A/N: I own nothing in here except for the ones I DO own. Trigun, and all
related suchness belong to Yasuhiro Nightow. Ok, done with that, lemme tell
you that I have seen all the episodes, but only understood up to episode 10
^-^; because all the rest are in Japanese. I couldn't get my hands on the
dubs.
Dry Planet
~Burns~
Meryl was having a difficult time to ride her tomas with a numb leg and pajamas. Milly and her steed were ahead. Both girls kept an eye on the floating Knives that hovered above a sand dune not far from the house. Her leg was beginning to thaw out in the warm night air. Pain struck her, she gritted her teeth. The bullet inside of her calf had melted, and now her leg was searing with pain. Suddenly, a yelp of surprise was heard as Knives fell from the air upside down and onto the dune, which sucked him into its sandiness. Milly urged her tomas faster, Meryl did so to, but wincing as her steed bobbed up in down in the long strides. Blood that was frozen leaked out from her wound, and down her leg in tiny streams and sprayed out into the air as she zoomed on.
Milly reached him first, got down from her tomas and ran up the slippery dune. After several tries, her tomas gave a snort and trotted up to his mistress. He lowered his long, hard head and walked between her legs from behind, scooping her up onto his back. Milly gasped in surprise. The tomas snorted again, shook his mane and scaled up the dune with 3 long strides, his broad feet doing their magic. Meryl's tomas followed, and blinked as two legs stuck out of the sandy hill. They both kicked frantically, and the tomases pranced out of their way. Milly grabbed one of the flailing legs at the ankle with one hand, the other with her other hand. Meryl rode around and took hold of the tomas's reins. She backed up her own steed, leading Milly's with her. Milly wrapped her strong legs around the creature's broad chest and pulled at the legs. The tomas, understanding what's happening, helped his rider by digging his strong legs into the sand and pushed it hard. Then the dune gave up its living food and Knives was pulled from the ground, gasping for breath. The tomas stumbled a bit, and shook his mane, snorting. Milly got down, sinking a few inches into the sand, and kneeled by Knives.
"How is he?" Meryl asked, biting her lip afterwards. She adjusted her tomas so her bleeding leg is hidden from view.
"Ok, I think." Milly blinked. Knives coughed. The tall woman used her sleeve to wipe sand from his eyes, nose, and lips. Meryl tossed Milly a canteen sealed with wax from a pouch in the tomas's saddle.
"Emergency water. Use it on Knives." She looked over at the house. It was a nice cozy little cottage. They found it abandoned, just on the outskirts of the town. Through the windows she saw flares of blues and reds. A scream. More flashes. Then, it all went red. Screams of the girl reached even to them. Meryl shivered. Nothing. Nothing was flashing. Nothing but smoke. It was all quiet.
"I'm going." Meryl flicked the reins, and her tomas was off. Milly looked puzzled at Meryl, then at Knives.
Vash let go of the flamethrower stiffly. The empty canister, the labels on it charred from it's own heat, fell to the blackened floor with a dull clunk. The humanoid typhoon was covered with sweat, his nose and cheeks burnt raw. Tips of his brow and his haired singed to a crisp. His free hand, the one covering his mouth, was just beginning to feel pain. His palm was black and raw from holding the nozzle. The inside edges of his thumb and index finger was covered with soot and was bleeding; the skin has been burnt away. The gales from the girl cleared the air somewhat, and he was gasping for fresher air, wincing every deep intake. His left side, where the canister had rest, received the same fate as his palm. The pajamas in that area had turned into smoke; the fringe of the hole was outlined by thick black. The inside of his left arm and hand was the same as his side. His eyes stung from the sudden dryness in them.
"Vash!"
It was faint, but it was there. The roar of the flame had left him temporary semi-deaf. He glanced up, wincing, at the door. The door had a dent where the flame had touched, burning away the wood. Then he saw it tilt forward, its hinges melted into streams of metal down the wall. Soot and other particles rose into the air as the door fell to the floor. Fresh, cool air surged in, the smokiness being pushed out the door. A silhouette of a person on a tomas stood there. Vash blinked painfully against the light. He looked again, the silhouette disappearing. The white head of the tomas appeared first, and then it's lanky legs. Then a wolf with black fur appeared, sitting on the tomas. Light bounced off its silky fur, making it seem like dark purple. Its blue-gray eyes peered at him. Vash blinked, and the wolf was gone.
