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Date Posted: 19:44:59 01/02/04 Fri
There once was a city, long ago, named, Ignall. In Ignall lived the bravest of the brave. The kindest of the kind. The smartest of the smart. There were all sorts of creatures living together in harmony.
Yarcks, for example were part dog and part human. Urffs were a cross between dragons and bulls. Opuss were both bird and human, to name but a few...
There were very rare races there also. Phees were aligator and squirrl. Impalls were the rarest of rare, Humans and elves, I know it isn't very special, but to the Ignall people, they were rare. The same with Harows. They were a cross between dwarf and elf.
A few Impalls and Harows would have changed lives after a year. One such Impall was, Thorin. Thorin was strong, smart, and usually kept to himself. His clothing was simple. A sword proof shirt under his rusty colored shirt. The same color applied with his pants. Black hair came down to his strong well built shoulders. Dark forbidding eyes were usually sharp and kind.
Another Impall was Fertill. Fertill had a light and carefree attitude. His clothes showed his personality. A pale blue cloak tied together with a green pendant before his neck, and a tan shirt. Baggy rusty colored pants hid his legs. Loose sandy hair tumbled to his neck. Blue eyes were always shining, and fun.
One Harows life would change too, Rosha. Rosha had a knack for swords, daggers, sabres, scmitinars, practicly anything with a blade. Her black hair was always braided, and soft brown eyes were always alert, even though hardly any emotions except for kindness showed in her eyes. If you even call kindness an emotion. Dark woodland colored clothes made her almost invisible in the woods. A cloak coverd in leaves was hardly ever off her.
One last persons life to change was a Harow named Argathall. She had dark brown clothes and a leafy cloak like Rosha. Short brown hair came to the bottom of her ears. Green eyes always shone compasion, love, and hate. Every kind of emotion was shone in the eyes.
Here's the story.
"Hello? Argathall? It's Rosha! Come out this inst-Aha!" Rosha raced after Argathall in a game of blend with the forest. Their green shoes made no noise whatsoever exept for the light rustle of leaves.
"Aarrrgggaaatthhhaaaalllll!"
"Rrrroooossssshhhhhaaaaaaa!"
"Oh, fiddle dum sticks." Rosha stopped and stood still, soon after, she wasn't visible to an ordinary observer. They had to look very closely to even ditect the shape of a Harow. Argathall did the same.
"Fit, frat, an' foddley dee!" Argathall whispered to her life long companion. "Th' prunes have been folowing us! Well, grab me cloak an' rob me food, those Impalls neva leave us alone long enough to play blend with th' forest."
"Yes, yes, Argathall. They have been our friends since, er, fifteen years ago. Lifelong companions, like we are."
"Yes, Rosha." A mischevios smile hovered on Argathall's lips. "Yes, companions need a little scarin once an' a while eh?"
"Hmmm..I suppose." Rosha and Argathall dissapeared from veiw without a trace.
"Oh, golly. That Rosha an' Argathall neva run out of energy, Thorin." Fertill plopped down on a rock, making a THWUNG noise.
"Ahhahahahah! Umamamama jarka tuta!"
"Urfanata weekarta fittlil faate! Marsellft!"
"Oh, come on, Rosha. You can do better than an Eparaka accent." Thorin insulted up into the trees.
"Oh, an' Argathall, it's, Urfrantara..not, Urfanata." Commented Fertill.
"Oh, come off it, Urgan language!" Rosha and Argathall jumped down out of the trees.
"Eparaka, Urgan, Yapa, an' Quettle Vince." Thorin commented.
Rosha rolled her eyes like all fifteen year olds do. "C'mon. Your fifteen an' smart as ur, Deiffa Baw."
"Deiffa Baw's an ole prune." Thorin snorted.
"Argathall, Urfrantara means supper, Urfanata means ate." Fertill stated.
"Pshaw! Eglazes could've 'eard tha' plop miles away, give-away-our-location-pants!"
The four friends would have stopped had they noticed the peircing yellow eyes surrounding them one by one.
"Urfagara! Suppa fa O Rogga" a scratchy low pitched voice called out so that the Impalls and Harows couldn't hear."Charge!"
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