*Author's Note* As much as I'd like to say that I enjoyed the reader's
responses, I have to admit that they were very disheartening. So much so,
that I almost did not continue this fic. I would like to point out that
when I first started this, everything was indeed formatted to normal
specifications. I generally pride myself on that ability. To my dismay,
when I uploaded the story, everything was squashed together.
Since then, I have learned how to better space my paragraphs. I have also learned that although there is much truth in the reviews given me, I do not have to let them degrade my self-confidence. This is my story, it is my prerogative to word it however I like. It is a fanFICTION, so normal literary constraints need not apply.
I would like to thank Saggit for his constructive criticism. I hope someone out there appreciated the fact that I am stretching my creative wings with these stories, and I have not professed to be expert in writing.
Okies, now that I have my carefully modulated rant out of my system, on with the show.
Chapter Two of Unnamed Master
And so time went on.
Ranma was still occasionally startled by Guardian when the feline managed to pop out of the woodwork at him, but his reactions grew more and more calm with familiarity. Ranma was soon calling the Meowth 'Dian' as an affectionate nickname, and Dian practiced the human's speech so that he could banter with his trainer.
A sense of loving rivalry sprang up between the two; the proud undefeated cat approaching his prime with peak training and exercise, and the determined martial artists who had vowed to hone his power and skill so that the tragedy that had happened in the past would never happen to him again.
A new day would start off with one or the other of the combatants trying to sneak up and pounce on the foolishly sleeping other. This, of course, degenerated into a full scale whirling dervish with dust cloud included.
With initial energy spent, play time was over, and the two partners headed out into the forests to scrounge up a meal. Whether it be berries or a stupid looking bird, between two sets of sharp claws, neither Dian nor Ranma ever went hungry.
After breakfast, Ranma sent Dian out to scout the surrounding acreage and extend the limits of their territory. Among this wilderness, one must have as large a territory as one can manage or else starvation looms upon the horizon, especially in winter.
Ranma knew this, and while Dian was out looking around and routing obstacles to their claiming of this chunk of the forest, Ranma was setting about entrenching their camp and shelters.
The tree that he had halved with his pyrotechnic entrance to this world became their home base. Ranma had dug deep holes in a large box-like pattern so that one wall was shored up by the inner part of the giant oak tree.
Into these holes, he sunk young stout trees and wove a wicker wind-break between the sturdy wooden cross braces. Once he had a primary wall set up, Ranma looked into reinforcing it so that wind and rain could not leak through any cracks.
This was accomplished by finding a semi-good clay deposit along the side of a riverbank a quarter of a mile away from their camp. Since Meowth happened to be along with him to make sure Ranma did not get lost, Ranma's new partner was able to see firsthand just how 'different' his new trainer was.
The incident happened as he was pacing along the river's side on the lookout for any likely signs of a clay deposit. With Dian a few yards ahead staring into the water for any fish, Ranma placed his foot down on said desired clay deposit hidden by a hank of grass.
With a yelp and a splash, Ranma disappeared into the water, and Dian bounds to where he was last seen, anxious for the trainer's health, but somewhat hesitant to enter the water to find out.
His wide eyes search the surface of the water, hoping that his trainer would be alright. A dark shadow ripples under the water, and Dian unconsciously leans forward in anticipation of the arrival of his friend.
Ha ha ha!! A bloody cliffhanger! Now tell me how much you want to kill me! Well, on second thought, nevermind, just tell me ..whatever the hell you think. Reviews would be nice, but apparently aren't necessary since I'm writing another chapter and all I've gotten were seven stinking reviews. Most of which I did not like. Heh, never mind.
Another chapter will be coming soon..Preview? I dunno. Perhaps a new arrival.
Since then, I have learned how to better space my paragraphs. I have also learned that although there is much truth in the reviews given me, I do not have to let them degrade my self-confidence. This is my story, it is my prerogative to word it however I like. It is a fanFICTION, so normal literary constraints need not apply.
I would like to thank Saggit for his constructive criticism. I hope someone out there appreciated the fact that I am stretching my creative wings with these stories, and I have not professed to be expert in writing.
Okies, now that I have my carefully modulated rant out of my system, on with the show.
Chapter Two of Unnamed Master
And so time went on.
Ranma was still occasionally startled by Guardian when the feline managed to pop out of the woodwork at him, but his reactions grew more and more calm with familiarity. Ranma was soon calling the Meowth 'Dian' as an affectionate nickname, and Dian practiced the human's speech so that he could banter with his trainer.
A sense of loving rivalry sprang up between the two; the proud undefeated cat approaching his prime with peak training and exercise, and the determined martial artists who had vowed to hone his power and skill so that the tragedy that had happened in the past would never happen to him again.
A new day would start off with one or the other of the combatants trying to sneak up and pounce on the foolishly sleeping other. This, of course, degenerated into a full scale whirling dervish with dust cloud included.
With initial energy spent, play time was over, and the two partners headed out into the forests to scrounge up a meal. Whether it be berries or a stupid looking bird, between two sets of sharp claws, neither Dian nor Ranma ever went hungry.
After breakfast, Ranma sent Dian out to scout the surrounding acreage and extend the limits of their territory. Among this wilderness, one must have as large a territory as one can manage or else starvation looms upon the horizon, especially in winter.
Ranma knew this, and while Dian was out looking around and routing obstacles to their claiming of this chunk of the forest, Ranma was setting about entrenching their camp and shelters.
The tree that he had halved with his pyrotechnic entrance to this world became their home base. Ranma had dug deep holes in a large box-like pattern so that one wall was shored up by the inner part of the giant oak tree.
Into these holes, he sunk young stout trees and wove a wicker wind-break between the sturdy wooden cross braces. Once he had a primary wall set up, Ranma looked into reinforcing it so that wind and rain could not leak through any cracks.
This was accomplished by finding a semi-good clay deposit along the side of a riverbank a quarter of a mile away from their camp. Since Meowth happened to be along with him to make sure Ranma did not get lost, Ranma's new partner was able to see firsthand just how 'different' his new trainer was.
The incident happened as he was pacing along the river's side on the lookout for any likely signs of a clay deposit. With Dian a few yards ahead staring into the water for any fish, Ranma placed his foot down on said desired clay deposit hidden by a hank of grass.
With a yelp and a splash, Ranma disappeared into the water, and Dian bounds to where he was last seen, anxious for the trainer's health, but somewhat hesitant to enter the water to find out.
His wide eyes search the surface of the water, hoping that his trainer would be alright. A dark shadow ripples under the water, and Dian unconsciously leans forward in anticipation of the arrival of his friend.
Ha ha ha!! A bloody cliffhanger! Now tell me how much you want to kill me! Well, on second thought, nevermind, just tell me ..whatever the hell you think. Reviews would be nice, but apparently aren't necessary since I'm writing another chapter and all I've gotten were seven stinking reviews. Most of which I did not like. Heh, never mind.
Another chapter will be coming soon..Preview? I dunno. Perhaps a new arrival.