"Vash!" the tomas trotted for him, Meryl looking down worriedly at him. She quickly dismounted, not caring that flashes of her high thigh was visible, and kneeled down on her wounded leg, so he wouldn't see. She took his right arm, slung it over her shoulder, and tried to stand, but his weight was too much. Vash tried to stand too, but he couldn't move a thing. He feels as if he was paralyzed. Thinking quickly, Meryl grabbed the reins for her tomas, and pulled the creature to her lie-down position. After many puffing and huffing, she managed to get him over her tomas. Making sure he wouldn't fall, she stood, and her tomas stood too. She limped quickly to the door, leading her steed.
The warm-colored fingers of dawn reached above the horizon, giving the morning a safe feeling. But Meryl Strife ignored all this. About halfway to the town, her wounded leg gave away.
"Hwaaaaang!" the tomas cried as her head was pulled down. Meryl released the reins, wincing, gritting her teeth. She patted the tomas's muzzle, and gently as she can, pushed it so the creature faced the town.
"Go there." She said slowly, slapped the tomas's thigh. The animal went at a soft canter, giving a cry of obedience to Meryl. The woman watched her steed and Vash go, holding onto her leg. She ran a free hand through her sweat-matted hair. Then she got into a sitting position. She was on the side of a small hill, the side that faces away from the town. Ever since the well, the town and it's surrounding area has slowly becoming lushes. Lying down on her side on the soft carpet of grass, she sighed. The sun was halfway from completely rising; it's warm gentle rays created a blanket of warmth around the wounded woman. She curled up, her bleeding leg facing the sky, and her eyelids were slowly closing, growing heavy with sleep every second. Soon, her pain was forgotten as sleep overtook her.
Milly was worried and puzzled. She had heard screams. Terrible screams. Then her best friend rode off to the house. Milly never liked being alone. Especially from Meryl. When at work, there were friends all around her, and they make up for Meryl. Now there is only one friend and her tomas. Why did she leave me? Why did she have to go to those ugly screams? Please, Wolfwood…let her be ok.
Knives sat in silence, thinking hard. Milly pulled on the reins gently, taking a left. Knives was sitting behind Milly. The extra weight was nothing for the tomas. He trotted along, swishing his tail in beat with a tune in his head, happy to be finally going home and sleep. Then the house came to view. There it stood unchanged with the exception of the door. But it has lost its coziness. The human and non-human dismounted, and walked into the house, stepping on the falling door. The brunette's eyes were wide and filled with horror as they saw at the living room. The floor was charred to ashes the walls scorched thin. The couch was barbequed to its metal skeleton, and even that melted. Everything in the living room had been run through extreme heat. Milly's eyes began to water. She loved this room. So many memories…burnt away like the pictures in here…she began to cry, lowering herself to the ground, and she sobbed harder as she remembered a piece of cloth she kept in a jar was in this room. The cloth was from the cloth that wrapped the Cross Punisher.
Knives looked down at Milly, astonished. He had never seen a human cry. Over his long life, never seen or heard, just know. He's the one that makes them cry, though never heard it. Now, listening to the mournful sobs, the way sadness and horror dripped from the sounds, it made him feel guilty. The crying shook his heart and it made him sad. He kneeled down besides her, not knowing what to do. He patted her shoulder gingerly and, to Knives's surprised, she threw herself onto him, using his shoulder. Blinking, Knives patted her back, and then hugged her. Knives stayed the embrace, taking in the new and strange feelings. It made Knives feel protective as Milly trembled within his arms. Milly's sobs lessened, and looked up at Knives, her face tear-stained and her nose red. Her cheeks had a slight flush. Knives looked down at her, blinking.
"Do you feel better now?" he asked.
"Y-yes… a lot better…" she managed to gasp, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Thank you…."
