~~It Was My Wife!~~
I sent this chapter in a bit earlier because i had a feeling my fans were loosing faith in me. Please leave your honest, detailed review and when i mean honest, I mean brutally-tell me whats good and what is bad about my story in detail and how it could be better. And please don't mention my grammar. i know it sucks and It will be, eventually, proofread.
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Chapters will be coming in late, due to sever grammar errors in my previous chapters. I am afraid as long as my chapters early in the story aren't primed and polished, Chapters will be coming in very late. I would like somebody who is good at well describing character actions and knows simple grammar to assist me. I am not sending in chapters late as a form of blackmail-I fear because of horrible grammar in my previous chapters my quest to become a great writer has been intervened. If I knew then what I know now, I would have made it better from the start. And, if anyone is wondering, yes, Pyro just might be turning gay, but I will not ruin the story with it, I promise. You see, I have just seen a movie based on one of my favorite pop singers, Boy George(George O'Dowd), a British pop singer. He was also in Jesus Loves You, lead singer in Culture club and much more. The movie was called: Worried About The Boy. The film tells the true story of how George O'Dowd became famous and joined the band Culture Club, which is one of my favorite pop bands, and I thought Pyro really needed a personality. I loved the movie, though I did almost vomit at that scene when John Moss and George were makin' out...*face shrivels* Eww. So I thought it was a good idea to give Jeenies children a bit more flavor(So to speak) because characters have always been an issue for me. I will try not to rip off any movies to the best of my ability. If you wish to express an idea, just drop me a line in e mail and PM. I am truly sorry if my author notes are too long, but you don't have to read them if you don't wanna. BTW, I will try my best not to rip off the movie in question too much, of course. Hell by making Pyro gay, I might attract an extra audience, but I will not ruin the story with it. And sorry for boring you with trivia. The following takes place mere minute after the ending of the previous chapter. I hope you enjoy it, because I have to leave as I am very near my orgasm. I jerk off while I write, because i have so little time to myself. G-G-Good...B-B-BYE! *Paints bedroom walls and bed and computer screen with seed*...*sigh of great relief*...*looks around and gasped* I gotta clean up before mom finds this mess I made.
Warning: There is a really long, detailed violent scene just ahead. If you can't handle such hard-core violence, please skip to the next PAGE BREAK now, instead of writing angry rants later.
In the imperial fort situated in the Voldor desert, general Victor Fowl overlooks the constructions of the barriers and marksman-towers from his ever-loyal dread wing, Amber. He flys for a good 3 minutes, before his eyes went wide in terror, spotting a horde of strange creatures hollering towards the camp. "What the hell!" he cursed "The Purple Vulture Resistance can't be attacking from Dante's Freezer. They haven't the transport nor the guts." Victor swooped down to the camp and Amber screamed as they hover over Victors officers and his most trustworthy right-hand-troll, Dimitri. They all looked up at him on his dread wing worryingly "Dimitri, hostiles approaching from the south! Prepare! All marksmen and machine-tripods to the south quarter!"
"Yes sir!" before Dimitri could organize the forced to fend off the approaching creatures, they had already bi-passed the sharp eyes of the marksmen-towers and laid siege to the interior of the base. Dimitri and Victor, aboard his trusty female dread wing, immediately recognized the creatures as a horde of winged grublins and gremlins, similar to those whom once served the Dark Master. Whilst his men, wearing blade-resistant, light chain-body and steel ranger helmets, crouched with their revolving-rifles and stubby-barreled poised for firing, Dimitri, Victors hand son the ground was awestruck at the appearance of the rare, but vicious creatures. "What the...Fire!" The trolls shot-gunners and marksmen unleashed their glowing bullets and lead pellets upon the creatures, mowing dozens of them down as they hollered towards the humanoid soldiers, screaming in agony as they fell, their bodies turning into colored ash as they screamed in agony, their bodies filled with bullets and led pellets which seared their flesh. The trolls took cover behind sandbags and reloaded their guns. They did not have long to catch their breath, as another wave flew and vaulted their way past the marksmen, firing manual-reloading, hunting rifles, and towards the center of the camp.
Victor Fowl shook his head in utter confusion as the creatures hollered their axes and cross-bows in the air as they outsmarted the marksmen in the towers and hollered towards the Dimitri and the defenders. Troll officers, the one wielding shotguns, blindly raised their guns above the sandbags and fired blindly at the creatures. Surprisingly, they managed to hit many enemies, firing blindly with their shotguns. The gremlins and grublins fired back a them as they approached, throwing handfuls of melted rock and arrows at them. Their crossbow bolts and hot rocks bursted a few sandbags as the humanoid-troll soldiers fired back blindly with their pistols and shot guns, raising them over the sandbags. 12 of the troll soldiers, too brave for their own wellbeing, stood up from the sandbags, so is to shoot more accurately, only to take glowing-hot rocks in the belly. Three more stood up with the same motive and emptied their shotguns into the horde of gremlins and Grublins. They managed to kill 5 of the raiders, only to take crossbow bolts in their necks just above their collar-bones. They fell screaming with agony, before they choked to death on their own blood, filling their lungs. Victor Fowl could merely watch from his Dreadwing a couple hundred feet above from the carnage. But then Victor got an idea-an ambush tactic he and Amber used often in the early years of their service when they were ambushing Atlawa's and cheetah worriers.
Victor yelled, "Amber, screamin' time!" with that, he snapped the reins and Amber spiraled towards the ground, nearly dispersing her rider in the process before she landed with a huge quake right ontop of the gremlins and grublins, knocking them off their feet and on their back. Amber was a well-trained dreadwing and knew exactly what Victor wanted her to do the moment he yelled, 'Screamin' time' a moment ago. She then inhaled as deep as she could, taking in dozens of gallons of air before she let out a sonic scream whilst rotating herself, thus throwing the enemies further away. Victor, having covered his ears to avoid hearing-damage from her sonic screaming, released his ears and laughed triumphantly "Good girl, Amber!" he praised his loyal pet, rubbing her back. Amber rotated so her rider may face his men, cowering in a circle of sandbags "C'mon, comrades, lets teach these things a lesson in troll ingenuity!" With that victor drew his steel, katana-like sword and his vaulted over the sandbags and followed their general. Some wield a three-barreled turret pistol one hand and a steel cutlass in the other, whilst others wielded shotguns, and semi-auto marksmen-suited guns, complimented with a six-inch-long, razor-sharp dagger on the end of the barrel to run through their foes in close quarters. Before long, most of the creatures had recollected themselves and charge back towards the trolls and their general on his dreadwing. Amber let out another sonic scream, knocking the creatures off their feet yet again before Victor Fowl battle-cried, "For the kingdom!" Victor drew his 50-caliber, 6-barreled turret pistol and fired one round in the air, encouraging his men to bravely charge towards the creatures. Whilst Victor picked off what enemies he could from his seat on Amber, his men charged the creatures and ran them through with their cutlass's. With the gremlins defeated, their winged grublin allies were forced to take to the air and fire their crossbows on the trolls from above. Their efforts were in vein, however, as the trolls shot them out of the sky with their semi-auto rifles and scattering, ruthlessly-simply-made shotguns. The trolls whooped in victory over the already-rotting corpses of their foes, before their general hushed their triumphant screams "Well done, men. Let us not too cocky, however," he said, bringing his soldiers back into the reality of the situation "This couldn't have been the last o' them. What are these...things planning? Set up the tripods to the south side. We can't let them catch us off guard again." And so soldiers took three machine gun tripods from the armory and set them up at the sandbags, forming a short wall that binded two stone-bricked marksmen towers. All those in the large group whom wielded semi-auto rifles garrisoned the two towers. Whilst all those with but a sword and a shotgun or pistol crouched behind the sandbags, poised to annhilate more creatures. General Victor Fowl drew his binoculars and saw another horde of sword-armed gremlins shouting towards them from the top of a sand dune in the distance. He hung his mouth in terror as he removed the binoculars from his eyes. The men, however, did not need such a tool to see the terror moving towards them
"We are too few!" a troll in charge of the tripod shouted in terror
Dimitri turned to Amber and her rider "We cannot stay here, sir. They will overwhelm us!"
