The X-men: Evolution Presents, Moonrose's Edition
A/N – Yes, I got permission from Chellerbelle. I highly doubt it will be as funny, but I'm giving a try.
The second story is Wolf and Dog.
Once upon a time, a Wolf named Rahne was having a harsh time hunting. The humans had greatly depleted the deer herds and Rahne had discovered she could not get food. Tired, hungry, and barely holding it together, she was trotting down the road when a Dog, Remy…
"Hold it one minute petite!"
Yes?
"You made Remy a dog?"
Well, I couldn't make it Rogue. And I wasn't going to incite Wolvie's wrath.
Logan growled at the nickname, but didn't protest too much.
And Sabertooth is not a canine. He's a kitty.
"Watch it," Sabertooth warned.
You're the only one left Remy.
Remy seemed upset and crossed his arms, going back to sulking.
"Cousin Rahne, what troubles you so?" he questioned, concerned for his wolf-cousin.
Rahne let out a soft sigh. "Humans have depleted the deer resources. I do not wish to take from the flocks, but it seems I may have no choice," she explained.
"Oh, we can't have any of that," Remy corrected.
"Now wait one minute! Remy would never speak out against thievin'!" Remy snapped.
"That so Swamp Rat?" Rogue responded, crossing her arms across her chest.
I'll leave you two to duke this out and continue with the story.
"Oh, we can't have any of that," Remy corrected and stepped up next to Rahne. "Come with me, Cousin. You shall have honest work with me and soon you will not need to be worried about hunger any longer," he continued and Rahne sighed, trotting next to him.
I'm surprised I got through that entire part without Remy interrupting.
"The Stripy shelia started chasing him around and Kitty started fighting with Wolvie," Sin Jin stated.
In case anyone is wondering, that is how I pronounce Pyro's given name. Not St. John. Sin Jin. Like singein'. Like how you are singeing something. Burning it?
"I knew I liked you Writer Sheilia."
Awww! Thank you Sin Jin. I got to continue the story now.
As they trotted along, Remy spoke of his life with his master, Erik. As they trotted along, Rahne eventually noticed the odd pattern around his neck. She paused and then cleared her throat. "Um, Cousin Remy, what is wrong with your neck?" she inquired.
"Oh, this? It is nothing. It is just where my master chains me up at night," Remy answered.
Rahne stopped dead. "Chained…up?"
"Yes. It is a bit chaffing at first, but you do adjust," Remy reassured her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I am not going to be chained up! Stay with your security in slavery my dear cousin. I will take starvation in my freedom over that. I shall take back to the forest and hope for a good spring," Rahne responded and trotted off.
And while Rahne took off for freedom, Remy wondered what was so off-putting about the collar.
I am quite pleased. This is an Aesop's Fable. And I took liberties with it.
"Nice shelia."
Thanks Sin Jin. Anyway, I was hoping it would be longer, but it was better. And…where did everyone go?
Rahne and Sin Jin looked at each other, then shrugged.
Seriously?
"I think they're trying to kill each other," Rahne offered in her Scottish accent.