"That's good, now come on, let's go locate the other two." He stood, and helped Milly up.
"RAAAAAA!!" the screech echoed off the icy peaks that hung upside-down on the ceiling of an ice cavern. A chandelier of ice particles hung from the center. On the snow covered floor is a throne of ice upon a hill. A small wingless ice dragon laid curled around the thrown, it's chin resting on its talon-like paws, very much like a dog. The dragon winced as the sound dripping with anger reached his ears. A girl that looked no older than nine sat on the thrown. Her innocently cute face was pulled into an ugly snarl. Her near white blonde hair was braided into a thick loose braid that hung over her shoulder. She was wearing a frilly white dress with blue lace, and a pair of white sandals. Around her head she wore a tiara of icy winds that goes nowhere but around her head. Floating just above her forehead is a diamond of ice encasing a blue rose. She threw her ice goblet at the snow, spilling the near-frozen drink inside it and smashing the cup. She sat back, took deep breathes, calming down. The dragon looked up at his mistress, then to the door, his small ears perked. The blue doors to the cavern swung open, and a young woman about 17 sauntered in. Her black dress hugged every voluptuous curve of her, the heels of the black boots sunk into the powdery snow. Her thigh length black hair bellowed out as she walked. Her thin blue lips were shaped into a smirk. Heavy bangs kept the right side of her face covered. Her deep, black eye had a mischief glint in it. She stopped in front of the thrown, resting a dainty hand on her hip. A halo of light shone around her body, because of her blue, iridescent skin.
"Well, well, my little sister failed her mission.." her silky voice echoed off the walls of the cavern.
"Shut up, Dominique. What do you want?" Monev hissed.
"Oh, nothing. Just to see how my baby sister is handling her fail."
"I'm not a baby!" Monev stood, pointing at Dominique. Blue light shot from her finger tip and towards the older girl. Dominique gasped as the light touched her, instantly turning into an ice statue.
"Hehe, you're too old and slow, big sister." She sat back, smiling, satisfied.
"Hah! You are such a baby, Nevvy!"
"Huh?" the girl turned, and saw her sister's eye peering from above her throne back. Monev's eyes widened. "How did you--?"
"It's a new technique I just learned." She stepped out. "I left an animated clone of me, and I just waltz over here, and all this so fast, that no one can see." She smiled.
"That's very nice, Nicky." Monev knew her sister was telling half the truth. Dominique wasn't that fast, she just used illusion to make herself invisible. "Now leave."
"Oh no, girl, this is just the beginning of why I came in." She began towards Monev.
"Leave!!" her blue eyes were hard as the ice around them, sending shivers down Dominique's spine. The younger girl raised both her hands, orbs of blue gray wind forming. That was when Dominique panicked, and backed away till her back hit the cold doors. Shit! I forgot this was her chamber!! And in her chamber, her powers are limitless!!
"Wait!! I'll g-get to the point!! Captainess Grey told you to report to her at once!" then she turned, open the door, slipped through, and slammed it close.
Sitting back, Monev smiled happily. She and her sister were always at each other's throat. They are half sisters, and grew up together. Monev is always envious of Dominique, with her iridescent blue skin and her natural blue lips. Though Monev is satisfied with her pale complexion, blue is her favorite color. She is also envious of the ever-growing power of her sister's. Monev's wind power is just that. What she has is all she has, for life. Dominique's however, is illusion power, and her power grows in time. One of these days…she thought. Your power won't grow anymore. Giggling happily, she got up from her throne.
"Snowo, come boy." She sang. The little dragon lifted his head, and half slithered half scrambled for his mistress. She petted his smooth, cold head, adding frozen wind to the dragon. Snowo grew in size, and also a pair of bony wings grew from his shoulders. Monev swung her leg over his long, slender neck, resting on top of the wing bases. Twining her tiny hands in the windy mane of the dragon, she giggled again, planning her sister's death. Snowo crouched, into a pouncing stance, and pumped his large wings down, lifting himself and his creator up. He whipped his paddle-like tail, and spiraled upwards, where a hole is located. He flew high, then tucked his wings against his streamline body and dived through the opening into a brightly lit hall. Monev looked down, and saw her sister looking up. She waved at her, giggling insanely when her sister was encased in a block of ice. Who cares if it's fake? This is fun!