Victor looked down at his right-hand-troll and growled, "They will not. We may be outnumbered, but that does not mean we are outmatched." Victor looked around in an effort to reinforce his words with some 'firepower'. He smiled sinisterly at the sight of the small, but effective mortar-launchers attop the two towers. "We can weaken their numbers before they get close!" He looked down at Dimitri, who was crouched with a turret pistol one hand, and a one-handed steel war axe in the other "Dimitri, tell the mortars to unleash hell upon the creatures on my command."
Dimitri took a brief gander at the to mortars atop the marksmen towers and he too smiled, as if hearing his generals thoughts "Aye, sir," he cackled, running towards one of the guard towers. Victor took another look at the horde of creatures through his binoculars. In his mind, he calculated the time of which they would be in range to do harm to the fort. He concluded that they would be in range to harm the fort within the next 3 minutes. He snapped to reins and Amber took to the air. She hovered just above the 2nd marksmen tower so her rider to alert the gunner atop it
"Mortars, unleash hell upon my command. We can weaken their numbers before they arrive."
The mortar operator smiled sinisterly, as if all hope were restored for the forts occupants "Aye sir," he laughed sinisterly with a gunpowder-poisoned, raspy voice, before he prepared the tube-like, crude mortar, adjusting it to unleash rockets upon the gremlins. The mortars themselves were merely thick iron tubes, held up with steel legs that were attached with hinges, so is to make it a barely-portable, short rang artillery weaponry for infantry-use. Before long, Dimitri had alerted the mortar operator in the other tower and rejoined his comrades, gathering to defend behind the sandbags. Suspended upon iron tripods, the gunners snapped the mounted guns upon and put their belt of 7mm bullets inside before snapping them shut.
Amber hovered above the two tripod-gun operators "Gunners, prepare your guns!"
One of the gunners scoffed "What the hell you think we doin'!"
As Amber hovered low above the soldiers, her rider took another look through his binoculars "Wait fo' it...Wait for it!" he yelled loud enough for the two mortar operators to hear. Before long, the beasts were in range "Now! Fire!"
The mortar operators opened a wooden crate full of 1-foot-long, 3-inch-thick rockets with fuses attached. They proceeded to light the short fuse and gently slide it down the mortar tube, bottom-end-first. When the gunners heard the 'clank' indicating the rocket was at the bottom of the tube, they inserted their fingers in their pointy, bat-like ears. It was only 2 seconds later that rockets left the tubes, screaming into the sky for a good 10 seconds, before flying back down towards the horde of gremlins. Each of the first two rockets fired hit the horde of creatures with a small, but furious blast, creating a fountain of flesh and limbs and sand with each burst. The creatures continued onward toward the fort, almost oblivious to the explosions happening around them, and fellow gremlins being blown apart. The mortar operators reloaded again, lighting the fuses and putting them in the tubes as they did before. The rockets screamed from their tubes in near-perfect unison and flew towards the sky for 10 seconds before plummeting towards the enemy. Upon impact with the tightly-packed army of creatures, the explosions the shells created produced another fountain of dusty sand, flesh and limbs, with a blast radius of 10 meters, creating small dark craters in the sand. However, the mortars could not reload for a third time, as the horde of creatures had gotten too close for them to fire without killing their comrades in the process. Fearful of the closeness of the enemy, one of the tripod gunners unleashed a short, but rapid-firing burst from his gun, thus encouraging the soldiers behind the sandbags to do the same.
"Hold your fire 'till they get close!" Victor ordered from his hovering dreadwing. Victor encouraged Amber to land in an empty space behind the two tripods and the troll soldiers behind the sandbags "Tripods, set rate of fire of your guns for 600-rounds-per-minute(10 rounds per second) and fire at will!" He shouted up at the two towers either side of him and his men, "Marksmen, weapons free! Make every shot count!" he shouted to the rifle-wielding trolls in the medieval-like towers, bearing a dozen marksmen each and tiny windows they can fire from. "Everybody else, wait until they get close. Shotguns and pistols will have no effect from this range!" With that command from the general, the marksmen in the towers and the tripod machine guns unleashed a barrage of bullets upon the 150 enemies remaining. The tripods were set to fire at 600 rounds per minute and fired quite slowly for such a fast-firing weapon, but it made nearly every shot count as they had all of hell in front of them and limited ammunition to fend it off. Before long, a good 50 of the gremlins had fallen, been filled with lead of the troll guns, and the horde was gettign quite close. Victor Fowl was about to order a 'weapons free' to all soldiers behind the sand bags who had pistols and shot guns. But his heart nearly burst as the gremlins threw a small barrage of what seemed to be a sort of weak bomb, intern, creating a gigantic dust cloud. The dust cloud blinded the tripod gunners and the towers marksmen. They could merely wait for their doom, as they stared frightfully at the dust cloud that covered the enemy. "Steady, comrades...Wait until they get close!" Victor fowls eyes then wondered to the sky and saw two of the queens gigantic supply zeppelins approaching from high above. Escorting the two gigantic zeppelins, were four smaller, lighter, faster, heavily-armed zeppelins which the kingdom call: Blood Angels, which are famous in the trolls airfleet as gunships for their wide range of light and heavy weaponry as well as their good maneuverability, interceptors and scouts for their speed and near-quiet movement. They had 15-meter-long, aerodynamic balloons for as little wind resistance as possible and 16 meter long gondolas, which hung from the balloon with thick cables. The gondola had two pods on each side of it filled with tubes that launch low-yeild rockets at their target that would stand before the lightweight, hovering monster. It had only one engine, mounted at the rear of the gondola and protected its propeller with a small cage. These cages also bore a big rudder, so the thrust from the propeller can contribute to yaw(turning left and right in aeronautical terms). It also had mounted machine guns mounted on the side-rails, three on each side and two at the rear, to fend off aerial hostile's and the like
"Look," a random soldier pointed at the small fleet of zeppelins
Victor Fowl looked up at the sky and hee too smiled "Our reinforcements are near, comrades. We just have to fight them off for a few more minutes!" Victor reassured his men aloud, from his saddle aboard Amber, his ever-loyal dreadwing "Reload and prepare to fight!" Before long, the gremlins had finally chosen the moment to emerge, screaming, from the gigantic dust cloud. "Fire at will! Weapons free, men!"
