Hey Lisa-Ann, you have very good taste.
Darange
Voices. So many voices were jumbled up in his thoughts, all running together. It took him a few seconds to grasp their meaning, but even when he grasped it, the words slipped through his fingers.
He . . . awake soon?
It . . . fine for . . . quiet.
She . . . . coming . . . Illipsar root.
No . . . . . . to hurry up.
His eyes opened just enough to see the two Andalites in front of him, then closed again out of sheer exhaustion.
. . . waking up.
He tried to twitch his tail, mostly out of reflex, then felt confusion. Why wouldn't his tail his tail move? He slowly opened one stalk eye to peer at his backend and saw what he would have known, if his mind had not been so slow. His tail was tied.
Well of course, he thought to himself, he was lucky it was not gone.
Slaves were never, under any circumstances, alowed to use their tail. Most slaves didn't even have a tail. Was his new 'master' really that kind? The image of Kirem fillled his mind when he thought of a master.
A gloating, smirking Kirem.
But thinking of Kirem made him remember Jaurel, his friend since childhood. Was she a slave too? If she was, it was all his fault. He could have protected her! He could have heard them coming! If only he had tried harder . . . But he knew he could not change the past. He had not heard them coming, he could not of protected her, and he had tried his hardest.
Wake up. A voice echoed through his head. The voice was clearer now, more distinct. It was a deep male voice, but what had it asked?
Wake up. The voice said again. This time Darange understood. His eyes cracked open, and for the first time he realived he was sprawled out on the grass. He got unsteadily to his feet. His legs were shaking.
Strange. It was strange to be so weak. What had happened?
His ever circling stalk eyes scanned his surroundings. He was in a large courtyard, but there was a huge wooden fence in between him and his freedom.
He is ready, Lastec Naguile. The calm Andalite that appeared to be in charge. A purple Andalite began to come toward them. Lastec! Lastec was a term of respect, and he was applying it to a woman! It was unheard of! And yet, this Andalite walked with a swager, a trot usually used by warriors.
Naguile began to circle Darange, occasionaly feeling his muscles, his leg muscles, she seemed to feel everything. Darange flinched as she ran her hand along his tail. It was a very intimate way of touching. His back legs shifted uneasily, only Jaurel had ever gotten this close.
He hoped she would not go much further.
He will do fine, Garade. She whispered.
What is going on? Darange asked. He will do fine?
You are to be Lastec Naguile's personal servant. Garade said with the hint of a sneer.
More like slave, Darange thought to himself. But it would probobly mean severe punishment to voice it out loud.
'Lastec' Naguile? He asked, and this time, his voice was snide.
Do not mock me. She said in a low, dangerous tone. Then she swung her blade, with as much force as she could get with her petite tail, and struck Darange in his side. The force of the blow knocked Darange to his feet, but the damage to his pride was wose than the physical damage.
If my tail was free . . . He didn't get to finish his sentence.
You'd what? She interrupted, I could beat you tail to tail any day, any place.
Darange eyed her, evaluating her words, calculating the possibilities. Who, exatally, are you? He finally asked.
I am the daughter of warrior-prince Hatulel. The one who's forces have kept your tail safe for eighteen seasons! She yelled.
Warrior-prince Hatulel? He whispered. His back legs began to weaken slightly. Acually, they weakened greatly. Hatulel was the greatest warrior the open plains had ever seen, some say he has the light god's, Derten's, strength. Although others said he had the night god's, Stadere's, temper. He regretted saying anything that had angered her. If her ever made her really mad, well . . . he would have to explain it to Hatulel, and to him, explaining was saying I'm sorry, then having your head rolling across the ground.
He would have to be extra careful.
Yes, the Warrior-prince Hatulel. She said with a with a stomp of her back hoof. Come, She said, I must show you your scoop. She began to walk to a gap in the spiked wall, and Darange began to follow.
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Okay, I have a very long plot line for this, and you REVIEWERS ( I hope, hint hint. ) will find out why this is actoin/adventure and romance. The reason I am typing this, and not playing War Craft III is because I was looking at Lisa-Ann's profile, and MY story was on her favorites list!! So I thought , hmmmm, I want my story to stay on that list so I'd better update. The first chapter has almost doubled in words. I've done a lot of revising.
I have a few ideas for another story, which one is best? ( Vote in your review. )
One: A controller notices Ax go crazy in the food court, and reconizes the children he's with . . .
Two: An AU, Andalites have discovered Earth ( there are no Yeerks) a select few go in human morph to learn about the humans. But Farelli demorphs in Science class . . . ( Basically a what would happen if an Andalite begins to demorph in your school. ) Better than it sounds.
Three: The Earth Diary of Aximilli! ( He will write almost every night. )
Four: Kaitlin always thought it was a coinsidence that there was a Jake, Marco, Cassie, and Rachel going to her school, but when she follows them to Cassie's barn, she finds out she was wrong . . .
Which one is best? You can vote for two at the most. But you don't even have to vote, just make sure to review!
