Disclaimer: The characters Valoon and Shabranigdo are from the series Slayers.
Valoon pulled his cloak tightly around him; this cold was almost
unbearable. Snow covered the mountain range, making travel very
dangerous, for the week he had been crossing through the mountains
and it would seem that sunlight was a rarity in these parts. Throughout
the entire trip thus far he had gotten hardly any sleep, his head still
hurt from the bump he had received from his recent endeavor, killing
the evil Shabranigdo. This had been one eventful month. He had
destroyed an evil Demon and a dragon too, he had even had enough time
to loose the object of his desire twice.
Sure it had been depressing to find out that his "beloved" was really
of the male side of the species but that didn't matter to him. He may
have had to part ways with her, ehhem him for a while, but he was
still a warrior with a pet shop to start, and nothing, nothing
in the world was going to stop him.
Not even the gods themselves could ruin his dreams. He would
scale this mountain range and make his way to Seyruun. There he would
start a pet shop. It would consist of two stories, and the floors would
be made of black and white marble tiles. The double doors would open
inward and the store's name would be printed above it in bold, red
letters. The outside walls of the building would be made of red brick
and would have a window on either side of the doors. The wall on the
inside would be painted a bright yellow sort of color with hard wood
shelves built into them.
The cash register would be mounted on a oak
table in the back right corner of the building, where the customers
could find the manager, Valoon, at all times, ready and willing to help
them out with an question or task they may have for him. In the left
corner there would be a staircase leading to the second floor, where
pet food, liter boxes, kennels and things like that could be found.
People would come world round to see his cute fuzzy
animals, little puppies and kitties would be distributed amongst the
general public. By cupping his hand by his ear he could almost hear a
faint "meow" and the pleasant singing of canaries in the distance. With
his own sweat and blood, Valoon would forge a world of pet lovers.
With the help of Seyruun's white magic, he would create a cure for
those unfortunate individuals that were allergic to animal fur.
Valoon shivered then began to rub his hands together, trying
to keep them warm. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't
realized that wind had picked up. He would need to take shelter soon,
by the looks of it there was a storm on its way. The smell in the air
slightly reminded him of the smell of rain. Normally he would welcome
the smell, he liked a summer shower as much as the bisexual demon slaying hero.
There was only two problems, one- it wasn't summer here, two- it was
likely that it would be a thunderstorm. He sped up, feeling a solitary
raindrop hit his nose.
Minutes later, he sighted a cave just ahead of him," Prefect!"
He said, breaking into a run.
Inside the cave, it wasn't much better. The sun had set and
it was even colder now, and there was no wood to build a fire with.
The other problem was that it was far to dark to see his hand in
front of his face much less other things that may have been living in
there.
" I guess it's a good thing it didn't rain after all." he said
to himself, beginning to get a little lonely. Suddenly, as if on cue,
it began to down pour. Valoon shrugged and pulled a Slim Jim out of his
pocket. He began chewing on it happily, he didn't seem to notice that
rainwater had started flowing down into the cave. The trickling of
water echoed through the cave, which annoyed a family of bats that flew
out of the cave, making a lot of noise. They didn't seem to bother Valoon
much, in fact, he just kept on smiling as if he hadn't noticed them.
Hours later, after Valoon had laid himself to sleep and was now
emitting a peaceful yet incredibly annoying snore. His rest was disturbed
by a faint scratching noise, coming from deeper in the cave. He jerked awake
startled by the sound. Getting to his feet and digging in his pockets he
finally found a candle and a pack of matches. Striking a match he lit his
candle and slowly made his way into the cave.
After a few minutes of following the sound the spotted a gray dog
leaning against the wall scratching the floor with an injured paw. Sitting
down next to the dog, Valoon set the candle on the floor carefully, a
little bit of wax spilling onto the hard rock surface, gluing the candle
to the floor. Valoon reached out his right hand and stroked the dog's
head. The dog wined and stopped scratching the rock. It cocked its head
to the side and looked at Valoon curiously.
