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A/N: Welcome back Gentle Readers! And a great big 'ole thanks to Rask for stickin' up for my calling the Falcon and Falcon.
Chapter Eleven: An Enemy's Fears
Death Raventooth surveyed all that he held sway over; his keen eyes caught a glimpse of the far off sea and he smiled wickedly at the thought of Destruction's cruelty running free and unchecked. I wonder if any hares still live, he thought idly as he turned from the window of the bell tower. Of course it was impossible for the sinister wolf to know that his Second had long since flown past the Dark Forest Gates to face the judgments of those he wronged. He also had no idea that leagues away a silver-gray cat, bearing both the vengeance of many and the Sword of Martin, was watching the tip of the Abbey bell tower; almost as though she could see him. No, the arrogant wolf knew none of this. He moved down from the tower with the assured swagger of one who knew they were unchallenged. He should've known better.
Sheede continued to stare at the Tower until it was lost to the dark night. She would've continued staring if Phillet hadn't called over, "I say Marm, he's not going to keel over simply because you're gawpin' up at the tower." She turned slowly to face the hare who sat across the fire from her; Phillet felt the fur on the back of his neck rise as she turned her flame lit eyes to meet his. She looked like vengeance incarnate as the flames sparkled darkly off of her gauntlets and the tips of her teeth, which peeked out from her lip; her silvery fur melded seamlessly with the shadows around her. He couldn't help but feel like he was staring to the eyes of Death herself.
Finally she blinked, "I suppose you're right young warrior. It is silly for me to waste my energy in futile pursuits," she answered softly; Phillet gasped as he felt his heart start to beat again. The cat smiled knowingly, "Get your sleep Phillet; I'll watch first. Tomorrow will be a hard day." With those words Phillet suddenly felt as though he were in the safest place possible; this cat is so unpredictable, he thought with wonder as he fell quickly to sleep.
Phillet was not the only one to find sleep easily; Death sank happily into his massive oak bed. He closed his eyes and drifted away; and then he dreamed. He found himself standing out in the orchard of his beautiful castle; he looked around in satisfaction. It was then that he began to notice how very dark all the shadows were; and how he was completely alone. Then he heard the voice, "Death Raventooth! You have called down vengeance and now she comes quickly!" the wolf looked around searching for the speaker.
Soon he saw an armored mouse further down the path from him, "If you would challenge me mouse then step forward!" he called defiantly. Suddenly the mouse vanished into the approaching shadows; despite his arrogant nature he felt his hackles rise when he next heard the mouse's voice.
"You're words are useless now! There, look upon your doom!" the words and voice came from everywhere; they consumed him. As the last of the words died away the shadows before him shifted and moved. And then before him was a lithe wildcat with fire in her eyes who seemed to flow in and out of the shadows as if she were one with them. She wore shimmering metal gauntlets; the shine they threw off seemed to be laughing wickedly at his fear. But it was what the cat held in her hands is what froze his blood, it was the sword that he had thrown over the walls of his castle seasons ago. It was far from the tarnished, dull, letter opener that he remembered, now it shown with a menacing glint. He could see his own trembling face reflected in the silver blade. And beyond that his eyes fell on the hardened expression of the wildcat.
Suddenly she spoke and it took every shred of the wolf's strength to not fall to his knees, "I see you Death, in this dream, as clearly as you see me. Look upon my face and remember it well for it will be the signal of your end. I and my people had seen Destruction's end and now I am coming for you wolf. Nothing will stop me from destroying you utterly," her voice was perfectly calm and smooth and that chilled Death to the bone. Wild, mad enemies could be easily dealt with but cool, thoughtful enemies were the one's you couldn't escape.
Death awoke with a cry and sat straight up in his bed and simply stared at the opposite wall for a long time. Then in a sudden flash of movement he jumped up and ran back up to the bell tower and stared intently back out toward the sea. Destruction was defeated? Impossible, he thought desperately. He tried to scan the forest through the darkness as though it were possible to see the cat; looking across the tower he could see the rosy line of dawn snake across the horizon. He took a deep breath and swallowed down his fears; soon he was ready to play the role of the fearless ruler once again.
Sheede woke quickly and cast her eyes back over to the bell tower that was barely visibly in the morning haze. I know you are there wolf, she thought to it with disdain, and soon I will be coming. And then, in the practiced detachment that had helped her to survive she turned back to smile at the eating hare who hadn't been able to wait an instant longer.
A/N: Yeah, it's another short one but it's something right? Review or I'll be forced to send out the taco-starved weasels!!