Snowo pumped his wings and they glided towards the end of the large hall, where stairs spiral up to the throne room. Once up at the room, Monev felt her powers starting to diminish to the limit line, and she quickly landed her steed, taking back the frozen wind from Snowo till he was in his original size. Then she turned and walked down the gold-rimmed red carpet towards a tall silver throne. Pacing in front of it was Captainess Grey. Her gray furry cape breezed out as she walked. She was wearing gray boots that is padded on the soles, so it makes no sound as she walked. A gray halter kept her loose fitting blouse from exposing her large bosom. Her dreary brown-gray skirt hugged tightly to her slender hips, and gray leopard printed leggings that wrap muscular legs. From the back hem of her skirt is a long black tail, swishing in frustration. Grey the Ninelives stopped her pacing as Monev came forth. Her stormy gray eyes bore a hole through Monev, and her slit pupils filled that hole with poison. Gulping, Monev bowed to the captainess.
"Y-you called, Cap—"
"You've let me down, Gale." Her smooth yet raspy voice cut Monev short. "I had expected more of you. How could you let His Majesty fall into the hands of humans and be taken away of?"
"I—"
"You are a pile of chopped ice upon a stone above fire, Gale." Grey whirled around, her cape hitting Monev on the face. Grey walked towards the Throne, stopping just before making contact with it. "How could you, Gale? How come you have to make it so hard for me, especially since Captain Legato's missing." Taking a deep breath, she faced Monev, her thin black lips pulled thinner. "I have sent Green and his son to search the area you were in. I will give you another chance, Gale, to prove yourself worthy of being a Gun Ho Gun Soldier. If you don't bring back His Majesty, I will personally kill you. Understood?"
"Y-yes, Cap—"
"Stop stuttering, stand straight, and bow when you address the Captainess. I know you are young, Gale, but I will rake your pale skin with my claws if you start whining. Understood?"
"Yes, Captainess!" Monev said, bowing.
"Good." Grey looked away. "Dismiss."
Dry Planet
~Burns~
Meryl was having a difficult time to ride her tomas with a numb leg and pajamas. Milly and her steed were ahead. Both girls kept an eye on the floating Knives that hovered above a sand dune not far from the house. Her leg was beginning to thaw out in the warm night air. Pain struck her, she gritted her teeth. The bullet inside of her calf had melted, and now her leg was searing with pain. Suddenly, a yelp of surprise was heard as Knives fell from the air upside down and onto the dune, which sucked him into its sandiness. Milly urged her tomas faster, Meryl did so to, but wincing as her steed bobbed up in down in the long strides. Blood that was frozen leaked out from her wound, and down her leg in tiny streams and sprayed out into the air as she zoomed on.
Milly reached him first, got down from her tomas and ran up the slippery dune. After several tries, her tomas gave a snort and trotted up to his mistress. He lowered his long, hard head and walked between her legs from behind, scooping her up onto his back. Milly gasped in surprise. The tomas snorted again, shook his mane and scaled up the dune with 3 long strides, his broad feet doing their magic. Meryl's tomas followed, and blinked as two legs stuck out of the sandy hill. They both kicked frantically, and the tomases pranced out of their way. Milly grabbed one of the flailing legs at the ankle with one hand, the other with her other hand. Meryl rode around and took hold of the tomas's reins. She backed up her own steed, leading Milly's with her. Milly wrapped her strong legs around the creature's broad chest and pulled at the legs. The tomas, understanding what's happening, helped his rider by digging his strong legs into the sand and pushed it hard. Then the dune gave up its living food and Knives was pulled from the ground, gasping for breath. The tomas stumbled a bit, and shook his mane, snorting. Milly got down, sinking a few inches into the sand, and kneeled by Knives.
"How is he?" Meryl asked, biting her lip afterwards. She adjusted her tomas so her bleeding leg is hidden from view.
