Scene 1, Part 1 Canis Chronicles -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 19:48:04 06/28/02 Fri
Author: Canis and Storyteller
Subject: Scene 1, Part 1 Canis Chronicles

"The black scaled Vekindar walked calmly down the crimson carpet that led to throne of King Daivon the third, Ruler of all Crrh. The femme stood out blatently from the other royalty who gathered here, their hides swirling brightly with the most fashionable marbles and stripes. Colorful curving necks cringed back in alarm as the black female continued her lope towards the King. She was huge in comparision to most of them, and in a showing of utter disrespect, left her claws unsheathed as she ran, tearing huge holes in the carpet. Respected Canis and Khauvin guests growled as she passed, and a few of the more aristocratic females fainted in shock. The King however met this outsider's gaze evenly, and rose from his throne, a grimace upon his greying muzzle. His Queen, an elderly Khauvin and mate of the King for 75 years, rose with him. Kavara, a trusted Canis advisor was already standing. But even with these powerful leaders before her, the female Vekindar came closer, ever closer, until the carpet had ended, at which point she stopped and smirked at the leaders.

'How nice, a Vekindar of royal blood with a dogbird as his little helper and, of course, a member of the Khauvin cult as his pleasure. Seems reasonable.'
The Canis' hackles raised and she emitted one furious snarl,'You will bow before His Majesty and apologize for your insulting comments!'
'Oh, is the feathered mongrel angry?' The black Vekindar laughed and gave a swift bow in jest,'I'm sorry King Daivon for sharing the truth of your moronic ways, and acknowledging that you prefer Khauvins and Canises to your own flesh and blood.'
'If you came here to challenge me black one, I would suggest you get on with it. I do not take kindly to aggrivating intruders.' the King's gaze did not waver.
There was a momentary flash of amusement in the femme's eyes, 'Alright then old dead-blade. I challenge you for the throne.'

"The King nodded quietly, and stepped forward, pausing only a moment as his mate laid a cautioning blade across his chest. He nodded once to her, and she lowered her tail, allowing him to face the black opponent. The King lowered his head once as was custom before a fight, but was forced to leap backwards as the black swung her blade at his exposed neck. More of the feeble Vekindar maidens gasped at this new display of ignoring ancient customs, but the rest went about their own buisness. Challenges for the throne were common, and no one had ever beaten their beloved King. There would be no differnce in this rude, ill-mannered, stranger.

"Meanwhile, a small violet female Canis watched the fight with awe from her position within the crowd of Vekindar lords and ladies. Young Seleth would be ten in a few days from now, and her mother thought it was time that she begin to learn the duties of serving under royalty. Her mother was Advisor Kavara after all, and when she retired, the most important Canis position would be passed down to her. But Seleth grinned and wagged her tail furiously behind her, she was very much looking forward to seeing King Daivon kick this sorry black Vekindars arse.

"The black Vekindar began to circle the blue King, occasionally snapping at him with long polished fangs. The male circled with her, his tail lashing out but missing at all the head attacks she made. Eventually the female stopped, and with a snort, raised all of the spikes that covered her body in a bored manner. The black then returned to circling again, around, and around. She mocked the King as she circled, with voice, tooth, and blade. The King tried to remain calm, ber her taunts beckoned him forward and thus he leaped at her, all claws extended. However the challenger rolled on her back to catch him and shove him into the opposing wall. Court members scattered as the King crashed into stone, and the Black femme pounced upon the collapsed royal.

"There was a shout of surprise and horror as the femme raked her claws easily through the Kings supposedly inpenetrable hide. The King's blood fell heavily upon the floor and though he struggled to rise, the black female smacked him strongly against the head with the edge of her blade. She roared with glee, 'Give up King? Or, no, I'll force you to give up.' She held her blade at the king's throat. 'This was much easier then I expected old one. And for your lack of enthusiasm, you get to die. Say bye now idi... HRRROOAAAAAWWWW!!!!!!'

