AG: I don't see how we're supposed to 8e 8ecoming friends if you recoil from my olive 8ranch like I'm twitching a mummified 8ovine phallus in your direction.
CG: BECOMING FRIENDS, WHAT THE FUCK.
CG: WE WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS, MORON.
AG: Not even h8 friends?
CG: NO. MORE LIKE TWITCHY EYED PROJECTILE VOMITING IN UTTER DISGUST FRIENDS, WHILE I PERFORATE MY BONE BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK.
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The fall of northern serris
Posted 10-13-2007 at 03:01 PM by scrab queen
something I did for an RPG. Mostly dealing with wolves. for some reason it ends up doing a u-turn and meeting up with the other story I did. Just putting it up here for opinions and advice. Plus, I was bored.
PART I She walked through the deserted mountains of the north, her stiff movements told of her exhaustion as she pushed through the burning sensation in her legs. With a small groan, she stopped and hunched over, her midnight blue hair falling around her like a curtain. She furrowed her brow and looked up, pure determination in her dark eyes. She forcefully pushed away from the ground and stumbled into a fleeting sprint, small tears of pain welling in her eyes. Shouts from behind her startled her, and she tripped, falling to the jagged ground with a solid thump. The shouts were getting closer now. She peeled her raw and bleeding flesh from the cold stone and dirt, and dizzily staggered for a few paces. She tried to steady herself as she attempted to run, but her body was drowning out her commands. She descended to the ground once more, and the shouts were slurred and fading. Everything seemed to smash into each other, and the world faded. The last thing she felt was a rush of wind across her frail frame. It was like she was floating...water maybe? NO. It couldn't be. The sensation of wet was not to be felt. Fur? No. There was no softness caressing her aching body. It was just...nothingness. A loud thudding sound reverberated throughout the infinite space. A heart? That's right. I have one. I am...alive? But if I am alive...why cannot I sense anything? I cannot feel, I cannot see, yet I live? 'Fight...it...must...' A splatter of blood hit her face, and she awoke groggily. Fighting against the forces that tried to consume her, she sat up. Heavy breathing could be heard behind her. A large serpent with wings was standing over a pile of mangled flesh, bearing it's teeth, and growling with every breath, a limb was hanging out the side of it's mouth. Panting, the creature turned, it’s red, menacingly glowing eyes affixed on hers while it flexed it's claws. She was overwhelmed... BLACKNESS. She fell hard to the ground, and another rush of wind passed over her, long enough for her vision to flash and identify that the serpent was gone... PART II “Tsukia. Tsukia!” Something was robbing her sleep from her by daring to wake her up. And it was touching her too. How dare they! “AHHHHhhmmph!…” With one swift movement of her claws, she had instinctively gotten hold of the thing’s throat and was squeezing for all her worth. “mmmph…*hack*” It was struggling. She didn’t like prey that struggled. Didn’t they know that if they calmed down, they might live? Foolish creature… “*gasp* ahhh…*cough*” It was still struggling frantically. This was getting to be rather irritating to her. Growling, she pulled her arm out from behind her to inspect the intruder. As soon as she saw who it was, she released her grip in a moment of panic. “Ah! Oh Kami! Are you okay?” She immediately started stroking the young pup’s hair, guiltily checking her over for permanent damage. “*cough* Ack……It’s…it’s alright. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.” Tsukia’s face softened. “That’s okay. But you have to stop doing that, Yoko. Remember when it happened with father? Everyone thought the humans were attacking us again. You almost got killed!” The pup’s ears went flat against her head. “Yes, I remember. I’ll try to stop. Gomen nasai.” Tsukia rustled her hair. “Good. At least there’s a real reason for you to wake us up today.” The pup’s eyes grew wide with hope. “Is it really the day Tsukia?” She smiled down at her. “Hai.” Who knew such a simple word could bring so much excitement? The pup was doing quite a display of joy, wiggling around, her small tail swishing about every which way. Her grin was so large, Tsukia thought it might split her in half if she didn’t stop soon. Calmly, she grabbed the restless pup by the shoulder, ceasing her movements. “Come now, we must wake father. If you are moving too much, he might think of you as an intruder…-again.” “Hai!” Together, they walked out of the main cave and headed to their father’s den. They found him outside on the cliff, staring far off into the foggy morning with a distant look upon his face. “Good morning. I hope you slept well…” “Yes father. Unfortunately for me though, the trouble maker tried to play rooster again.” The pup looked down and shuffled her feet around a bit. He chuckled warmly. “Well, I suppose we should be off.” He looked down to the small pup and smiled. “Do you know what today is?” “Hunting day!!!- oops.” She was ready to cheer loudly, but stopped herself, realizing the rest of the pack was still sleeping, especially their mother, who could clearly hear her if she was awake. She sheepishly covered her mouth. “That’s right.” He scooped up the pup and set her on his shoulder, while Tsukia just trailed behind. They walked at a sedate pace down the mountain and through the first edges of the forests surrounding them. The pup gently tugged at his ear. “Hmm?” “Father? What are we hunting?” He looked ahead. “Well my dear Yoko, It is up to you to spot it first.” She nodded and then shielded her eyes from the gleam of the morning sun, trying to spot something. After a while, her senses were straining, trying to catch something, anything. “Father? Something smells funny.” Tsukia put her nose to the wind, and noticed that something in the air wasn’t right. She quickly looked to her father, who had taken Yoko down from his shoulder, clutching her to his side. He had his teeth bared, and was growling slightly. Now, her father was a calm being, but even when the growls weren’t directed at her, even small ones like this, it still frightened her. “Tsukia, take Yoko. Don’t wait for me. They are here. You know what to do.” He was speaking through clenched teeth. Tsukia nodded and took her sister by the hand. They briskly walked away from the supposed threat and looked for a suitable place to hide. They learned not to run since the last time this had happened. They had found a large tree who’s trunk was hollowed out. After settling in, Tsukia made one last check for any more threats. “Tsukia? What’s happening?” Tsukia did not take her eyes from the entrance. “It was a dragon.” Yoko nervously stroked her tail. “Why would the dragons attack us? They used to be nice…” “The humans are the cause of all this. They took all the hunting ground, and are determined to kill every last dragon for stealing their livestock. The dragons have no choice but to prey upon demons like us.” She relaxed a bit and sat near the opening. “Don’t worry, all this will settle soon. The northern land will belong to the wolves, the humans, or the dragons. I’m in favor of the dragons myself.” Yoko looked up, shocked. “But Tsukia! Why would you want our home to belong to them! They attacked us!” Tsukia grabbed up the pup and put her next to her. “Shhh! Keep your voice down. I’d prefer the dragons because they are known for keeping peace better than any other being. They are only attacking us out of necessity. If you would have seen, there was another dragon. It was a female, carrying pups. The one that was about to attack us was trying to feed his family.” Realization swept Yoko’s expression. “Oh.” Tsukia looked out into the open. “You should abandon that kind of thinking. That’s the kind of thinking the humans harbor for us.” She crawled out of the trunk. “It’s alright. We should head back home now.” Yoko nodded and took Tsukia’s hand. Tsukia stopped unexpentantly. Her eyes were dark. “Yoko. Go home. There’s something - …something I forgot.” Yoko looked up at her, and bolted out of sight. When Tsukia ever says something like that, Yoko knew something was wrong. She ran as fast as her young legs could take her. She needed to warn the others. Tsukia ran off to the east, stopping at a cave buried beneath a mangle of roots. She pulled it apart to reveal a hilt. She quickly slipped the sword from it’s sheath and ran to where she last saw the battle. ‘Not this time. I will not lose them again.’ |
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