And so Victor and his trustworthy mount, Amber took to the air and flew above the scene of carnage, as his men unleashed all they had upon the enemy, not caring if they ran out of bullets doing so. Victor and Amber did all they could, Victor throwing low-yield grenades, throwing gremlins into the air and landing limp in the dirt, whilst Amber let loose a couple of sonic screams down at the enemy, pushing a few of them off their feet, allowing the trolls on the ground to fill them with rounds while they were down. Despite the trolls efforts, a few gremlins managed to vault over the sandbags and get right on top of the defenders. A few trolls were quick to run the creatures through with their cutlass swords. In spite of the efforts of all the troll soldiers, eventually, all were forced to wield either a shotgun or a sword to defeat the gremlins which look like they may overrun the fort. Victor watched in shear terror as he was sure he would watch his men die and have to send their families folded kingdom flags. Just when all hope was lost, a bass-like hum emerged and a Blood Angel zeppelin hovered directly over the fort and rotated so that it may face it nose-gun and rocket-pods at the carnage.
"These dears need some help," a male, but slightly feminine voice emerged from the zeppelins megaphone's. With that, the zeppelin unleashed a barrage of rockets, screaming from the rocket-pods on the zeppelins side, upon the horde of gremlins, who, intern, retreated in the opposite direction in terror, frightened by the lightweight, though brutal zeppelin. The trolls took charge of the tripod guns and began to fire furiously at the creatures
Victor fired his pistol in he general direction of the creatures "Run, you cowards. Ha ha ha!," he yelled triumphantly.
A voice then again emerged from the small, but heavily armed and agile zeppelin hovering low before the general. "You owe me a drink, general Fowl." Victor immediately recognized the voice as general Vuttplug
The zeppelin then dropped anchor and the zeppelin pulled itself to the ground so it may drop its gangplank. It eventually had dropped its gangplank and the general walked down the steep plank and approached Victor, still aboard his ever-loyal dreadwing, with a smile
"Vuttplug!" he shouted joyfully at the sight of the approaching general "You old fairy, you arrived just in time !"
Vuttplug stood before the general, who mentally refused to dismount Amber, as he felt comfortable on her "We have all the beer, mead, dried meet and building materials you need, friend, just tell me where you want it all," he said with a smile , as the slower, gigantic cargo zeppelins approached from the short distance away.
mere minutes later, a black-eye-purple cloud, draped in horrific blue lightning, thundered before the generals, causing them all to face it and load their weapons in surprise and terror and. All, save for Victor and Vuttplug and the Blood Angel zeppelins, completely out of stupidity and fear, fired their side-arms upon the small, but fearsome, cloud, not knowing whether it was hostile or not.
"Hold your fire, you idiots!" Victor yelled. It was then that an unclear, dragons face took image inside the cloud and faced the generals and their men.
A sinister laugh boomed from the cloud, almost quaking the land. "I wondered whom the queen sent to guard the sealed tomb of your undoing," the dragon-like faces voice boomed like that of a bass amplifier, or a distant explosion "General Victor Fowl and general Vuttplug," he said, looking down at the trolls faces, plastered with fear adn lit purple by the clouds light "I'm flattered," the booming voice mocked.
"Who are you, dragon!" Victor growled, his dreadwing screaming to reinforce her riders voice.
"All in good time, general. But for now, enjoy your painful undoing," the voice laughed before the cloud dispersed into choking smoke, spreading around the fort, causing all to cough beyond control.
Victor Fowl nearly coughed his lungs out, quite literally "Who or what the hell was that!" he asked, coughing, speaking for his men.
It was when the smoke had mostly cleared that a fear-filled shout emerged from a mortar operator from atop the tower at the righthand side of the fort
"Aerial hostiles approaching, general!" The mortar launcher yelled from his position at the right tower.
All who heard the cries of terror from the mortar operator looked up at the sky in the direction where the ground foes were a moment ago, and went wide-eyed in terror at the sight of 30 Wyverns approaching from the south
"Protect the supply zeppelins. They're defenseless!" Vuttplug cried as he re-boarded his Blood Angel zeppelin which took flight and he and the other Blood Angel gunship zeppelins formed a protective perimeter around the gigantic freight zeppelins, which carried vital supplies for Victor Fowls fort production as well as dried meat and beverages for the soldiers. Before long, the creatures fly directly overhead and Victor and his surviving men began to fire futilely at them. Bullets and red-hot lead pellets hissed and snapped passed the creatures. When they were close enough to be clearly seen, they seemed to be carrying a medicine-ball-like weapon in their talons. Upon closer inspection, using binoculars, Victor saw them as bombs which exploded on impact when dropped. Too the surprise of general Vuttplugg, the flying creatures weren't heading for the supply zeppelins, but for the caved in tomb, the soul reason the fort is being built to begin with.
"What the-" Vuttplugs voice screamed from the zeppelins megaphone "They're attacking the tomb entrance! All aircraft, weapons free! I repeat: Weapons free!" With that, the Blood Angel zeppelins machine guns unleashed a barrage of tracers. Wyverns fell screaming in agony as they took hits in the torsos and heads. Their cargo destroyed tents within the fort on impact. Before long, a mere couple of wyverns remained. They got in range of the pile of rocks that cealed the tomb and threw their load upon it. The explosion destroyed one gigantic bolder, but the tomb, thankfully, remained sealed.
Vuttplug and his fello general on the ground, Victor, sighed with extreme relief that the tomb remained sealed "Geez!' Vuttplug shouted into the zeppelins megaphone "Any more bombs and the cave would be open!"
"Gods. That was close!" panted, clutching his chest. He then proceeded to give his ever-loyal mount a pat on the back "Who's a good girl? Who screams the shit outa gremlins and grublins? Is it you? Is it you, girl?" Amber screamed playfully at the baby-talk-like compliment.
Ten minutes after the dust of battle had cleared, Victor and Amber stood before a pile of dead creatures "It's quite obvious the dragons are behind this. Look, there's grublins and all. They only come from the dragon realms...but how'd they get here," asked, astonished, holding the reins of his loyal mount. Victors right-hand-troll, with his uniform torn and face severely scared from the earlier raid, observed the scene and didn't believe the former.
"They couldn't have, sir. The dragons have been scarcely hostile for past decade." Victor and Dimitri Then turned to the space over the fort where the booming voice took place earlier "And not even dragon are capable of such dark magic."
Victors stomach twisted and his heart broke at the mere thought of a dragon uprising, as he took a long, hurtful gander at his fallen comrades and the damage the fort alone had taken. He was about to loose himself in fear, before his right-hand-troll spoke up
"Sir it'll be fine. Our reinforcements are here. The fort is nearly complete. We will set up a proper alarm system for future raids."