"Many of the bystanders gasped as the black Vekindar was suddenly engulfed in flame. Some turned to peer at Kavara, and grinned wickedly with realization as the Canis muttered harsh words under her breath. The Queen however bellowed in anguish and ran to her mate, unaware of the writhing blackening mass to her side. She nuzzled the King's painfilled face, and laid herself gently beside him as he strugged for breath. It was then that young Seleth shoved herself out of the mass of screaming Vekindar royalty, leaped through the air, and landed by the head of the dying King. She placed one small paw upon him, and her small face contorted in pain as she desperately tried to save the king with the only healing spell she'd learned at her young age... the transfer of damage spell.

"Kavara, dumbstruck, broke chant at the sight of her pup careening into possible danger and raced across the stone floor to protect her. The restraining fire dissapeared and in one swift furious movement the burnt Black Vekindar had decapitated the negligent, mourning Queen. She turned and faced the Canis who had put her through this misery and leaped upon her, shredding the delicate wings in one swift movement. Young Seleth raised her head and screamed as she watched her beloved mother's body rip apart at the hands of the black Vekindar. The small violet body was a blur as she flung herself upon the black creature, and the Vekindar screamed again as the pup bravely attempted to transfer the pain she'd absorbed from the King into the body of attacker. But the pup had no real grip and with one shake was flung off into the crowd, and the black Vekindar laughed.

"She laughed in silence. The poor Vekindar around her didn't know what to do. Blood of their great King and Queen was spilt upon the floor, and all three creatures they had turned to for leadership, law, and advice were dead. All this in only a matter of minutes. But their fears were finalized as the black femme walked over to the dead King and placed her hand upon his chest. She jerked forward, then back, holding within her bloody claw what was once the King's heart. She devoured it in one gulp, and the crowd gasped. She was now Queen."

'My name is Vemona. I am your Queen now. You listen to me, or I will kill you as I have killed your worthless leaders. Vekindars, you have a true leader now who understands and respects you for the ultimate species that you are. Go home, and be with your Vekindar families, we will rule this planet at no effort of our own. Khauvins, you are to get out of my sight! Any of you here are to run, form one of your damn cults on the opposite side of my planet and avoid me at all costs. If I see you, you will die. And Canis, because of your lovely little representatives here. You will be my servants and slaves, follow my orders or I kill you like I killed Kavara. I am evil, and cruel, and harsh, and ugly, and mean, and..."

"Good blade, man! Can't you tell a decent horror story without wrecking it with all your be'dinamed adjectives at the end?" The story teller's tale was interupted by a young, muscular, red furred, Canis-magi, his teal eyes flashing with annoyance.
"It's not a horror story, it's truth!"
The red shook his head slowly and flapped long orange feathered wings once in annoyance, "Oh come now, the Queen isn't that bad... Don't try to scare us story teller."
A silvery-green furred female Canis bapped the male over the head with one long white-feathered wing. "You know, he was doing just fine Favren until you went and interupted him."
Favren turned and mock-growled at the femme, "Did I ask you Sherra?"
"No you didn't," interupted another male, this one yellow furred with bright red feathered wings, "But you didn't ask me either and yet I'm agreeing with her."
"Dinam you Samrak!"
Another dark blue-furred femme joined in the fun, "Watch your mouth Favren." And she bapped him over the head with silver feathered wing.
"Nice hit Kyris! Let me try," an amused orange-furred Canis-warrior smacked at Favren's shoulder with the blunt of his blade.
"Oh no! Shenvik's ganging up with them?" Favren whined and flipped on his back, "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me!"
Kyris growled playfully and pounced him, "You cussed you bad, bad, boy!"
Shenvik laughed, "Yeah Favren... what a baaaaad boy."
"Whadda bad boy....No cussy cussy!" Samrak laughed.
Favren growled and playfully threw Kyris off, rising to his feet in a leap. He howled and went careening into Shenvik, shoving him into the still laughing Samrak. Only Myaki and Sherra remained calm enough to watch somewhat disturbed-looking storyteller rise and leave the playful Canis group of friends. Sherra shook her head and laid down, watching the others. Myaki however thought about the day to come, and didn't blame the rest for keeping their minds off it. For tomorrow they had to answer Queen Vemona's summons, summons that meant she was ready to assign you the job for your life.

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