Hey, I know some of you guys might be mad at me. I had TWO stories going on, and they are all deleted :( Look, the first one was going seriously well, but school was horrible, and I am not making excuses, I AM NOT LYING! School in Asia is tough, you should see the work and canteen in Chinese school! The second one was, well, no reviews, or followers, so, BYE-BYE!
Look, I hope you fanfictioners out there can forgive me, this is a bit like my ex-second story, for those who read it. (I also like one review per chapter, that helps me continue) I'm really sorry for any grief I caused to those reading my first story, I wish I could apologise in person.
The waits MIGHT be long, but just so you guys know, I will never, ever, give up on my stories ever again. Peace.
The night was dark, which is to say, perfectly normal. But there was a strange feeling, like they were waiting for something to happen.
Smoke flew in the sky, carried away by the wind with the dancing leaves and flying dust. There was a boy, wearing khaki coloured pants, a grey shirt and a lighter grey coat that was three sizes too big for him. He was barefoot and next to him, was a serene-looking buffalo. It was pure white in colour, with dangerous yet majestic looking matching-white horns, tall enough to look the boy in the eye.
But it's eyes seemed to be unsure which colour to take, flickering to brown and stormy grey. The boys hood was pulled well over his face. Messy, brown hair poked out of it. The buffalo gave a low rumble.
Nego (knee-go) was tall for his age. His brown eyes were a bit like the buffalo-sad, peaceful and yet, alert. Tagu was a strange companion, he was a fearsome looking beast, but those eyes would tell you he would never hurt anyone.
Tagu was the complete opposite of a normal buffalo. Most buffaloes would run if they saw a pride of lions hunting them and they were alone; Tagu would just stand there, chewing the grass and like magic, they would leave, giving small whimpers of terror.
Nego poked the fire as the contents in the bronze pot boiled. Whiffs of salt and soup flew in to the air, cubes of white tofu floated in the broth. Tagu looked at the pot and nudged him. "Fine, the fire will be out soon," he hissed. Tagu flicked his tail and gave an urgent snort. With one mighty kick of his leg, the pot and fire went flying.
"What's wrong!?" Nego yelled. Tagu licked up the soup, all while snorting with delight. Nego rubbed the right side of his neck that was covered by the hood; the place where Tagu would go if he was in passive state.
So far, the buffalo hadn't showed any interest to go in to dormant state. It was worrying, but after all they had been through, after everything that had happened after he had summoned Tagu, Nego wasn't too anxious. The scars on his wrist and ankles were a constant reminder, and there was a vicious scar from his left shoulder all the way to his elbow, one that would stay with him forever.
Tagu swallowed the tofu and gave a satisfied sigh before lying on his side and giving out snores that were as loud as a thunder storm. usually, Nego would've been worried that the noise would attract their former captors, but he was too hungry and tired to care, he curled up next to the buffalo, and slept.