| Subject: Whee. I got it working again .Chapter 2 Inside. |
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Zyrian Iceblade
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Date Posted: 19:03:50 02/17/03 Mon
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Zyrian Iceblade
's message, " **the tall otter slides up, sits down by the fire and begins to write....**" on 11:59:26 02/10/03 Mon
Zri rubbed her aching back. Who did that young weasel think he was? Beating on a poor vixen like herself! She walked on, so filled with self-pity that she didn’t see Roanblade and Redpaw hiding behind a strong alder. The brothers snickered to each other as they stepped in front of the Seer. “Where you going snotnose? ” Roanblade growled, nudging his brother and sniggering. “ Err.. err, just across camp to get water, fine sirs.” She attempted, quivering. Redpaw grinned.“ Not allowed , vixen. This is rebel territory, if ye aren’t a Rebel then…” Almost immediately, a score or so of Rebels melted from the trees, arrows notched to their bows. Redpaw grinned. “Then I guess yore outta luck. Unless…” He stared hard at the Seer. “Unless ye tell us summat we’ve been dying to hear…literally.” He whispered coldly. Zri shivered and wept, not sure what to do. Keeping up her fake act of terror, she carefully slipped her paw into her cloak and drew out a wooden whistle. She leapt up and blew on it twice, summoning a score of Juska Warriors. The Warriors leapt out from from their hiding spots and surrounded the Rebels. Zri grinned wickedly at Roanblade and Redpaw. “Thou art wrong, brothers, thou art the ones who art out of luck!” She whispered. She gave the signal and the Warriors shot arrows at them with deadly accuracy. “Bury them here” She commanded the Warriors. With a new spring in her step, the old Seer went off to find Firestone and tell him the good news.
Firestone returned to his tent late that night. Now that the rebels had been executed, he could set his mind to other things; the new Taggerung for instance. He dearly wanted the Taggerung to be a son of his own, if it was possible. But, he needed a mother for the babe. Perhaps Zri had the solution. Just then, the Seer threw open the tentflaps. “Thou wanted to see me, Milord?” She whispered. Firestone looked up at her. “Yes. How did you know that, vixen?” He asked curiously. Zri smiled widely “Am I not a Seer of pure blood? I see all, O Ruler of the Clan!” She whispered majestically. “What troubles thee this night?” Firestone was amazed at her skill. She could read minds? Scary. “Seer, I have a predicament. The Clan is without a Taggerung. I wish him to be a son of my own, but I need a mother for the Warrior. Do you know of any pretty maidens? Mind, I want the young one to be as handsome and skilled as me.” Firestone explained. Zri grinned widely. “Thou request a pretty one, eh? I know of a few. No weaselmaids, though, Milord. Prisoners of thine.” She mused. Firestone considered this. “Bring them to me. The fairest of the lot!” He ordered. The vixen nodded obediently and swept from the tent, her long cloak billowing behind her.
Zri returned shortly with five maids and Juska Captains. Two maids were in poor condition, sobbing heaps of rags. Two maids were healthy looking enough, but not the least bit attractive. But, there was the fifth one. Firestone gaped at her. A fine, muscular ottermaid, who wasn’t the least bit scared in his presence. She struggled against the ropes and Captains who held her captive. Regaining himself, Firestone snapped at the Captains. “Leave the ottermaid be, Take the others back, I have no need for them!” His voice softening, he whispered to the now free ottermaid. “Now, now, me beauty, no need to put up a fuss.” He stroked her paw. The ottermaid snatched her paw away from him defiantly. “Keep yore scummy paws offa me, vermin.” She gritted. Firestone drew his paw back, pretending to be hurt by her statement, “Well, aren’t you the tough little maid from the woodlands.” He taunted her. “Here now, tell me your name, me pretty.” The ottermaid tried to back away, but he drew her close in a tight embrace. Captivated by him, she whispered. “Bracken, me name’s Bracken.” Firestone smiled at her. “That’s a pretty name.” He said. “Stay with me, Bracken” And Bracken did.
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