Thanks.
Darange
Voices. So many voices were jumbled up in his thoughts, all running together. It took him a few seconds to grasp their meaning, but even when he grasped it, the words slipped through his fingers.
He . . . awake soon?
It . . . fine for . . . quiet.
She . . . . coming . . . Illipsar root.
No . . . . . . to hurry up.
His eyes opened just enough to see the two Andalites in front of him, then closed again out of sheer exhaustion.
. . . waking up.
He tried to twitch his tail, mostly out of reflex, then felt confusion. Why wouldn't his tail his tail move? He slowly opened one stalk eye to peer at his backend and saw what he would have known, if his mind had not been so slow. His tail was tied.
Well of course, he thought to himself, he was lucky it was not gone.
Slaves were never, under any circumstances, alowed to use their tail. Most slaves didn't even have a tail. Was his new 'master' really that kind? The image of Kirem fillled his mind when he thought of a master.
A gloating, smirking Kirem.
But thinking of Kirem made him remember Jaurel, his friend since childhood. Was she a slave too? If she was, it was all his fault. He could have protected her! He could have heard them coming! If only he had tried harder . . . But he knew he could not change the past. He had not heard them coming, he could not of protected her, and he had tried his hardest.
Wake up. A voice echoed through his head. The voice was clearer now, more distinct. It was a deep male voice, but what had it asked?
Wake up. The voice said again. This time Darange understood. His eyes cracked open, and for the first time he realived he was sprawled out on the grass. He got unsteadily to his feet. His legs were shaking.
Strange. It was strange to be so weak. What had happened?
His ever circling stalk eyes scanned his surroundings. He was in a large courtyard, but there was a huge wooden fence in between him and his freedom.
He is ready, Lastec Naguile. The calm Andalite that appeared to be in charge. A purple Andalite began to come toward them. Lastec! Lastec was a term of respect, and he was applying it to a woman! It was unheard of! And yet, this Andalite walked with a swager, a trot usually used by warriors.
Naguile began to circle Darange, occasionaly feeling his muscles, his leg muscles, she seemed to feel everything. Darange flinched as she ran her hand along his tail. It was a very intimate way of touching. His back legs shifted uneasily, only Jaurel had ever gotten this close.
He hoped she would not go much further.
He will do fine, Garade. She whispered.
What is going on? Darange asked. He will do fine?
You are to be Lastec Naguile's personal servant. Garade said with the hint of a sneer.
More like slave, Darange thought to himself. But it would probobly mean severe punishment to voice it out loud.
'Lastec' Naguile? He asked, and this time, his voice was snide.
Do not mock me. She said in a low, dangerous tone. Then she swung her blade, with as much force as she could get with her petite tail, and struck Darange in his side. The force of the blow knocked Darange to his feet, but the damage to his pride was wose than the physical damage.
If my tail was free . . . He didn't get to finish his sentence.
You'd what? She interrupted, I could beat you tail to tail any day, any place.
Darange eyed her, evaluating her words, calculating the possibilities. Who, exatally, are you? He finally asked.
I am the daughter of warrior-prince Hatulel. The one who's forces have kept your tail safe for eighteen seasons! She yelled.
Warrior-prince Hatulel? He whispered. His back legs began to weaken slightly. Acually, they weakened greatly. Hatulel was the greatest warrior the open plains had ever seen, some say he has the light god's, Derten's, strength. Although others said he had the night god's, Stadere's, temper. He regretted saying anything that had angered her. If her ever made her really mad, well . . . he would have to explain it to Hatulel, and to him, explaining was saying I'm sorry, then having your head rolling across the ground.
He would have to be extra careful.
Yes, the Warrior-prince Hatulel. She said with a with a stomp of her back hoof. Come, She said, I must show you your scoop. She began to walk to a gap in the spiked wall, and Darange began to follow.
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Okay, I have a very long plot line for this, and you REVIEWERS ( I hope, hint hint. ) will find out why this is actoin/adventure and romance. The reason I am typing this, and not playing War Craft III is because I was looking at Lisa-Ann's profile, and MY story was on her favorites list!! So I thought , hmmmm, I want my story to stay on that list so I'd better update. The first chapter has almost doubled in words. I've done a lot of revising.
I have a few ideas for another story, which one is best? ( Vote in your review. )
One: A controller notices Ax go crazy in the food court, and reconizes the children he's with . . .
Two: An AU, Andalites have discovered Earth ( there are no Yeerks) a select few go in human morph to learn about the humans. But Farelli demorphs in Science class . . . ( Basically a what would happen if an Andalite begins to demorph in your school. ) Better than it sounds.
Three: The Earth Diary of Aximilli! ( He will write almost every night. )
Four: Kaitlin always thought it was a coinsidence that there was a Jake, Marco, Cassie, and Rachel going to her school, but when she follows them to Cassie's barn, she finds out she was wrong . . .
Which one is best? You can vote for two at the most. But you don't even have to vote, just make sure to review!
Thanks.