OK this is for Gift Akor or 'Andy' as you so labeled yourself in your first anonymous review, I'm doing this only because I sent you a PM or Private Message in response to your review but since your last review said 'You din't see my last review did you' I did and I sent you a message saying that's not how the story is going to go, either you don't know how to access your privite messages because I suspect you very recently joined this website to fave and follow my story and others or (What I hope isn't the case) you did see my PM but chose not to acknowledge so I'm putting this note here for you to read which would be seen as very rude to call you out in public but you need to understand something, while yes we all sometimes make suggestions in reviews for the stories we're folowing you can't DEMAND the writer alter the story to do what you want, clearly you didn't read the story summery under the title because it tells you exactly what is going to happen, Look I get it you're probobly young and I was once there myself violating the rules of review etiquette, back in the early 2000s my faux pas was begging the author to review my stories in my review of their work, so I sent you a PM telling you the reasons I can't do what your review suggested for the story for various reasons if you care to look at it.
Realizing the best start putting as much distance between themselves and Feral and his own family, Don and Arctica began heading westward toward the Appalachians it was going to be a bit of a hike 531 miles away from New York City...Don was inwardly hoping and praying they could get far enough into the wilderness before Feral returned from Saudi Arabia the next day
The walked side by side in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the birds and insects and on occasion the wind when it chose to blow on this hot summer day.
Feeling a bit inspired by the beauty of nature, Arctica recited a poem she remembered from when she was younger and happier
"Listen my child, to this story of dreams,
And know that the beginning is more difficult than it seems.
When the ten daughters are reunited in order,
When the four sided box loses its border,
When the eye of the phoenix is in your hand,
When the bird of fire can see again,
When the moon sleeps and the sun plays,
The king of the sky will shine his rays.
And hidden beneath of river of colours,
Will lie a gate to golden wonders."
As Don quietly listened to that poem, he realized he had never heard anything quite like it, it sounded like it before it sounded like something Splinter would recite from his classic Japanese stories, but nothing in it sounded familiar "Where did you hear that?" He asked
"It's from a computer game." Arctica said
"A computer game?" Don cocked his head
"Yeah, a game I played when I was ten years old...You play a dective trying to find out what's causing all these accidents in an old mansion...You wake up in the Chinese themed room and on a tapestry there the poem that's the key the solving the mystery."
"Uh huh..." Don said as he wouldn't be familiar with the Nancy Drew computer games "Well, now that we're out of Feral's Lab, we have plenty of time to talk about your world."
Arctica sighed "My world is a Planet called Mizzer...A very beautiful world, very similar to Earth, blue skies, green grass, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west...Our Ancestors first landed on the Western Coast of the Western Continent so instead of 'Westward Ho' it was 'Eastward Ho' but my family remained in the original fertile Valley on the West Coast, it's related to the family business, it all started shortly after the Biollante Wars."
"Whoa! Whoa!" Don said "What are Biollante?!"
"Oh yeah..." Arctica said "...You would have no idea what those are, Biollante were giant carnivorous plants native to Mizzer, like giant Venus Flytraps the size of skyscrapers! And they can walk...I think they were named after a Plant Monster that was in Godzilla movies, anyway after the Biollante were exterminated Great-Great-Very Great Grandpa Whitefang, was driving through the hills one night he was a humble teenage laundromat worker back then, but in the forest hills he discovered another one of M izzer's native life forms, a slime mold...Do you know what a slime mold is?"
Don laughed "Actually I do, and I think I may be one of the few people who would know if you asked..."
"Well, Grandpa Whitefang discovered that this specific species of slime mold could create a perfect musk for any species! Even humans! These musks meant he could create perfumes specifically calobrated for each species on Mizzer! However these slime molds were picky, delicate little things, the Valley was a Mederterainian climate similar to Southern California and these slime molds did not like being moved out of their hot and dry climate or else they'd shivel up and die, so it kept us, the Whitefang family in what would become the town of Dahlia culturally equivilent to Earth's Beverly Hills so he could maintain our perfume empire, Dad would often jokes the Skunks envy us, because wolves had become the masters of scents!"
So this is a recycling of an earlier story in which the protaganist was the wife of the current heir to the Perfume Empire who wasn't an Arctic Wolf but a common gray wolf, and it was a 'Great Scandel' for an Arctic Wolf to marry a Gray and in that story the wife character was a very unsympathetic character basically just a mean girl who grew up to be a pampered spoiled house wife, here both parents are Arctic Wolves, and I like to think that original character Jenny is the Mother of Arctica though Arctica is slightly better than her Mother if only because she inherited Dad's smart genes
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