"Victor smiled down at his barely-living comrade. Before long, a small roar emerged, as General Vuttplugs light and fast Blood Angel zeppelin hovered before them
"As soon as the cargo is dropped, I must depart for Valdin, general. The queen expects this fort complete soon," Vuttplugs orders nearly screamed from the zeppelins megaphone
Victor cuffed his hands to his mouth and shouted to the general aboard the zeppelin, "General, warn the queen of a possible dragon invasion!"
"Aye, friend." And so the two gigantic, unarmed cargo zeppelins unloaded their cargo. One unloaded a thousand soldiers whilst the other unloaded 10 tonnes of cargo, half a tonne of which was mead, beer and dried meat. Another tonne was weapons and ammo, whilst the rest was merely building materials.
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Victor sat alone in his tent, drinking beer, whilst laying his feet on his desk. He gasped with fright, as the face o a beast popper up from the tens mesh window before him. He sighed with relief, seeing it was merely his faithful mount "You scared me," he chuckled. Amber screamed with joy in her eyes at the sight of the many bottles of mead on the desk "You want drink, girl?" he asked, astonished. Amber let out another scream with a nod. "It's not lady-like to drink mead and beer. You'd want wine coolers." Amber unleashed a small growl at her masters sexist comment. Victor sighed angrily, as he uncorked one of the 600ml bottles of mead "Fine. Here, have some mead. You've earnt it for what you did today. Amber took bottles neck in her teeth and proceeded to raised her head so the mead may run down her maw "Who needs a drinkin bud when you have a dreadwing," the general chuckled.
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Hunters wife, Vandora, approached the part of the river where her cub, Zan, and the others, Drake, Blaze, Dasha and Pyro were splashing around joyfully and passionately. In her hands was a steel platter of well-cooked, sweet-chili-infused cray-fish, one at the far back of the plate of which was especially large and mouth-watering to all who gazed upon it. Vandora stood at the waters edge with the large platter in her hands, before the joyfully-splashing children. Before she opened her mouth, she placed the largest one at the back of the plate.
"Kids, would you care for some crawdads?" She offered, holding the steel platter by its handles.
Zan enthusiastically lead his friend, Blaze, who led her friend, Drake, who led his dragon cousins out of the water.
"Sure, Mrs V," smiled Blaze
"Thanks, mom," Zan screeched, leading the group out of the water "I love those shellfish."
"We're starvin'," Dasha and Pyro said in unison as they left the water and approached the female anthro-cheetah.
"Cray-fish are so DRACO-tastic," Drake cackled, as he too left the water. Before Drake approached Vandora for a share in the delicious shell-fish, he 1st went to put his cloths back on, which were piled by the edge of the river. He put them on quickly as he was naked save for his underwear. He put his cloak and tight pants on quickly, being careful not to expose the pistol in his trousers...I'm not talking about his member, and rushed to Vandora. When he got there, there was but one left, the largest of them all.
"Saved the largest for you, Drake," Vandora smiled
"Ooh my gods, DRACO-tastic, Vandora. I love crayfish. I eat 'em shell and all," he cackled triumphantly, taking the largest crayfish.
Vandora smiled sinisterly as Drake took the largest shell-fish. He took it over to the edge of the river and was about to naw into the delicacy, when suddenly, the loose earth beneath him crumbled and fell into the water, taking him with it. He plummeted into the water with a scream. The cray-fish was lost, floating downstream.
"Dammit," Vandora growled under her breath "Lucky troll."
Drake left the water and shook himself off. He stood before the female anthro-cheetah
"Ooops or somethin' or nothin'," Drake frowned, watching the delicacy float downstream. He then turned to Vandora, who had a slightly disappointed look plastered on her face "Sorry, Vandora, I'm a dumbass," He cackled
She smiled weakly, shrugging "It's alright, Drake, I can catch hundreds of those in a few hours," she shrugged, gaining a sigh of relief from the humanoid, scaly child who rejoined his friends
Vandora left the scene and returned to the now-expanded cheetah village 'Gods, even his half-breed son is insanely lucky' she thought.
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Several minutes after Zans mothers left, Blaze and Zan began to exchanged goodbyes. Zan gave her an affectionate hug on the neck and she laid her head on his back
"This was great, Blaze," he said, having broken from the brief, affectionate hug on the neck, smiling at her "Can you bring your friends over one day? My mom makes wicked salmon," he offered, his hands joined, smiling
Blaze wagged and smiled in response "We'll see. Me and Drake gotta return to the temple," she said, as she nudged him away.
Zan then ran back to the cheetah village downstream. Blaze smiled him off as he ran into the woods. He then turns to Drake, waiting with his dragon cousins at his feet, As Drake waited, tapping his clawed foot o n the earth, Dasha slowly coiled her tail with Pyros and began to slowly lick him all over the face, gaining a fearful shiver and moan from him, as she traced his paw with her own and swayed both their tails. Pyro let out a sigh of relief when she finally stopped. It was tat moment that Blaze stood before the three
"Well," She began, "Still two hours before we gotta return. Got any ideas, Drake?" she asked, looking up at the scaly humanoid creature
Drake scratched his chin, before snapping his clawed, leathery fingers "No, but yeah, but no, but yeah. I do I Do have an idea, but we should be careful because something happen' for somthin' or nothin' that I know nothin' about. What 'appened was: me and you..."
Blaze sighed aloud, annoyed by her friends electric tongue "You sure your mom didn't have an affair with Volteer?" Blaze giggled jokingly, gaining a playful scoff from Drake
"You are well outa order to be saying that, Blaze! She would so never do that." Drakes serious face turned happy before he said,."She was...is always bakin' cookies with da though," he giggled.
"Do you have any ideas or not?" She chuckled weakly and frustratingly.
"Why don't we go terrorize some Wyverns or Grublins." Drake cackled sinisterly
"No, Drake," Blaze shook her head, her eyes wide "My...Our parents could be watchin' right now like last time."
Drake nodded, serious expression on his face "Good point, Blaze."
It was then Dashas' turn to pipe in "Why don't we just go catch some fish in the river? There's plenty upstream," she requested, she and her twin brother standing before their taller,
+ humanoid, scaly cousin.
Drake rolled his eyes upwards, before he smiled and nodded, saying, "Sure. Sounds DRACO-tastic to me," he approved, gaining a joyful squeal from his cousin, Dasha, who rolled Pyro over, kissing him passionately all over the neck, gaining a fearful moan and shiver from Pyro, pleading her to get off of him.
Dasha giggled as she dismounted her brother and stood up strait "Too mush dragoness for you to handle," she chuckled.
"We can go catch fish," Drake began, before pointing a clawed finger at Blaze "But you better watch her. She is such a shocking woman. She will try and electrify us in the river," He said, gaining a shameful blush and weak giggle from her
Dasha and Pyro cocked their head sideways "Really?" Pyro asked, speaking for Dasha, who was too preoccupied, gently biting his neck, causing his voice to crack slightly.
