| Subject: story im working on... yeah i know, i cant write furries very well |
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Date Posted: 17:55:38 11/03/03 Mon
Out across the plain, near the horizon, something moved. Cae Verdegris shielded her eyes with a paw, trying to make out some shape within the approaching dustcloud. Then she dashed along the walltops toward the big warning drum.
Positioned on the roof of Garra Keep, it was used to pass along word of traveling caravans and incoming storms, as well as the marauding vermin bands that roamed the area, to the general populace.
Boom! Boom boom-boom-boom booooom! The squirrelmaid beat out the signal for “creatures approaching”, then whooped for joy and did a cartwheel. Another of the sentries, a male several seasons younger than Cae, looked at her quizzically. “Why’re ye so happy alluva sudden? Is there gonna be a battle?”
In answer, Cae did a triple backflip and landed on the battlemented wall. Grinning maniacally, she did a crazy little dance.
One of the older creatures, an otter named Trull, chuckled. “Ah, don’ worry, she ain’t gone off her rocker yet,” he explained to several nervous-looking recruits. “She does this ev’ry time there’s even half a chance that good-fer-nothin’ Torro lad’ll be visitin’. Now y’all go on back t’yer posts, else Her Royal Lovesickness will have ye booted offen th’ keep!”
Hawk, the young squirrel who had spoken up earlier, looked disappointed. Slouching back to his section of the wall, the teenager banged his spearbutt on the stones disgustedly. “When d’we get a real fight? I didn’t join up ‘ere t’stand round all day watchin’ a mouldy old tower fall t’bits under me paws, grain o’ sand by grain o’ sand. Where’s the glory in that, huh? Where’s the adventure? Where’re all o’ them big bad warlords and bloodthirsty vermin when ye want ‘em, that’s what I’d like t’know!”
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