"Mummy?"
"You did your job ... Vladimir ... accompany your brother ... I love you ... I love you ..."
Vladimir awoke from his dream. But was it really a dream?
Outside, it was day. The sun had risen, a beam of light had touched his face like a gentle kiss, and had woken him up.
Vladimir smiled, he had seen his mother. "Mom ..." he whispered.