"No, but yeah, but no, but yeah, but...yeah," he nodded strongly "She did because something happened for something or nothing. I was in the knee-deep end tryin' to catch some fish that were like swimming 'gainst the current." He pointed back at Blazes, giggling and blushing figure "And she Charged an electric sphere..."
"As a joke, Drake," She cut him off
"Yeah," he he nodded, looking down at her blushing figure "And you like...nearly shocked me to oblivion."
"I promise I won't do it again, Drake. Can we please go catch some fishies. I know a good spot upstweam" she coed aloud, swaying her tail slowly, whilst tiling her head and shifting her paws in the earth, her gorgeous eyes glistening.
Drake sighed, shaking his head slowly, a smile on his face "Fine we'll catch some fish." He pointed at Blaze again "But if you electrify me again, ancestors hep me, you are well gonna get beatans."
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Warning: There may be some antisemitism(Anti Jew) jokes just ahead. Skip to the next PAGE BREAK if you are offended by such material.
Meanwhile, Shigi and Venus are escorted by one of the temples armored Dark Dragon guards and the mole detective down a giant set of spiral stone stairs, leading deep into the earth beneath the temple. Shigi cracked his knuckles, eager to pump the captive mole they had in the temples dungeon. The guard led through a relatively-empty room with cells lining the walls. They stood before the tiny cell, containing the fearfully-quivering mole, pressing himself against the brick-wall.
"This is the bastard who spiked your drink," the mole detective said, unlocking the primitive lock with a skeleton key "I expected better from someone who kept the bar for a decade," he spat.
"Yeah," Shigi nodded angrily "Every great drink I ever had he served...save for the last, which was tainted!" he growled through his slightly-pointed humanoid teeth.
Venus shook her head slowly, a malicious expression plastered on her face "How could you? He's repaid his debt to allied races.
As soon as the door was opened. Shigi approached the mole and picked him up by the scruff of the neck, holding him before his snarling face "You have some explaining to do, you greedy hairy ming of mole," he growled
The mole trembled in the humanoid creatures grasp "I..I only did it so me, my life-mate and my 6 kids could move to Warfang and have a better life in the big city."
"Accompanying a murder so you could move, aye. Tsst tsst tsst," Shigi shook his head "You know you remind me of a human race I read about known as Jews. I put a penny in a bear trap and they'd loose your arm. You make me sick! I left Enolas army to get away from such greediness. And having 6 kids is no excuse. In my race, troll females can carry like up to 5 fetuses and have them in two to three months and are able to become pregnant again 5 days later." he tightened his grip on the furry creatures neck, causing him to place his tiny paws on his teal-colored humanoid hand, "You'd better tell me who hired you or I swear..."
"Okay," The mole choked. He inhaled deeply as Shigi loosened his grip "It was a blue-bodied, white-stripped cheetah. She wouldn't gimme her name, but how many blue-bodied, white-stripped cheetahs you see 'roun here. Thats all I can tell you. Lemme go, please," he plead, wriggling from the trolls grasp. His efforts were in vein as Shigi still needed his info.
"I need a name."
"She wouldn't tell me her name and I don't know it. She didn't even come into the den that often, she came in like twice in the space of a decade."
Shigi sighed angrily and dropped the mole, who landed on the stone floor with a grunt and retreated of the corner of his cell, whimpering like a child before the former Widow-Maker. Shigi then got on Venus' back and they stood before the moles cell "You ever do what you did again, I swear I kill you, mole. And I was the Widow-Maker, so don't you think it wont happen." the cell was slammed shut by the mole detective as Venus and her troll were escorted out by the Dark Dragon guard.
"So, we're looking for a blue cheetah, honey," he said as they exited.
"I think I know what we're looking for, little man. That day, I managed to burn the bitches tail as she got away.
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Meanwhile, in the so-called Dead Marshes, the Chieftess must say her goodbye to her life-mate and daughter. They stand outside the temple, before its gigantic set of stone stairs and mammoth doors. Helix nuzzles Vahali tenderly. Before long, they rested their head on the back of each others necks
"I wish I could come, Helix, but I have a clan to lead," she said, before smiling. When they finally broke from the hug, she licked him on the muzzle.
Helis smiled in response "Wish you could come, Vahali. My sisters are the only nice dragoneses I know...save for you, of course," he chuckled. Helix then craned his head down to his daughter, waging her tail for a nuzzle from her gigantic father. He graciously lowered his head to her, allowing her to hug his muzzle, gigantic from her view, and lick between his eyes "You excited to finally visit your aunts and cousins, sweetie?"
"Yep," she replied simply
"Don't you be a bad girl in the Dragon Realms," he smiled sinisterly at his daughter as she licked him with her little pink tongue
Kiara giggled, having ceased her licking and facing him "I'm only 10, daddy."
Helix rolled his eyes "You know wadda mean, baby girl. Don't you go exploring gigantic zeppelin wrecks, abandoned temples and the like, got it?" Kiara smiled with a nod "There's my girl," he licked her belly, gaining a joyful scream from his daughter, as she rolled in the earth, pleading him to stop. Helix retracted his tongue and turned to face his Marsh Dragon life-mate, half his size, bearing no scales or wings "You can handle the chiefs and the clan while me and Kiara are away cant you, honey?" he asked, concern in his expression
Vahali smiled "Yeah. Alexis and I can deal with the clan," she reassured. She gave him a playful bite on the neck "You just go to your sisters wedding-she'd love to see her little brother. You only visit your sisters once a month since Kiara was born. That was 10 years ago. Besides she has to get to know her aunts and cousins."
"She might even want me to do a gig at her wedding. She always liked my humor. Like this one time, I made her laugh so hard, she nearly went into premature labor when she was heavy with Dasha and Pyro," Helix cackled
Vahali tilted her head, smiling "Is Jeenie your sister who made you watch her push her kids out of her opera house or is she your horny, ditzy sister?"
"Opera house...the 1st one," he chuckled. Helix gave his life-mate one last peck on the neck before he lowered his head, allowing his daughter to board him and cling to his neck tightly, and took to th sky.
"Fly safely,baby!" Vahali yelled. Helix, having put all his energy into his beating wings, instead, flapped twice rapidly in response, before flying off into the sunset.
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Meanwhile, Blaze leads Drake and his cousins towards the waterfall, downstream of the cheetah village. Next the the waterfall, they stood before
a rocky wall, bearing a dragon paw-print carving.
"Dead end, Blaze," Drake said "This a joke? 'cause it ain't slightly funny, Blaze. And I know funny-I'm a comedians nephew."
Dasha giggled, whilst half dragging her brother everywhere by coiling her tail with his "I agree with Drake, Blaze, whatever behavial-drugs your parents have you on, you need to cut the dosage," she and her brother giggled.
Blaze rolled her eyes and places a paw on the wall, opening it. Drake and his cousins ceases giggling and stared awestruck as it revealed to them a tunnel. Blaze raised her tail, snickering as she led the awestruck half-breed and his cousins into the tunnel, shocked expressions plastered on their faces. "My mom and dad told me 'bout this tunnel. It leads to another river-a fast running, but really shallow one, perfect for catching fish with your claws," she explained, her voice echoing in the tunnel.
