Note: This takes place when Andalites were capable of thought speech, but
were in the 'stone age'.
Prolouge
Darange stood, his fur rippling in the wind, his tail blade twitching, and his breathing slow and heavy. He was on top of Recird's Rock, named after the famous tail fighter, Recird. Smiling, the Andalite in front of him used his tail to draw a straight line in the dust.
The invitation for a fight.
Darange calmly cocked his tail behind him, using only one stalk eye to look at the female beside them. Hopefully she would be his female. The other Andalite, Kirem, got in his classic fighting stance. He was confidant, cocky even, for he had been in many battles, but this was only Darange's first.
Kirem struck!
His tail a blur, even to the female's eyes, lashed out and was stopped midair by Darange, only an inch from his neck. No time, Darange thought, only act and react. Now both their tails were a blue blur, a one on one at superhuman speed. At one point, Kirem's blade sliced one of his fingers, leaving only a bloody stump. But Kirem also had his weaknesses, and when he tried to parry a blow, the image from one of his stalk eyes went dead.
Suddenly, the fight froze. By one single, lucky, desperate strike, Darange's blade was at Kirem's throat. Kirem now had two choices: he could fight and have his throat slit, or leave and keep his pride in one piece. Kirem, not used to losing, not liking it, decided to fight. His tail blade was swift, but there is a major difference between five feet, and five millimeters. Before Kirem's tail was even halfway to Darange, he staggered, and collapsed.
Darange turned to the female. She was a petite, delicate thing in his mind. She had a small tail blade, tiny fingers, thin stalk eyes, and the most beautiful main eyes he had ever seen.
Their tails began to intertwine as they trotted back to Darange's scoop.
SNAP.
He paused. What was it?
Stay here! He ordered the female, Jaurel, as he redied his tail and became more alert. Much more alert.
An Andalite emerged from the trees holding very large spear. Two more Andalites emerged behind him.
What do you want? Darange yelled.
You will come with us, slave. One of them muttered.
Slave? I'm not a slave, and they know that, he thought.
That was when he realized, they were the Forson, a group of slave hunters in deep trouble. The slave they had been hunting had disappeared recently, and their master wouldn't care to see the difference between him, and the escaped one.
Ahhhhhhh! He yelled as the blunt side of a tail blade connected with his left temple. He staggered, but he didn't fall.
I must protect her, he thought.
He swung his tail blindly, felt it whoosh through the air, and then blackness.
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I don't know . . . anyone interested in this? If so, I'll continue, I have a few ideas.
Prolouge
Darange stood, his fur rippling in the wind, his tail blade twitching, and his breathing slow and heavy. He was on top of Recird's Rock, named after the famous tail fighter, Recird. Smiling, the Andalite in front of him used his tail to draw a straight line in the dust.
The invitation for a fight.
Darange calmly cocked his tail behind him, using only one stalk eye to look at the female beside them. Hopefully she would be his female. The other Andalite, Kirem, got in his classic fighting stance. He was confidant, cocky even, for he had been in many battles, but this was only Darange's first.
Kirem struck!
His tail a blur, even to the female's eyes, lashed out and was stopped midair by Darange, only an inch from his neck. No time, Darange thought, only act and react. Now both their tails were a blue blur, a one on one at superhuman speed. At one point, Kirem's blade sliced one of his fingers, leaving only a bloody stump. But Kirem also had his weaknesses, and when he tried to parry a blow, the image from one of his stalk eyes went dead.
Suddenly, the fight froze. By one single, lucky, desperate strike, Darange's blade was at Kirem's throat. Kirem now had two choices: he could fight and have his throat slit, or leave and keep his pride in one piece. Kirem, not used to losing, not liking it, decided to fight. His tail blade was swift, but there is a major difference between five feet, and five millimeters. Before Kirem's tail was even halfway to Darange, he staggered, and collapsed.
Darange turned to the female. She was a petite, delicate thing in his mind. She had a small tail blade, tiny fingers, thin stalk eyes, and the most beautiful main eyes he had ever seen.
Their tails began to intertwine as they trotted back to Darange's scoop.
SNAP.
He paused. What was it?
Stay here! He ordered the female, Jaurel, as he redied his tail and became more alert. Much more alert.
An Andalite emerged from the trees holding very large spear. Two more Andalites emerged behind him.
What do you want? Darange yelled.
You will come with us, slave. One of them muttered.
Slave? I'm not a slave, and they know that, he thought.
That was when he realized, they were the Forson, a group of slave hunters in deep trouble. The slave they had been hunting had disappeared recently, and their master wouldn't care to see the difference between him, and the escaped one.
Ahhhhhhh! He yelled as the blunt side of a tail blade connected with his left temple. He staggered, but he didn't fall.
I must protect her, he thought.
He swung his tail blindly, felt it whoosh through the air, and then blackness.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I don't know . . . anyone interested in this? If so, I'll continue, I have a few ideas.