Disclaimer: O.k. we all know what I don't own so everything else is mine.
A/N: I'm sorry it took so long but I'm lazy so there. Plus it was Christmas.and Chanukah..and Ramadan..
Chapter One continued.
Sheede and Tyril were prowling around the port, seeking out the meager bargains in the sea of over-priced junk, when Tyril raised his snout and sniffed deeply. He turned to his captain,
"You smell that?" he asked softly. Sheede inhaled and thought before answering.
"There's smoke on the breeze;" she replied" how well do you trust our luck?" Tyril shook his head gravely and turned back to the pier with Sheede on his heels. Before they got three paces they were intercepted by a young otter-maid named Blue-eye.
"Oh it's horrible marm! They've destroyed the ship! Hurry!"
When Sheede saw what remained of her ship she stopped dead and simply stared; When Tyril finally caught up to her he ran into her back before his own jaw dropped. They were brought out of their disbelief by the arrival of the boson of the late 'Silvercat's Claws'; he was a short gray rat called Roke. He saluted smartly before saying,
"Ship's lost Capt'n, it burned too quickly, we managed to save nearly all the supplies, and I'm happy too report that there were no casualties." Both the cat and fox heaved a sigh of relief at that; Sheede suddenly shook her head and returned to the role of the fearless captain saying,
"Roke, Blue-eye, go gather the crew and the supplies and go find shelter." Both creatures ran off to obey their captain; Sheede turned to Tyril growling,
"Common Tyril, let's go visit that wolf." The fox fought down shivers at the hard, steely glint in his captain's eye. Together they trotted off through the crowds and away to the shadowy bulk of Salamandastron.
Destruction couldn't help but snicker as he saw the column of smoke that rose above the port. Frag, however, couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the force that was going to come crashing down upon them. Soon there were noises that could be heard creeping up through the hallways; after a few minutes Frag could tell that he was hearing shouts and cries and he shuddered harder. Destruction however, he barely took notice of the fact that his entire fortress guard had been thwarted by only two creatures. Finally the great doors were thrown open and there stood the two greatest enemies that Destruction would ever know. First there was the cat, and there was no doubt as to why she had acquired her name "Silvercat"; because her gray fur glistened like wet steel. And it melded with her sharpened gauntlets almost too well. To her right stood a sinewy, red fox with countless throwing knives hung across his chest; and across his back were strapped two long swords. Both of the creatures before him were the stuff of a villain's nightmare. But Destruction had known far too many seasons of checked rule to know when he should be intimidated. The two opposing forces advanced across the great room's stone floors until they met in the middle. He bowed low before the cat saying,
"Welcome Sheede Silvercat." He failed to notice the look that passed between the two warriors. Before the wolf could rise Sheede suddenly reached out and tore the golden earring from his ear. Destruction howled in pain and backed away; when he looked up the cat and fox were heading out the door. And as they turned the corner out of sight Sheede called back saying,
"You should've just said that the tribute wasn't good enough we might've worked something out!" And thus the great ruler of Salamandastron was left with nothing but a tear in his ear and a murderous rage. From off in the shadows two hares chuckled softly; one nudged the other whispering,
"I say Phillet, it's about time that the old blighter finally got a bit of his own, wot wot?" Phillet could only nod in reply.
When Sheede and Tyril finally caught up with the crew it was well in to the evening; this was because the crew had camped far out in the sanctuary of the sand dunes. Sheede and Tyril sat quietly on the beach and stared out over the starry sea. Tyril chuckled despite himself,
"You said you'd get that earring back Capt'n and so you did!" he told her. Sheede smiled slightly before answering softly,
"Aye, but at what cost?" she turned to her loyal first mate, "I've started a war Tyril; it won't end until either the wolf or I am dead. I don't expect you or the men to suffer through this because of my silly temper tantrum." Tyril snorted and replied,
"Then you expect far too little of us. I saw the slaves too you know." And without another word he promptly left to go inform the crew about what was happening. Every single member of the crew, from captain to cabin beast, had been a slave at one time; and while they could stand for piracy and the violence therein not a single one would allow slavery while they still had breath. Behind her a mighty roar rose from her crew and Sheede smiled again. The war for Slamandastron had begun!