"Ok, I think." Milly blinked. Knives coughed. The tall woman used her sleeve to wipe sand from his eyes, nose, and lips. Meryl tossed Milly a canteen sealed with wax from a pouch in the tomas's saddle.
"Emergency water. Use it on Knives." She looked over at the house. It was a nice cozy little cottage. They found it abandoned, just on the outskirts of the town. Through the windows she saw flares of blues and reds. A scream. More flashes. Then, it all went red. Screams of the girl reached even to them. Meryl shivered. Nothing. Nothing was flashing. Nothing but smoke. It was all quiet.
"I'm going." Meryl flicked the reins, and her tomas was off. Milly looked puzzled at Meryl, then at Knives.
Vash let go of the flamethrower stiffly. The empty canister, the labels on it charred from it's own heat, fell to the blackened floor with a dull clunk. The humanoid typhoon was covered with sweat, his nose and cheeks burnt raw. Tips of his brow and his haired singed to a crisp. His free hand, the one covering his mouth, was just beginning to feel pain. His palm was black and raw from holding the nozzle. The inside edges of his thumb and index finger was covered with soot and was bleeding; the skin has been burnt away. The gales from the girl cleared the air somewhat, and he was gasping for fresher air, wincing every deep intake. His left side, where the canister had rest, received the same fate as his palm. The pajamas in that area had turned into smoke; the fringe of the hole was outlined by thick black. The inside of his left arm and hand was the same as his side. His eyes stung from the sudden dryness in them.
"Vash!"
It was faint, but it was there. The roar of the flame had left him temporary semi-deaf. He glanced up, wincing, at the door. The door had a dent where the flame had touched, burning away the wood. Then he saw it tilt forward, its hinges melted into streams of metal down the wall. Soot and other particles rose into the air as the door fell to the floor. Fresh, cool air surged in, the smokiness being pushed out the door. A silhouette of a person on a tomas stood there. Vash blinked painfully against the light. He looked again, the silhouette disappearing. The white head of the tomas appeared first, and then it's lanky legs. Then a wolf with black fur appeared, sitting on the tomas. Light bounced off its silky fur, making it seem like dark purple. Its blue-gray eyes peered at him. Vash blinked, and the wolf was gone.
"Vash!" the tomas trotted for him, Meryl looking down worriedly at him. She quickly dismounted, not caring that flashes of her high thigh was visible, and kneeled down on her wounded leg, so he wouldn't see. She took his right arm, slung it over her shoulder, and tried to stand, but his weight was too much. Vash tried to stand too, but he couldn't move a thing. He feels as if he was paralyzed. Thinking quickly, Meryl grabbed the reins for her tomas, and pulled the creature to her lie-down position. After many puffing and huffing, she managed to get him over her tomas. Making sure he wouldn't fall, she stood, and her tomas stood too. She limped quickly to the door, leading her steed.
The warm-colored fingers of dawn reached above the horizon, giving the morning a safe feeling. But Meryl Strife ignored all this. About halfway to the town, her wounded leg gave away.
"Hwaaaaang!" the tomas cried as her head was pulled down. Meryl released the reins, wincing, gritting her teeth. She patted the tomas's muzzle, and gently as she can, pushed it so the creature faced the town.
"Go there." She said slowly, slapped the tomas's thigh. The animal went at a soft canter, giving a cry of obedience to Meryl. The woman watched her steed and Vash go, holding onto her leg. She ran a free hand through her sweat-matted hair. Then she got into a sitting position. She was on the side of a small hill, the side that faces away from the town. Ever since the well, the town and it's surrounding area has slowly becoming lushes. Lying down on her side on the soft carpet of grass, she sighed. The sun was halfway from completely rising; it's warm gentle rays created a blanket of warmth around the wounded woman. She curled up, her bleeding leg facing the sky, and her eyelids were slowly closing, growing heavy with sleep every second. Soon, her pain was forgotten as sleep overtook her.
Milly was worried and puzzled. She had heard screams. Terrible screams. Then her best friend rode off to the house. Milly never liked being alone. Especially from Meryl. When at work, there were friends all around her, and they make up for Meryl. Now there is only one friend and her tomas. Why did she leave me? Why did she have to go to those ugly screams? Please, Wolfwood…let her be ok.