Drake scoffed "Blaze, if your ma told you 'bout this tunnel and its exact location, chances are she and/or your da are following us right now."
Whilst Drake and Blaze advanced through the tunnel, Dasha and pyro bought up the rear, their tails coiled. Without thinking, Dasha squeezed his tail extra tight and stopped in her tracks. She waited 'till Their cousin and his girlfriend were out of sight and earshot, before she giggled sinisterly and sucked his neck, gaining a fearful quiver from him
"S-sis, please stop," he stuttered with a cracking voice
Dasha continued her sucks on his neck, oblivious to his suffering "Why? Your such a beautiful bwother," she cooed, before swaying both their tails, and attempting to lick him on the snout. Pyro tried his best to escape her tongue, awkwardly moving his head with a disgusted expression, moaning in fear
"Eww, sis, please stop."
Dasha merely lifted both their tails high in the air in response "Want some female healing, Pye?" she offered, bouncing her brows at her twin brother.
"Urg! No way, because 1: We're underage and 2: It's incest" he growled, finally able to pull away and walk ahead
Dasha scoffed, watching him walk ahead at a fast pace, a stomp in his every step "Too much dragoness for you to handle. Thats all it is."
Before long, Dasha and Pyro caught up with their cousin and his dragoness-friend. Pyro eventually refused to coil tails with his sister and kept his distance from her, as he should've from the start, to avoid his sexually deviant sis. Following Blaze, Drake was eventually forced to climb across vines on the rocks, as he lacked the wings of his dragoness friend and his cousins, who all took flight and hovered near him, giggling at his pathetic attempt to climb the green vines
"Ooh laugh it up, cousins. You are well gonna get beatans when I'm down!" he threatened
Dasha smiled and moaned as she hovered in the air.
Before long, Drake was relieved to finally set foot on solid earth and joined his dragoness-friend and his cousins in a large empty square of earth.
whilst his dragoness-friend began to sniff around, literally, Drake looked around and shrugged "Nothing here, Blaze. Are you trying to lead us away and rape us? Because if you do, that is so not DRACO-tastic."
Blaze laughed "No, Drake, I wanna show you some ape bones."
Drake and his cousins gasped in astonishment "Cool, Blaze. Apes have been extinct since Malafor returned, ma told me!" Drake was awestruck
Really? My mom never told me how the apes became extinct. How'd it happen, Drake?"
Drake then scratched his finely-scaled, humanoid chin, before talking in his usual mannar-fast tongued and near-impossible to understand "Well the thing is: I do know, but I don't know,I do know, but I don't know, But I don't know, because this thing like happen' for something or nothin' that they didn't know nothing about. What happened was: Malafor returned from the Well of Souls and the apes were like welcoming him back, but Malafor cursed them for being so greedy AS A JOKE...and they like turned undead and forced to feed off the power o' others and the like. And everybody who fights them today is like 'Not our fault you were so greedy 'n' ugly , your greedy and ugly in the afterlife.'"
Blaze, though barely able to understand him, as usual, was awestruck by his historic information "Gods, my parents never tell me anything."
"Yeah, but no, but yeah, but no, but...no they don't tell us stuff we should know. Like this one time i asked if my father was like one of the guardians or another dragon and she still says I'm Shigi's son. I'm like 'liar, uncle Helix and aunt Jeenie told me you were always goin' down to the den, tryin' to get laid in the toilets, but everybody thought you were full o' shit and didn't wanna wanna get dirty.'"
Blaze knew Drake wouldn't stop his electric tongue until she had gave him some positive body-contact. She stood just before him as he rambled "Drake," she said, gaining his attention.
Drake, as of hearing her thoughts, put an arm out so Blaze could hop up, place her paws on his arm and lick him all over the face, gaining a moan and smile from him. Drakes eyes were half-closed and he began to drift off, intoxicated by her positive body contact.
She ceased licked and whispered with a voice like honey, "Drake."
"Y-e-s," Drake smiled, slowly and moaning-like
Blaze pecked his lips "Please shut up for an hour, will yah," she giggled softly with a sweet-tasting voice
"Erm... O...K," he giggled, slowly and weakly as he began to drift away, to the point where he had to lay on his back and bask in the remaining sunlight. Blaze, satisfied with her work, strutted away smiling, joining his awestruck cousins, staring with mouth agape
"How did..." Dasha and Pyro said in unison "Could you teach me how to do that?" the asked in perfect unison. Drake was left smiling on his back, slowly singing Plastic Man by the Kinks terribly out of harmony, leaving his dragoness-friend and his cousins to dig around, finding intriguing ape skulls in the sand, barely lit by the sunset light.
Author: I'll need a co-writer who can improve my stories details-environment-descriptions and the like, as I have a feeling I'm not good at that category. Drop me a line or PM if your interested. I love it when professional writers take control of my stories, like Iceclaw14. HAVE YOU READ MY 1ST STORY? She took what was great about it to begin with and then cranked it ten fold!
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Vandora prepares her specialty meal-chili-infused crayfish, on the kitchen counter, when she turns to face her life-mate, and she was surprised to see him dressed to leave, in his typical attire-his hunting tunic and shoulder-belt and hood.
"Honey, where you going? Its nearly dusk," she gasped, a worried look on her face
Hunter approached her and gave her a gentle hug, rubbing her furry back "I'll be back at 8PM, honey, at the very most. I'v been called to an emergency meeting because they may be able to find Shigis' attacker-the one who tried to pick him off with a crossbow that day in the temples den," he explained in a soft tone, rubbing her back and shoulders.
Vandora smiled, her head rested on his shoulder "I hope they get her."
Hunter broke from the hug and eyed her curiously "How'd you know the assassin was female?"
Vandora went wide-eyed "Erm...Drake told me, when he and Blaze took Zan swimming," she explained, forming each word in her mind with great care.
Hunter smiled and departed from her sight, leaving her to finish preparing the seafood dinner.
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Meanwhile, the children ravage amongst the sand, finding astonishing ape bones in the mass. Among them were: Thigh-bones, rib-cages and the like, but not a single skull. however the group gasped in amaze, as too see Drake reach into the soft sand with his scaly hand and pull out an intact skull of an ape
Blaze and Dasha and Pyro stood before their humanoid friend and cousin, Drake "Whoa," they both said slowly and deeply in perfect unison
Drake held the skull to his head, comparing their shape with a smile "Ooh my gods. No wonder apes tried to take over the world," he cackled smiling at his cousins and dragoness-friend. Blaze, Dasha and Pyro's eyes slowly widened, as did their jaws hang, at the sight of the primate skulls eye-sockets glowing a poisonous green. "They were...are so ugly, they needed to form an army and join the Dark Master to earn any respect," he cackled, looking at his cousins and lady-friend whilst pointing a clawed finger mockingly at the skull, which began to move its own jaw
"D-D-Drake," Dasha stuttered, quivering in obvious and severe terror
"Draky," Blaze said seriously, a rarity for her
"D-D-Drraake," Pyro frowned in severe terror "Err," he quivered with a crashed voice, pointing out the skull to his cousin.
