Femur
Femur, Emperor of Bone, sat gloomily in a cell. What he was doing here, he had no idea. Jade, who had been just sitting opposite of his cell had been taken away. It seemed she had been away for a long time already-far too long.
Eh, what the heck, she's a warrior! The captain of the Guards, in fact. She can take care of herself.... Poor Jade, maybe she's being tortured! Man, I gotta get myself outta here-I know I'll be next!
Alright, alright, calm down, Femur, just calm down! No one's gonna kill you.
He let out a long sigh, shoulder slouching now.
Poor Palin, I'd bet he's as bored as I am. I'd bet he's thinking what I'm thinking; that he's worried about me and Jade. Hey, wait a minute... poor me! What am I going to tell Cryos if Palin winds up dead? And Graveheart... what if Jade's dead? And what am I gonna offer the big-shot leader of this rock in exchange for my life? Planet Bone...? Nah, too big. Besides, where would I live then? Think, Femur, think!
Aw man, this cell is drivin' me nuts. I've gotta get out of here...!
Springing from his seat, he hustled to the bars, gripped them, and shook them for all he was worth. Then he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Someone get me out of here! If I'm in here for a minute longer, you're all going to be very sorry.... Can anyone here me?!"
To his surprise, he heard the pounding of heavy boots approaching his cell. Finally, he thought, it's about time I got my demands answered.
Four bone warriors, all at least three times his height appeared in front of his cell. Femur had to strain his neck just to look at their masked faces. He gulped with fear, wondering if he had bit more off than he could chew.
"You have been summoned to see our leader," said the deep-voice of the warrior.
Femur flashed a nervous grin as the guard unlocked the cell. Then, as grandeur as he could manage, the Emperor of Bone allowed himself to be guided to meet the leader of the Prison Planet.
Note to Readers - This is one of my latest fanfic. I started drafting the story June 17, 1999 for an english journal project and began "computerizing" it in on February 5, 2000. Ever since then I have been working on it off and on to get the rest of the other written stuff into type. I am sorry to say that it will take awhile for me to do this. If you would like to bug me for any reason please feel free to email me ^_^
Femur, Emperor of Bone, sat gloomily in a cell. What he was doing here, he had no idea. Jade, who had been just sitting opposite of his cell had been taken away. It seemed she had been away for a long time already-far too long.
Eh, what the heck, she's a warrior! The captain of the Guards, in fact. She can take care of herself.... Poor Jade, maybe she's being tortured! Man, I gotta get myself outta here-I know I'll be next!
Alright, alright, calm down, Femur, just calm down! No one's gonna kill you.
He let out a long sigh, shoulder slouching now.
Poor Palin, I'd bet he's as bored as I am. I'd bet he's thinking what I'm thinking; that he's worried about me and Jade. Hey, wait a minute... poor me! What am I going to tell Cryos if Palin winds up dead? And Graveheart... what if Jade's dead? And what am I gonna offer the big-shot leader of this rock in exchange for my life? Planet Bone...? Nah, too big. Besides, where would I live then? Think, Femur, think!
Aw man, this cell is drivin' me nuts. I've gotta get out of here...!
Springing from his seat, he hustled to the bars, gripped them, and shook them for all he was worth. Then he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Someone get me out of here! If I'm in here for a minute longer, you're all going to be very sorry.... Can anyone here me?!"
To his surprise, he heard the pounding of heavy boots approaching his cell. Finally, he thought, it's about time I got my demands answered.
Four bone warriors, all at least three times his height appeared in front of his cell. Femur had to strain his neck just to look at their masked faces. He gulped with fear, wondering if he had bit more off than he could chew.
"You have been summoned to see our leader," said the deep-voice of the warrior.
Femur flashed a nervous grin as the guard unlocked the cell. Then, as grandeur as he could manage, the Emperor of Bone allowed himself to be guided to meet the leader of the Prison Planet.
Note to Readers - This is one of my latest fanfic. I started drafting the story June 17, 1999 for an english journal project and began "computerizing" it in on February 5, 2000. Ever since then I have been working on it off and on to get the rest of the other written stuff into type. I am sorry to say that it will take awhile for me to do this. If you would like to bug me for any reason please feel free to email me ^_^