Knives sat in silence, thinking hard. Milly pulled on the reins gently, taking a left. Knives was sitting behind Milly. The extra weight was nothing for the tomas. He trotted along, swishing his tail in beat with a tune in his head, happy to be finally going home and sleep. Then the house came to view. There it stood unchanged with the exception of the door. But it has lost its coziness. The human and non-human dismounted, and walked into the house, stepping on the falling door. The brunette's eyes were wide and filled with horror as they saw at the living room. The floor was charred to ashes the walls scorched thin. The couch was barbequed to its metal skeleton, and even that melted. Everything in the living room had been run through extreme heat. Milly's eyes began to water. She loved this room. So many memories…burnt away like the pictures in here…she began to cry, lowering herself to the ground, and she sobbed harder as she remembered a piece of cloth she kept in a jar was in this room. The cloth was from the cloth that wrapped the Cross Punisher.
Knives looked down at Milly, astonished. He had never seen a human cry. Over his long life, never seen or heard, just know. He's the one that makes them cry, though never heard it. Now, listening to the mournful sobs, the way sadness and horror dripped from the sounds, it made him feel guilty. The crying shook his heart and it made him sad. He kneeled down besides her, not knowing what to do. He patted her shoulder gingerly and, to Knives's surprised, she threw herself onto him, using his shoulder. Blinking, Knives patted her back, and then hugged her. Knives stayed the embrace, taking in the new and strange feelings. It made Knives feel protective as Milly trembled within his arms. Milly's sobs lessened, and looked up at Knives, her face tear-stained and her nose red. Her cheeks had a slight flush. Knives looked down at her, blinking.
"Do you feel better now?" he asked.
"Y-yes… a lot better…" she managed to gasp, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Thank you…."
"That's good, now come on, let's go locate the other two." He stood, and helped Milly up.
"RAAAAAA!!" the screech echoed off the icy peaks that hung upside-down on the ceiling of an ice cavern. A chandelier of ice particles hung from the center. On the snow covered floor is a throne of ice upon a hill. A small wingless ice dragon laid curled around the thrown, it's chin resting on its talon-like paws, very much like a dog. The dragon winced as the sound dripping with anger reached his ears. A girl that looked no older than nine sat on the thrown. Her innocently cute face was pulled into an ugly snarl. Her near white blonde hair was braided into a thick loose braid that hung over her shoulder. She was wearing a frilly white dress with blue lace, and a pair of white sandals. Around her head she wore a tiara of icy winds that goes nowhere but around her head. Floating just above her forehead is a diamond of ice encasing a blue rose. She threw her ice goblet at the snow, spilling the near-frozen drink inside it and smashing the cup. She sat back, took deep breathes, calming down. The dragon looked up at his mistress, then to the door, his small ears perked. The blue doors to the cavern swung open, and a young woman about 17 sauntered in. Her black dress hugged every voluptuous curve of her, the heels of the black boots sunk into the powdery snow. Her thigh length black hair bellowed out as she walked. Her thin blue lips were shaped into a smirk. Heavy bangs kept the right side of her face covered. Her deep, black eye had a mischief glint in it. She stopped in front of the thrown, resting a dainty hand on her hip. A halo of light shone around her body, because of her blue, iridescent skin.
"Well, well, my little sister failed her mission.." her silky voice echoed off the walls of the cavern.
"Shut up, Dominique. What do you want?" Monev hissed.
"Oh, nothing. Just to see how my baby sister is handling her fail."
"I'm not a baby!" Monev stood, pointing at Dominique. Blue light shot from her finger tip and towards the older girl. Dominique gasped as the light touched her, instantly turning into an ice statue.
"Hehe, you're too old and slow, big sister." She sat back, smiling, satisfied.
"Hah! You are such a baby, Nevvy!"
"Huh?" the girl turned, and saw her sister's eye peering from above her throne back. Monev's eyes widened. "How did you--?"
