Note: This is an idea me and a friend from EE came up with, it features our characters, Kormiak Rue (me) and Ulfr Andi (him) as brothers in a series of short stories chronicling their adventures throughout the world of Earth Eternal. Anyone who likes the old Buddy Movies from the 80s should like this.
Packmates
Intro
Neil had had a bit to much to drink, but then, that's what he was known for in the small Anglorian town of Bath, drinking. But tonight the big Taurian had a major drunk going on, worse than normal, and he was getting rambunctious. He had already insulted several of the townspeople, and was on his way towards a good old fashioned tirade, when he noticed the strangers.
Or, at least, one of them.
He was a small Fangren, leaning over a glass full of what appeared to be water. He wore nothing but a vest covering his torso, and a simple pair of pants covering his legs. On his left shoulder was a tatoo of a set of scales, Chaos/Order. He was a Druid.
Now, Neil had this thing, he disliked Fangren, and he hated Druids, no one knew exactly why, he just did. So he decided to follow his natural inclination, and staggered over towards the Druid.
He may, However, have decided not too, had not been to drunk to see the other stranger. He was a Fangren too, a big one, and he drank something dark, like what Neil himself favored. There was no actuall resemblance, though, the small one had a dark red highlight around his muzzle, nearly black, and his fur was dark brown, fading to white across his throat and chest. The big one however, was colored a plain, dull grey, everywhere but his face, which was highlited bright orange-red, and his eye's were a strange green color, uncommon in Fangren, and of course, whereas the first was small, barely over five and a half feet, the other was big, over six feet tall. They were also sitting with a whole empty stool seperating them, one more reason to assume they were strangers to one another, as well as everyone else.
But there is an old saying, "To assume makes an ass out of you and me"
They were Packmates. Not blood kin, but born to the same Pack, so they were as good as brothers.
Ulfr, the Druid, glanced aside at the big Taurian, who must of stood at nearly seven feet in height, as he sat down next to him and leaned on the oaken bar, making it groan beneath his weight. "H-hey you," he slurred, obviously drunk, "are y-you a Dr-Druid?" Ulfr glanced back down at his water, ignoring the oaf. "HEY! I-I'M TALKIN' TO Y-YOU!" The drunk shouted, and Ulfr raised his glass to get a drink, "I don't speak to drunks, a golden rule, if ever there was one" he said, calmly. This angered the big oaf, and, as Ulfr raised his glass, the Taurian knocked it upwards, into his face, splattering water all over him and the bar. "HAHAHAHAHA!" Roared the drunken fool. Ulfr looked over at his Packmate, Kormiak, who was staring straight ahead into the mirror behind the bar, and smiling slightly. "Kormiak," he said, gently, "nothing permanent". The Taurian frowned, and turned in time to see Kormiak drain the last of his drink, then smile. "Wh-who a-" Kormiak's glass hit him in the side of the head with enough force to render him instantly unconcious, but there was a reason why the barkeep never threw Neil out.
His friends.
All of them were big Taurians, much like Neil himself, and they were now pissed off.
Kormiak stood next to his Packmate, about to order another drink, when they both saw a big mean looking Taurian in the mirror preparing to charge them. "The Split?" asked Kormiak. "Yep" agreed Ulfr. The Taurian let loose, his head ducked, and his nostrils flared as he sprinted full tilt, nearly forty miles an hour, towards them.
But they weren't there. He collided with the bar hard enough to shatter the wood, and stun him for several moments. The two Packmates were on either side of him. "Cheers" called Kormiak as they both lifted bottles taken from the bar, and shatterd them over his head. He fell to the floor, for the deepest sleep of his life, and the worst hangover, too. They were smiling over a job well done, when another big bruiser came up behind Kormiak, ready to pummel him into the ground, but Kor simply turned and kick him in the groin. The Taurian doubled over and dropped to his knees, at which point, Kor grabbed up one of the heavy barstools, and broke it over his head.
Another one bites the dust he thought, as he turned around to see...Five more big meanies standing in the middle of the tavern, glaring at them. "Here we go again," muttered Ulfr. "Shuddup and fight" replied Kormiak...