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Dartchikam Tamstroces
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Date Posted: 20:07:44 05/15/03 Thu
(ooc:Here's my biography written into chapters,eventually I'll post the second chapter,but it's not complete.bic)He sighs and sets down a huge book.As he opens the first page,a slight wind goes around.It carries the scent of many ages and places...
Dartchikam Tamstroces
The tale of a squirrel and a fox
Two ferrets and a stoat walked through the woodlands. It was an unusual black night: no moon nor stars were seen in the sky. One of the ferrets, a white one, passed a cloak to her companions to shelter from the rain. The trio scuttled quickly into the heart of darkness and were soon lost.
‘’D’ya two know where we’m bee a goin’?’’ Asked the white one, named Runethain.
‘’Oi thought Rebusco was leadin‘!’’ Complained the black one called Denlar.
Rebusco, the stoat, spoke in her high pitched voice, replying to Denlar the ferret ‘’Kirkir, I vere not keeping track, I thought you scummy ferrets vere!’’
All three of them continued through the dark forest of Basired with no clue of where they where heading.
After their argument, Rebusco started another about where to camp. Denlar kept on complaining about tents and bugs, and Runethain wanted to go on. Eventually they found a small, dry glade covered in grass and slept.
If Rebusco, Denlar and Runethain had travelled much further, they would’ve come across a cabin at exactly midnight.
Inside the small cabin, just as midnight passed, a clap of thunder roared over the woods. That was when the squirrel warrior of the woods was born!
The mother and father of the newborn babe were delighted, but tired. They lay the youngster upon a bundle of blankets and watched as he journeyed into the realm of the dreams: sleep.
The next morning, the babe‘s parents spoke of a name. Leepturrel, the babe’s father, wanted to call their son Relvoke Burswail. The mother, whose name was Clovarch, suggested Relvpaw Inkwail, her own little idea of Inkpaw mixed with her husband Leepturrel’s original idea.
Leepturrel agreed to the name and got up to help make a breakfast for three squirrels.
Breakfast that morn was very good. The young babe, Relvpaw Inkwail, ate as much as could before the meal was over.
The little squirrel was very strange for a newborn and spoke on his seventh day. Not much longer after he started to speak, bit by bit, Relvpaw was tackling trees and climbing high as one could go. He impressed his parents greatly with his strangely, quickly-learnt but natural skills.
One misty morning near the end of spring, the Squirrelbabe, now ten seasons old, came tumbling towards Clovarch squeaking and pulling a face.
‘’Mama, mama!’’ he squeaked ’’Dere big fat foxies inna funny costumes comin’ diss way!’’
‘’Relvpaw, quick, go get your father! I’ll stay here, I know how to deal wid foxies!’’ Said Clovarch, and with that the two squirrels left each other, for their last time.
Little Relvpaw hurried through the woodlands to where his father was chopping up an ancient rowan tree, the sun glimmering off the beautiful inscription on the axe: Dartstroces Chikamtam.
Leepturrel turned around and listened to what his son had to say.
The father squirrel jogged with his axe in his belt and son in paws, his face was confused: were the foxes killers?, how many were there?, were they travellers?
All these questions were answered, but not to Leepturrel. Clovarch had retrieved a long sword and ran outside to see the wicked faces of sixty foxes.
The first word she said to them echoed through the woodland Basired as the female warrior swung the blade and charged into the foxes.
’’Dartsquirrels Treepipers!’’ She roared. That was the war cry of most warrior squirrels.
Not far away, in a thin pine grove, Leepturrel’s eyes went wide and his fur bristled, his cry echoing in reply: ’’Dartsquirrels Treepipers!’’
The noble warrior left his offspring and charged onward to the war cry of the squirrels. Relvpaw was left in a sunny pine grove, the axe at his side where Leepturrel had purposely left it. The youngster raised the weapon and roared, not knowing why or what ’’Dartsquirrels Treepipers!’’
Relvpaw Inkwail, son of Clovarch and Leepturrel, took his heavy new weapon and dragged it off. The young one looked back in the direction where his arch enemy, Ringut Tosoriecath: The fox master, laughed as his mother and father were cut into small pieces by the remaining forty-five foxes.
And so Relvpaw Inkwail went off in search of a place to train, where he could rally friends, or amazingly, even an army and seek out and slay the one who slew his only family.
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