A/N: I'm sorry it took so long but I'm lazy so there. Plus it was Christmas.and Chanukah..and Ramadan..
Chapter One continued.
Sheede and Tyril were prowling around the port, seeking out the meager bargains in the sea of over-priced junk, when Tyril raised his snout and sniffed deeply. He turned to his captain,
"You smell that?" he asked softly. Sheede inhaled and thought before answering.
"There's smoke on the breeze;" she replied" how well do you trust our luck?" Tyril shook his head gravely and turned back to the pier with Sheede on his heels. Before they got three paces they were intercepted by a young otter-maid named Blue-eye.
"Oh it's horrible marm! They've destroyed the ship! Hurry!"
When Sheede saw what remained of her ship she stopped dead and simply stared; When Tyril finally caught up to her he ran into her back before his own jaw dropped. They were brought out of their disbelief by the arrival of the boson of the late 'Silvercat's Claws'; he was a short gray rat called Roke. He saluted smartly before saying,
"Ship's lost Capt'n, it burned too quickly, we managed to save nearly all the supplies, and I'm happy too report that there were no casualties." Both the cat and fox heaved a sigh of relief at that; Sheede suddenly shook her head and returned to the role of the fearless captain saying,
"Roke, Blue-eye, go gather the crew and the supplies and go find shelter." Both creatures ran off to obey their captain; Sheede turned to Tyril growling,
"Common Tyril, let's go visit that wolf." The fox fought down shivers at the hard, steely glint in his captain's eye. Together they trotted off through the crowds and away to the shadowy bulk of Salamandastron.
Destruction couldn't help but snicker as he saw the column of smoke that rose above the port. Frag, however, couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the force that was going to come crashing down upon them. Soon there were noises that could be heard creeping up through the hallways; after a few minutes Frag could tell that he was hearing shouts and cries and he shuddered harder. Destruction however, he barely took notice of the fact that his entire fortress guard had been thwarted by only two creatures. Finally the great doors were thrown open and there stood the two greatest enemies that Destruction would ever know. First there was the cat, and there was no doubt as to why she had acquired her name "Silvercat"; because her gray fur glistened like wet steel. And it melded with her sharpened gauntlets almost too well. To her right stood a sinewy, red fox with countless throwing knives hung across his chest; and across his back were strapped two long swords. Both of the creatures before him were the stuff of a villain's nightmare. But Destruction had known far too many seasons of checked rule to know when he should be intimidated. The two opposing forces advanced across the great room's stone floors until they met in the middle. He bowed low before the cat saying,
"Welcome Sheede Silvercat." He failed to notice the look that passed between the two warriors. Before the wolf could rise Sheede suddenly reached out and tore the golden earring from his ear. Destruction howled in pain and backed away; when he looked up the cat and fox were heading out the door. And as they turned the corner out of sight Sheede called back saying,
"You should've just said that the tribute wasn't good enough we might've worked something out!" And thus the great ruler of Salamandastron was left with nothing but a tear in his ear and a murderous rage. From off in the shadows two hares chuckled softly; one nudged the other whispering,
"I say Phillet, it's about time that the old blighter finally got a bit of his own, wot wot?" Phillet could only nod in reply.
When Sheede and Tyril finally caught up with the crew it was well in to the evening; this was because the crew had camped far out in the sanctuary of the sand dunes. Sheede and Tyril sat quietly on the beach and stared out over the starry sea. Tyril chuckled despite himself,
"You said you'd get that earring back Capt'n and so you did!" he told her. Sheede smiled slightly before answering softly,
"Aye, but at what cost?" she turned to her loyal first mate, "I've started a war Tyril; it won't end until either the wolf or I am dead. I don't expect you or the men to suffer through this because of my silly temper tantrum." Tyril snorted and replied,
"Then you expect far too little of us. I saw the slaves too you know." And without another word he promptly left to go inform the crew about what was happening. Every single member of the crew, from captain to cabin beast, had been a slave at one time; and while they could stand for piracy and the violence therein not a single one would allow slavery while they still had breath. Behind her a mighty roar rose from her crew and Sheede smiled again. The war for Slamandastron had begun!