A/N: Welcome back Gentle Readers! And a great big 'ole thanks to Rask for stickin' up for my calling the Falcon and Falcon.
Chapter Eleven: An Enemy's Fears
Death Raventooth surveyed all that he held sway over; his keen eyes caught a glimpse of the far off sea and he smiled wickedly at the thought of Destruction's cruelty running free and unchecked. I wonder if any hares still live, he thought idly as he turned from the window of the bell tower. Of course it was impossible for the sinister wolf to know that his Second had long since flown past the Dark Forest Gates to face the judgments of those he wronged. He also had no idea that leagues away a silver-gray cat, bearing both the vengeance of many and the Sword of Martin, was watching the tip of the Abbey bell tower; almost as though she could see him. No, the arrogant wolf knew none of this. He moved down from the tower with the assured swagger of one who knew they were unchallenged. He should've known better.
Sheede continued to stare at the Tower until it was lost to the dark night. She would've continued staring if Phillet hadn't called over, "I say Marm, he's not going to keel over simply because you're gawpin' up at the tower." She turned slowly to face the hare who sat across the fire from her; Phillet felt the fur on the back of his neck rise as she turned her flame lit eyes to meet his. She looked like vengeance incarnate as the flames sparkled darkly off of her gauntlets and the tips of her teeth, which peeked out from her lip; her silvery fur melded seamlessly with the shadows around her. He couldn't help but feel like he was staring to the eyes of Death herself.
Finally she blinked, "I suppose you're right young warrior. It is silly for me to waste my energy in futile pursuits," she answered softly; Phillet gasped as he felt his heart start to beat again. The cat smiled knowingly, "Get your sleep Phillet; I'll watch first. Tomorrow will be a hard day." With those words Phillet suddenly felt as though he were in the safest place possible; this cat is so unpredictable, he thought with wonder as he fell quickly to sleep.
Phillet was not the only one to find sleep easily; Death sank happily into his massive oak bed. He closed his eyes and drifted away; and then he dreamed. He found himself standing out in the orchard of his beautiful castle; he looked around in satisfaction. It was then that he began to notice how very dark all the shadows were; and how he was completely alone. Then he heard the voice, "Death Raventooth! You have called down vengeance and now she comes quickly!" the wolf looked around searching for the speaker.
Soon he saw an armored mouse further down the path from him, "If you would challenge me mouse then step forward!" he called defiantly. Suddenly the mouse vanished into the approaching shadows; despite his arrogant nature he felt his hackles rise when he next heard the mouse's voice.
"You're words are useless now! There, look upon your doom!" the words and voice came from everywhere; they consumed him. As the last of the words died away the shadows before him shifted and moved. And then before him was a lithe wildcat with fire in her eyes who seemed to flow in and out of the shadows as if she were one with them. She wore shimmering metal gauntlets; the shine they threw off seemed to be laughing wickedly at his fear. But it was what the cat held in her hands is what froze his blood, it was the sword that he had thrown over the walls of his castle seasons ago. It was far from the tarnished, dull, letter opener that he remembered, now it shown with a menacing glint. He could see his own trembling face reflected in the silver blade. And beyond that his eyes fell on the hardened expression of the wildcat.
Suddenly she spoke and it took every shred of the wolf's strength to not fall to his knees, "I see you Death, in this dream, as clearly as you see me. Look upon my face and remember it well for it will be the signal of your end. I and my people had seen Destruction's end and now I am coming for you wolf. Nothing will stop me from destroying you utterly," her voice was perfectly calm and smooth and that chilled Death to the bone. Wild, mad enemies could be easily dealt with but cool, thoughtful enemies were the one's you couldn't escape.
Death awoke with a cry and sat straight up in his bed and simply stared at the opposite wall for a long time. Then in a sudden flash of movement he jumped up and ran back up to the bell tower and stared intently back out toward the sea. Destruction was defeated? Impossible, he thought desperately. He tried to scan the forest through the darkness as though it were possible to see the cat; looking across the tower he could see the rosy line of dawn snake across the horizon. He took a deep breath and swallowed down his fears; soon he was ready to play the role of the fearless ruler once again.
Sheede woke quickly and cast her eyes back over to the bell tower that was barely visibly in the morning haze. I know you are there wolf, she thought to it with disdain, and soon I will be coming. And then, in the practiced detachment that had helped her to survive she turned back to smile at the eating hare who hadn't been able to wait an instant longer.
A/N: Yeah, it's another short one but it's something right? Review or I'll be forced to send out the taco-starved weasels!!