" What happened to you?" Asked Valoon, almost expecting the poor
thing to answer.
Valoon pulled his cloak tightly around him; this cold was almost
unbearable. Snow covered the mountain range, making travel very
dangerous, for the week he had been crossing through the mountains
and it would seem that sunlight was a rarity in these parts. Throughout
the entire trip thus far he had gotten hardly any sleep, his head still
hurt from the bump he had received from his recent endeavor, killing
the evil Shabranigdo. This had been one eventful month. He had
destroyed an evil Demon and a dragon too, he had even had enough time
to loose the object of his desire twice.
Sure it had been depressing to find out that his "beloved" was really
of the male side of the species but that didn't matter to him. He may
have had to part ways with her, ehhem him for a while, but he was
still a warrior with a pet shop to start, and nothing, nothing
in the world was going to stop him.
Not even the gods themselves could ruin his dreams. He would
scale this mountain range and make his way to Seyruun. There he would
start a pet shop. It would consist of two stories, and the floors would
be made of black and white marble tiles. The double doors would open
inward and the store's name would be printed above it in bold, red
letters. The outside walls of the building would be made of red brick
and would have a window on either side of the doors. The wall on the
inside would be painted a bright yellow sort of color with hard wood
shelves built into them.
The cash register would be mounted on a oak
table in the back right corner of the building, where the customers
could find the manager, Valoon, at all times, ready and willing to help
them out with an question or task they may have for him. In the left
corner there would be a staircase leading to the second floor, where
pet food, liter boxes, kennels and things like that could be found.
People would come world round to see his cute fuzzy
animals, little puppies and kitties would be distributed amongst the
general public. By cupping his hand by his ear he could almost hear a
faint "meow" and the pleasant singing of canaries in the distance. With
his own sweat and blood, Valoon would forge a world of pet lovers.
With the help of Seyruun's white magic, he would create a cure for
those unfortunate individuals that were allergic to animal fur.
Valoon shivered then began to rub his hands together, trying
to keep them warm. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't
realized that wind had picked up. He would need to take shelter soon,
by the looks of it there was a storm on its way. The smell in the air
slightly reminded him of the smell of rain. Normally he would welcome
the smell, he liked a summer shower as much as the bisexual demon slaying hero.
There was only two problems, one- it wasn't summer here, two- it was
likely that it would be a thunderstorm. He sped up, feeling a solitary
raindrop hit his nose.
Minutes later, he sighted a cave just ahead of him," Prefect!"
He said, breaking into a run.
Inside the cave, it wasn't much better. The sun had set and
it was even colder now, and there was no wood to build a fire with.
The other problem was that it was far to dark to see his hand in
front of his face much less other things that may have been living in
there.
" I guess it's a good thing it didn't rain after all." he said
to himself, beginning to get a little lonely. Suddenly, as if on cue,
it began to down pour. Valoon shrugged and pulled a Slim Jim out of his
pocket. He began chewing on it happily, he didn't seem to notice that
rainwater had started flowing down into the cave. The trickling of
water echoed through the cave, which annoyed a family of bats that flew
out of the cave, making a lot of noise. They didn't seem to bother Valoon
much, in fact, he just kept on smiling as if he hadn't noticed them.
Hours later, after Valoon had laid himself to sleep and was now
emitting a peaceful yet incredibly annoying snore. His rest was disturbed
by a faint scratching noise, coming from deeper in the cave. He jerked awake
startled by the sound. Getting to his feet and digging in his pockets he
finally found a candle and a pack of matches. Striking a match he lit his
candle and slowly made his way into the cave.
After a few minutes of following the sound the spotted a gray dog
leaning against the wall scratching the floor with an injured paw. Sitting
down next to the dog, Valoon set the candle on the floor carefully, a
little bit of wax spilling onto the hard rock surface, gluing the candle
to the floor. Valoon reached out his right hand and stroked the dog's
head. The dog wined and stopped scratching the rock. It cocked its head
to the side and looked at Valoon curiously.
" What happened to you?" Asked Valoon, almost expecting the poor
thing to answer.