"It's a new technique I just learned." She stepped out. "I left an animated clone of me, and I just waltz over here, and all this so fast, that no one can see." She smiled.
"That's very nice, Nicky." Monev knew her sister was telling half the truth. Dominique wasn't that fast, she just used illusion to make herself invisible. "Now leave."
"Oh no, girl, this is just the beginning of why I came in." She began towards Monev.
"Leave!!" her blue eyes were hard as the ice around them, sending shivers down Dominique's spine. The younger girl raised both her hands, orbs of blue gray wind forming. That was when Dominique panicked, and backed away till her back hit the cold doors. Shit! I forgot this was her chamber!! And in her chamber, her powers are limitless!!
"Wait!! I'll g-get to the point!! Captainess Grey told you to report to her at once!" then she turned, open the door, slipped through, and slammed it close.
Sitting back, Monev smiled happily. She and her sister were always at each other's throat. They are half sisters, and grew up together. Monev is always envious of Dominique, with her iridescent blue skin and her natural blue lips. Though Monev is satisfied with her pale complexion, blue is her favorite color. She is also envious of the ever-growing power of her sister's. Monev's wind power is just that. What she has is all she has, for life. Dominique's however, is illusion power, and her power grows in time. One of these days…she thought. Your power won't grow anymore. Giggling happily, she got up from her throne.
"Snowo, come boy." She sang. The little dragon lifted his head, and half slithered half scrambled for his mistress. She petted his smooth, cold head, adding frozen wind to the dragon. Snowo grew in size, and also a pair of bony wings grew from his shoulders. Monev swung her leg over his long, slender neck, resting on top of the wing bases. Twining her tiny hands in the windy mane of the dragon, she giggled again, planning her sister's death. Snowo crouched, into a pouncing stance, and pumped his large wings down, lifting himself and his creator up. He whipped his paddle-like tail, and spiraled upwards, where a hole is located. He flew high, then tucked his wings against his streamline body and dived through the opening into a brightly lit hall. Monev looked down, and saw her sister looking up. She waved at her, giggling insanely when her sister was encased in a block of ice. Who cares if it's fake? This is fun!
Snowo pumped his wings and they glided towards the end of the large hall, where stairs spiral up to the throne room. Once up at the room, Monev felt her powers starting to diminish to the limit line, and she quickly landed her steed, taking back the frozen wind from Snowo till he was in his original size. Then she turned and walked down the gold-rimmed red carpet towards a tall silver throne. Pacing in front of it was Captainess Grey. Her gray furry cape breezed out as she walked. She was wearing gray boots that is padded on the soles, so it makes no sound as she walked. A gray halter kept her loose fitting blouse from exposing her large bosom. Her dreary brown-gray skirt hugged tightly to her slender hips, and gray leopard printed leggings that wrap muscular legs. From the back hem of her skirt is a long black tail, swishing in frustration. Grey the Ninelives stopped her pacing as Monev came forth. Her stormy gray eyes bore a hole through Monev, and her slit pupils filled that hole with poison. Gulping, Monev bowed to the captainess.
"Y-you called, Cap—"
"You've let me down, Gale." Her smooth yet raspy voice cut Monev short. "I had expected more of you. How could you let His Majesty fall into the hands of humans and be taken away of?"
"I—"
"You are a pile of chopped ice upon a stone above fire, Gale." Grey whirled around, her cape hitting Monev on the face. Grey walked towards the Throne, stopping just before making contact with it. "How could you, Gale? How come you have to make it so hard for me, especially since Captain Legato's missing." Taking a deep breath, she faced Monev, her thin black lips pulled thinner. "I have sent Green and his son to search the area you were in. I will give you another chance, Gale, to prove yourself worthy of being a Gun Ho Gun Soldier. If you don't bring back His Majesty, I will personally kill you. Understood?"
"Y-yes, Cap—"
"Stop stuttering, stand straight, and bow when you address the Captainess. I know you are young, Gale, but I will rake your pale skin with my claws if you start whining. Understood?"
"Yes, Captainess!" Monev said, bowing.
"Good." Grey looked away. "Dismiss."