Drake looked at the skull and narrowed his eyes, oblivious to the undead factor of it "Don't go given me skelly evals," he insulted, right before the skull flew out of his hands, as did the ones that Blaze, Pyro and Dasha collected earlier. The bones formed together magically and formed a whole ape skeleton cackling as any stupid ape did...dead or not.
"Ooh my gods," Drake shouted in utter terror.
Dasha and Blaze and pyro screamed like the girls they are, as to see twenty headless ape skeletons emerge from between the trees behind Drake.
Drake turned to Face the horde of undead primates and merely rolled his eyes, before drawing the gun his 'da' had lent him from his waistband.
The apes, having no clue what Drake had in his hand, surrounded the group. They stood with their backs to one another, forming a defensive square against the undead primates, surrounding them with mocking cackles.
Whilst Drake readied his gun, his cousins and Dragoness-friend snarled best as they could, for all the good it did them, and readied themselves for the apes to strike.
Drake, without thinking, discharged a round from his fathers gun, shattering the skull of the one skeleton that bore one, having little effect, causing him to growl in utter frustration.
"Wadda we do," Pyro screamed...not shouted, screamed
"I don't think we can take 'em all, you guys," Blaze shouted
Drake rolled his eyes, thinking they were oblivious of their inherited racial abilities "Blaze I have a question."
Blaze scoffed "What?"
"What is red, yellow and looks good on hippies?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of the undead primates surrounding them
"What?" The three dragons asked in perfect unison, keeping their eyes on their attackers.
Drake smiled before yelling "FIRE!"
He unleashed a small barrage of flame on the small group of primates in front of him. The three dragons smiled and did the same, save for Blaze, who unleashed small explosive electric spheres, which exploded, shattering the apes permanently. The skeletons that caught fire at the hand of Drake and his dragon cousins ran around on fire before turning to ash. Three skeletons, standing before Drake in an 'attack-ready' stance. Drake smiled sinisterly as he conjured in his palms two small, but roaring, spheres of flame. he dropped them to his feet and kicked them at the undead primates with deadly accuracy. The spheres exploded on contact with the skeletons they jumped up and down in an effort to purge the flames. Their efforts were in vein as they too turned to ash.
Once the 1st wave of apes were purged, twice as many came with roaring cackles and surrounded the children. Just when all hope was lost, a gigantic dragoness, familiar to Drake glided overhead, sending down a barrage of fire, creating a hole in the swarm of skeletons, but being careful not to burn the children in the process.
"Alright, ma!" Drake shook his fist triumphantly. It was at that moment that a fairly-large dark dragoness glided overhead, sending down small toxic bombs. The bombs bursted on a small group of apes, melting them into poisonous cream.
"Yeah, mom!" Blaze screeched triumphantly, seeing Cynder gliding over head, a trail of darkness behind her.
One skleton managed to hop upon Drake, pinning him on his back and began scratching at his cloths. Drake growled as he kicked the attacker off. He stood up and drew his gun, shooting off its limb-bones individually, before he conjured a sphere of fire in his free hand and throwing it at the now-limbless skelly. Drake cackled sinisterly as he blew the smoke from the barrel.
The remaining skeletons charged for the children, Blaze and Drake easily dispatched them with her electric breath combined with his fire.
The two dragonesses landed before their children, serious expression on their face, gaining fearful expressions from the children.
"Aunt Venus!" Dasha and Pyro screeched, approaching their aunt, acquiring a happily-given nuzzle from her
Venus gasped, seeing tearings in her sons cloak and minor cuts on his skin, and rushed towards him. She knocked him off his feet with her massive head and began to lick him passionately "You alright, my boy?"
Drake rolled his eyes "Yah, ma, I'm alright," he growled, before his mother began to lick him all over the face, slobbering him "Ma!" he he said coherently, as his mothers tongue muffled his voice "Ma, your humiliating me before Blaze."
Blaze giggled at Venus, smothering her humanoid, scaly son, before her face went serious, turning her head to her mother and seeing her serious expression
"Blaze, you irresponsible little girl!" she snarled "I knew I shouldn't have told you 'bout this place before. Your father will be hearing about this."
Blaze hung her head "I wanted to show Drake and his cousins. It was just so interest..."
"And you," Cynder said in a serious tone, facing Drake "Draggin my daughter to this place-a place of unspeakable danger!"
"Don't you go giving me evals," Drake growled.
Blaze quickly stepped before her mother, nearly twice the size of her daughter "It-it's my fault, mom. I heard about this place and thought it was pure mith...but I was wrong. If Drake and his cousins weren't with me, I'd probably be dead by now," she whimpered "Blame me, mom. Blame me...not Drake. I dragged him here, not the other way 'round."
Cynder sighed "Fine, Blaze, well...your going to be punished, Blaze."
"I'm sorry, mom. I just wanted to show Drake around...get to know him...Is that too much to ask?" she questioned, hanging her head in sorrow. "Can I at least say goodbye to Drake?"
Cynder nodded
Blaze made her way to Drake, with his cousins and mother behind him and hopped up, wrapping her front legs and wings around him, before licking his neck affectionately. Drake playfully nipped the side of her neck in return, before they separated and smiled. Blaze returned to her mother and took to the sky with her. Drake smiled weakly and waved her off, though he knew all too well she could not see him.
"Get on my back, little man," Venus said. "Come on, Dasha, Pyro, I'll take you back to mommy."
and so Drake boarded his mother and took flight, Dasha and Pyro bringing up the rear
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Time skip one hour later
When the adults had put their children to bed, Spyro, Cynder, Venus, Shigi, Hunter and all three guardians gathered in the council chamber. Hunter sat in his small seat, as did Shigi, alongside Venus, laying on a foam mat for fully-grown dragons.
Volteer cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the three dragons, the troll and the anthro-cheetah, who were previously chattering amongst themselves on related and unrelated matters.
"Now, everybody, we have quite recently acquired evidence against Shigi's potential-assassin." Volteer lifted a mole detective from the floor and onto the gigantic table with his jaw. Volteer nudged him to speak.
"Well we have confirmed Shigis drink was most definitely spiked, not by the would-be-assassin, but by the barman, who we have in custody. His drink was spiked with a rare plant found only in the heavily-wooded areas of Twilight Falls and Avalar Valley."
As the mole spoke, Hunters jaw began to hang and his vision flashed back to the moment he found that rare plant in his bedside table. He felt a if something were eating him from the inside out slowly
The mole pointed a paw at Venus "His wife, lady Venus Oblivion Vanguard Sea, tells me the assassin in question is a blue cheetah." Venus nodded with a smile "And she herself managed to singe her tail as she pursued her that day in the den."
Venus giggled triumphantly
Hunters heart began to pound against this ribs, his breathing heavy. His vision flashed back to the moment he saw the missing fur on his wife tail.
