A swift plane flight and several fractures of the laws of reality later, Arawolf was padding through Mossflower Woods, scimitar at the ready. Some inner sense was tingling. Something was here, and it was too tragically perfect to live. The feeling grew stronger, and she began to grow apprehensive. What if she fell under the Sue's spell? She would either be rendered too sympathetic of the demon's plight to do anything, or turn into some ugly, raging lunatic- just another hardship the Sue would have to deal with. Presumably with a ten-foot golden sword.
The young marten gave a silent gasp of horror as she peered around the trunk of a huge oak… and saw.
Two seasons had passed since Krialor Moonblaze's life had been turned upside down. Once, he had lived a happy and peaceful life, unusually for a weasel, with his mate Sryiah Stareyes. They had never wished to hurt anybeast, and were kind and generous to all living things in the hope that they could free their kind from their wicked stereotypes.
He had been a Corsair once, but he had grown sickened of killing and turned to the farming life. His mate had been a slave under an evil fox warlord, but she'd escaped with him one moonless night, when he sailed to the fox's island to repair his ship. They had decided to live in the woodland, away from other creatures, lest their strange appearances evoke even more hatred.
For Krialor's fur was jet black, and his namesake came from a blaze of gray fur across his face. At night this mark and his eyes glowed a brilliant silver, giving him the appearance of some guiding spirit- or a demon. His wife Sryiah was similarly afflicted, a stunning creature with sleek pale gray fur and blue eyes, which like her husband's, glowed whitish-silver when touched by moonlight.
But their secluded life failed to save them when the creatures of Redwall Abbey learned about the weasels in their territory. Their warrior, a brave otter Skipper descended from the Taggerung, had vowed long ago to destroy all vermin. On that fateful night, the two weasels had been sleeping when the vengeful woodlanders attacked. Destroying Krialor's home and fields, they left both creatures for dead with dreadful injuries. Both survived, although their new cub did not. Krialor would never forget the sight.
Trying to see through the blood dripping into his eyes, Sryiah cut down as she pleaded for her babe's life. A female otter had objected then; she did not wish to kill a newborn of any species. But her leader was merciless. Turning his face away, unable to watch as his son's cries were abruptly cut off.
Krialor shook his head, trying to rid himself of the memories. He had changed since that night, as had Sryiah. Both had trained themselves to be expert fighters, but he had grown depressed and was prone to unpredictable rages whenever he thought of the horrors he had experienced. Sryiah had become silent and jaded, and now the uppermost idea in the weasels' minds was revenge. Although they still despised senseless slaughter, ignoring the destruction of their lives and the murder of their babe in favor of a quiet life was out of the question.
Twilight was gathering, and Krialor's eyes began to gleam silver as he roused his wife. "Tonight's the night," he murmured. Sryiah rose from her bed and stared into the handsome face of her husband. Without a word she packed food and spare clothes, and soon the two weasels had left their home, taking care to conceal the entrance. Sryiah's fur rivaled the stars appearing in the darkening sky as she set her eyes on the woods ahead and spoke only six words. "Tomorrow…the fall of Redwall begins."
Safe behind her tree trunk, Arawolf shuddered and turned away. Oh, CRAP. I just HAD to get the hard mission on my very first time. Couldn't we start out with a demi-Sue?
With a sigh, Ara curled up under the shelter of a nearby rock overhang, with her blade close to paw. She needed sleep- the sight of that glowing she-weasel had made her feel more than a little sick.
A/N: Wow… I can't believe I managed to write those villain descriptions. Hope the Suethor thing isn't addictive. And thanks to my friend Kelaiah, for mentioning in your "Redwall and the Haunted Mansion" story that any females daring to face a Sue are portrayed as infinitely hideous and evil. It helps.