Me: This is Sylvanon, all! I was wondering, why are there 3 bad forms of
Mushrambo and only 2 good forms? What if there was another good form? The
group, now minus Yakumo, bump into his guardian and find themselves caught
up in a prophecy that, if not fulfilled, will lead to Enterra's
destruction.
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'The group will all but loose faith, go to hell and back to retrieve him, but without the last guardian, they will never succeed. This is destiny. Should his card be destroyed, she too, will lose her life. That, too, is destiny.'- The 'Legends of Times forgotten', By Sylvanon Audron.
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Flashes. Fragments of memories. Trying to piece them together, to remember. Trying to remember him. As she woke, her vision clouded over. She could sense him, but only just. Enough to reveal a shock. He had been carded. The prophecy had started. But no way was she about to give in. She refused to give in, to find herself another to protect. She rebelled before, she would rebel again. She would not forget him, not like the others. The one she had broken rules for. The one she had cared for since his mother rejected him at the vulnerable age of one year. Her gold, fingerless-gloved hands trembled. The one she had loved. She froze as she heard voices. Her ice blue wings flicked out, her eyes widening before she changed her form.
"Binka, I think I heard something over here!" Shouted a deep, rich voice, friendly enough, but she was unsure how to react. Her wings slid silently into her back, the joints hardly showing. Her instincts told her they were enterrans and a human. Out of the bushes, walked a huge cat enterran. A tall, caped one with a helmet followed him into the open, gasping as he caught sight of her gleaming silver fur, and silver, electric blue tinted eyes. A third followed, this time young, slim, and with lavender hair and sky blue eyes. 'The eyes of Mushrambo's true form, years ago.' She thought. The caped enterran backed away from her slowly, looking scared. She snorted softly, trying not to give her disguise away. The cat tried to tempt her with food, in a frying pan.
"Now calm down, young one. We are not going to hurt you, okay?" She nuzzled into his hand, asking for some more. He couldn't give her any more, he said. She didn't care; she'd survive on that till the next day. The young boy knelt down, stroking her fur and marvelling at how soft it was. He wanted to keep her, she grinned under her wolf disguise. Only he could ever truly say she was his. As he stood, the enterran gave her a pat on the head. At that precise moment, a blade whizzed through the bushes at her. She growled as she dodged it. She licked the cut on her wrist, trying to stop it from bleeding. That caped enterran now stood over her threateningly. He seemed to be trying to gain dominance over her; she refused to let it happen. She was dominant in this place.
"Mushra, this 'wolf' isn't a wolf." The boy jumped up.
"What is it then, Sago?" The helmeted enterran replied slowly and deliberately.
"She's a guardian. Pretty low ranking one, though. Wouldn't bother with her, although," he added as he stared at her fur, "She could be worth quite a lot." She bristled. She was a guardian! He was not going to catch her, then sell her for a 'pretty penny'. She was starting to lose her temper, she could feel it. She had to control it. But it was so frustrating.
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Me: So, what do you think? If you like, review. If you have a useful suggestion, review. If you think I need a shrink appointment, don't review. It doesn't work. If you think this sucks, don't review. Simple! BYE!! *disappears, leaving behind a ticking bomb*
Bomb: I will self-destruct in 3.2.1.*BOOM!!!!**screen goes black*
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'The group will all but loose faith, go to hell and back to retrieve him, but without the last guardian, they will never succeed. This is destiny. Should his card be destroyed, she too, will lose her life. That, too, is destiny.'- The 'Legends of Times forgotten', By Sylvanon Audron.
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Flashes. Fragments of memories. Trying to piece them together, to remember. Trying to remember him. As she woke, her vision clouded over. She could sense him, but only just. Enough to reveal a shock. He had been carded. The prophecy had started. But no way was she about to give in. She refused to give in, to find herself another to protect. She rebelled before, she would rebel again. She would not forget him, not like the others. The one she had broken rules for. The one she had cared for since his mother rejected him at the vulnerable age of one year. Her gold, fingerless-gloved hands trembled. The one she had loved. She froze as she heard voices. Her ice blue wings flicked out, her eyes widening before she changed her form.
"Binka, I think I heard something over here!" Shouted a deep, rich voice, friendly enough, but she was unsure how to react. Her wings slid silently into her back, the joints hardly showing. Her instincts told her they were enterrans and a human. Out of the bushes, walked a huge cat enterran. A tall, caped one with a helmet followed him into the open, gasping as he caught sight of her gleaming silver fur, and silver, electric blue tinted eyes. A third followed, this time young, slim, and with lavender hair and sky blue eyes. 'The eyes of Mushrambo's true form, years ago.' She thought. The caped enterran backed away from her slowly, looking scared. She snorted softly, trying not to give her disguise away. The cat tried to tempt her with food, in a frying pan.
"Now calm down, young one. We are not going to hurt you, okay?" She nuzzled into his hand, asking for some more. He couldn't give her any more, he said. She didn't care; she'd survive on that till the next day. The young boy knelt down, stroking her fur and marvelling at how soft it was. He wanted to keep her, she grinned under her wolf disguise. Only he could ever truly say she was his. As he stood, the enterran gave her a pat on the head. At that precise moment, a blade whizzed through the bushes at her. She growled as she dodged it. She licked the cut on her wrist, trying to stop it from bleeding. That caped enterran now stood over her threateningly. He seemed to be trying to gain dominance over her; she refused to let it happen. She was dominant in this place.
"Mushra, this 'wolf' isn't a wolf." The boy jumped up.
"What is it then, Sago?" The helmeted enterran replied slowly and deliberately.
"She's a guardian. Pretty low ranking one, though. Wouldn't bother with her, although," he added as he stared at her fur, "She could be worth quite a lot." She bristled. She was a guardian! He was not going to catch her, then sell her for a 'pretty penny'. She was starting to lose her temper, she could feel it. She had to control it. But it was so frustrating.
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Me: So, what do you think? If you like, review. If you have a useful suggestion, review. If you think I need a shrink appointment, don't review. It doesn't work. If you think this sucks, don't review. Simple! BYE!! *disappears, leaving behind a ticking bomb*
Bomb: I will self-destruct in 3.2.1.*BOOM!!!!**screen goes black*