Shigi held a teal, leathery arm up "And the killer is most likely the life-mate or relative of somebody I myself killed years ago in my service to Enola Carmeleon."
Before long, the groups discussion was interrupted, hearing the asmatic spasms of hunter, who took a 2letre jug of icy water from the table and began to passionately gulp down, before slamming the now-empty jug back on the table
"Hunter, relax. What in oblivion is wrong with you?" Volteer asked aloud, astonished.
Hunter recollected himself, a hurt expression on his face, before speaking "I think I know who the assassin is, lord Volteer," he whimpered. "My...life-mate," he plated his face on the table and sobbed beyond believe, gaining mouth-hung, wide-eyed expressions from all in the room, save for Volteer who growled
"You certain, Hunter?"
the now-whimpering cheetah nodded "How could she do this to me...and our cub?" Hunter planted his head on the table and broke out into uncontrollable sorrow.
The detective mole jumped up and down "We must apprehend Vandora immediately!"
Hunter quickly rose his head and a paw at the mole, cutting him off "No, please... let me. Vandora will understand me, send guards and she may resist aggressively. Please just let me bring her in. She trusts me."
Volteer processes his options carefully, before nodding "Very well, Hunter. You may bring your wife in. Take heed that she may spend an entire decade in the dungeon for attempted-murder."
Hunter bowed, his finely-furry face soaked in tears "Thank you," he said gratefully, his voice crashing in sorrow. I could use Spyro and Cynder with me just in case she takes it badly."
Cynder and her life-mate nodded "Least we can do, Hunter," she smiled.
"Meeting adjourned!" Volteer dismissed and all left the council room. As hunter walked with Spyro and Cynder at his side, his head hanging in shame and sorrow, the groups eyes were drawn behind them, hearing the thumping a an approaching dragoness, Venus and Shigi on her back, who came to a skidding stop before the two dragons and the anthro-cheetah.
"Your finally goin' to catch the bitch who tried to kill my little man aren't you?" she asked, fire in her eyes
"That 'bitch' is my life-mate, Venus!" Hunter snarled
"I want to see her behind bars. Shigi's so precious to me. You haven't a clue," she whimpered
Shigi was quick to comfort her, rubbing her neck and kissing the top of her head "Shh-shh-shh, Venus. My big hot draggy. I'm going to be fine. Hunter, Spyro and Cynder can deal with her. It's not our place."
Venus quickly piped up, whimpering "It is our concern, Shigi, we're involved!" she squeal, before collapsing to the grown on her gut in utter sorrow.
"Fear not, Venus, me, Cyn and Hunter will apprehend Vandora. Justice will be served," Spyro reassured, a weak smile on his face.
Venus got up, tears spilling from her eyes like a waterfall "I hope so," she screamed, before turning around and scurrying away, nearly dispersing Shigi as she rotated.
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Author: I know, I know. I suck at mystery, but i am good at action/adventure/romance and war/horror/romance aren't I? Please tell me what genres and themes I am good at in opinion.
Vandora and her cub lay on cushions, eating their seared and seasoned fish, when the doorway was darkened by Vandora's life mate, Hunter, a serious expression on his face.
Vandora smiled at the entrance of her male "Honey, come sit down. Plenty left for you," she invited joyfully, a smile on both hers and their cubs face. Hunters un responsiveness combined with his serious face gained concern from Vandora and their cub, Zan.
"Zan," Hunter eyed his cub "Go up to your room, Zan. I don't want you to see this."
Zan became fearful of his fathers expression and tone of voice and scurried away, up the stairs to his room. Hunter waited until his cub was out of sight and earshot, before he turned to Vandora
"Honey...I..." He was cut off by Spyro and Cynder worming past his feet and standing before him, facing Vandora with with mild snarls "We know you did, honey."
"Shigi is our friend, Vandora! And you try and kill him," Cynder shrieked, snarling
"Shigi was only following orders when he killed. He never willingly killed. He was being used by the Troll Queen. You make me sick!" Spyro snarled.
Vandora sprung furiously from her cushion and attempted to leap out the door Hunter was standing in, aiming for the small gap above him. Hunter leaped upwards and wrapped his arms and legs around her. They both plummeted and rolled outside the house several times.
Hunter squeezed her tight countering her struggles
"I can't go to prison, baby!" she shrieked, trying to wriggle free of her loves grasp
"It's OK, honey. Your only charged with attempted-murder one. Its just ten years, honey, and me and Zan can come and visit," he reassured, trying his best to restrain her in his arms and legs. His efforts were in vein, as she rolled them both over and pressed her dagger-sharp claws at his neck, cat-growling furiously.
"Honey, you aren't going to be treated as you may think," he reassured
"I don't care. Prison is hell, baby," she whimpered
"Honey, listen. All you have to do is spend five ten years tops in the dungeon. You wont be treated like the typical criminal, I promise. when your time is over, you will be forgiven," he reassured. Hunters life-mate eventually ceased her struggles, pulled him on his feet and wrapped her arms around him, sobbing into into his furry chest. Before long, the temples dark dragon guards had flown in and approach, as did several cheetah worriers.
"Hunter, say goodbye to your wife. She's coming with us...to the dungeon," one of the guards demanded.
"J'just lemme and my cub say goodbye to her," he requested, holding Vandora in his arms.
The guard sighed, before nodding. Hunter handed her to the cheetah companions of the guards, who shackled her legs and arms, as Hunter scurried back into his house and returned with their cub, Zan. Seeing his mother in chains caused him to gasp and leap into his mothers bound hands. She whimpered as she nuzzled her cub, licking his neck
Zan hugged her neck "Don't go, mom," he plead
"It's okay, Zan. You and daddy can come visit me every few days. Mommy wont be gone for long, I promise," she cooed, before playfully biting her son on the neck. Hunter approached and his sobbing cub immediately jumped into his arms. Vandora nuzzled Hunter before breaking out into uncontrollable sorrow as the guards dragged the sorrowful mother and life-mate away.
Zan faced Hunter "We will visit mom...wont we?"
"Of course we will, Zan, I promise," he promised, tears spilling from his eyes like a waterfall before nuzzling his cub as best he could.
Zan looked into hunters eyes with his watering ones "Why were you and mom fighting?"
"Mommy...did something horrible, Zan. She needs to pay her debt to the realms, but we can visit her any time we please," he reassured his cub.
(Author: I know the minor fight-scene at the end sucked, but like I have established many times before, I..suck...at...action and mystery. I can do anything but that. If somebody would like to help me improve, simply throw your review up, e mail or PM me. Also, please bare with me. I will bring a new threat into the world very soon-one which forces the dragons and tolls to unite, but not just yet. But I promise it will...WILL be epic.)
please tell me what you thought of this story up to this particular chapter as far as the following goes:
ACTION 1-10
DETAILS 1-10
MYSTRY 1-10
SEX 1-10
CHARACTERS 1-10
WAR 1-10
THE HUMANOID TROLLS 1-10
THE MARSH DRAGONS 1-10
1: Horrible
10: Best story you've read in awhile