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Introduction: I wrote this because if I continued on my other story, then things will get a lot less action-y. Everything is different, well, almost everything. Erm. History changed because some weird dude messed with a time machine. Yeah.
"Wow, this is a long hike," Fox panted, trudging through brush and grass. Krystal nodded in front.
"Yeah, but don't worry, the shades of the trees yonder would make you a bit cooler. But I don't really think we'll reach the woods until tomorrow noon," Krystal said, snapping a string of grass and started chewing. Fox was chewing on the one from the morning, and it gave his mouth a strange, refreshed feeling.
"Slow down!" Peppy called, a quarter of a mile behind. Fox took the wonderful excuse and sat down in a clearing of shorter grass. Krystal did likewise.
"Dinnertime?" She asked, pulling out the bacon from the cooking this morning. Fox gratefully accepted and chewed on the hard piece of meat.
"Is there anywhere I can cool off in?" Fox asked, pulling his sweaty jumpsuit from his fur. Krystal pointed at the river, which they have been following for a few miles. The going was easy, but non-stop thanks to the Queen. The cliff had grown gradually shorter, and now Fox was able to jump down the ledge and climb up with ease.
"Yeah, and leave me with the fire building," Krystal called after him sarcastically. Peppy caught up a moment later and collapsed on the grass.
"I need water," he rasped. Krystal rolled her eyes and pointed again at the river, where Fox was already swimming in his jumpsuit, washing the smelly sweat and dirt off of him. Peppy dived in after him. Krystal watched with interest at Fox and Peppy's game of splashing as she gathered dry reeds and branches nearby.
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Mental journal, Queen Krystal, in the Month of Planting, 14th day, 67th year of the Fisher line, 7:23 PM:
Those two are so playful, and so young. It really reminds me of the children who run around the streets in the village. They are immature, but really funny and great to be around, especially Fox. Despite his grumbling, I really like him.
I don't remember, ever, knowing a dog as kind as him, although the grass can get him pretty mad. That stupid drug; at least it's not addictive. The only person I can think of that can match his personality was Tacker and his constant jokes. Fox is a lot more stubborn and immature, but still.
There are lots of reasons why I should just abandon him on the plains and wait for the rogues to get him, one of them including how he always insults me and the royal line. He's just arrogant, and racist, for that matter.
Peppy is caring and funny, but he's a bit inactive for a rabbit. Stories told by travelers who come to this planet is that rabbits and hares are very energetic. I personally think he's not getting enough to eat. I wouldn't like to leave him for the wild bandits and rogues; he's too nice.
Sometimes I just wish Fox would grow up and be more responsible. He could've helped me get these logs right now, but would he? Nope, never. He's so unhelpful, if that's a word. And sometimes, I wish Fox would just stay as he is and stay here with me. I think I just might consider him for a husband. NO! I should court someone who is stronger and older, someone who knows about hunting. Fox doesn't know squat about that.
Why is he coming over here? I think it's just best to scowl and discipline him a bit. We could be encountering bandits in the forest and mountains, after all.
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"Hey, do you need a hand with the logs?" Fox asked, taking a bundle of sticks from Krystal's arms. Krystal looked really surprised.
"Aren't you swimming?"
"Yep, but don't I need a fire to dry off?" Fox smiled, taking out his blaster gun and shooting at the pile of wood that Krystal made, igniting it in a second. Sitting on the grass close to it, Fox started to steam the water off of his clothes. Peppy came a moment later and did the same.
"You should take those off, just for the sake of drying," Krystal pointed out. Fox and Peppy blushed beneath their fur.
"But, you're a female."
"So? Fine, I won't look," Krystal turned on the spot and showed her back to Fox. Fox and Peppy reluctantly shook off their jumpsuits and hung them on a stick over the fire. Fox looked at Peppy's boxers.
"Ha! And you think I have strange underwear," Fox chucked as Peppy tried to conceal his heart boxers. Krystal, upon hearing that, laughed as well, making the hide beneath Peppy's gray fur look crimson.
"I'm hungry," Peppy declared, taking the attention from his legs.
"Then go eat berries."
"Aw, crud."
**
"Up again, Fox?" Krystal asked, sitting down beside him and pressed her shoulder against his for warmth.
"Ugh, that darn smoke! I can't sleep," Fox rubbed his eyes and snorted. His breath caught in the cold air and became puffs of ice droplets. It was midnight again, cloudless and starry.
"Then, next time, sleep away from the embers," Krystal's hair fluttered in the cold breeze and batted at Fox. He smiled a little as her locks tickled him in the cheek. Fox snapped a grass stem from outside the clearing without removing his shoulder from Krystal's and sucked.
"I really feel like hurting something," Fox's paw grabbed a hold of Krystal's wrist and squeezed gently.
"Is that the best you got?" Krystal challenged, wrenching her wrist away from Fox's grip and squeezed his paw. Fox smiled and squeezed back. Her strong fingers squeezed relentlessly until Krystal heard a crack in Fox's knuckle.
"Yeesh, you're pretty mean for a queen," Fox said, wringing his paw to release the pain.
"Was the rhyme intended?"
"No, not really," Fox sighed as the coals of the fire blew out and the smoky smell faded, "Time to sleep. Thanks for your company."
"Thanks for yours," Krystal rubbed her cheek against Fox in an affectionate manner and crawled into her sleeping bag. Fox smiled inwardly as he climbed into his.
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Mental journal, Fox McCloud, 2002 C.D., March 15, 1:03 AM:
Wow, Krystal has really changed in a couple of hours. She's a lot nicer now, not as bossy. Maybe choking people is a good way to make them smarten up. I can't believe she actually touched me, I mean, I thought that was illegal to do that to a queen. Maybe it's just a sign that she acknowledges who I am and she likes me as a personal friend. I should play it safe, so I shouldn't take anything the wrong way. She is royalty, and I respect that, even though I really don't show it well.
Well, it's time to soften up, my friend, and be a bit nicer. She is my guide, and she isn't asking for a fee. I didn't go to survival camp in grade 6, so I think this is good experience. I can do a lot better to help her, and she could do a lot better in helping me. I'm actually starting to be attracted in her, how scary.
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Mental journal, Queen Krystal, in the Month of Planting, 15th day, 67th year of the Fisher line, 1:03 AM:
Well, maybe I'm wrong about Fox being lazy and such. He is really a good guy to be around, and I hope he didn't take the rubbing the wrong way. It was only a traditional way of expressing friendship.
Fox and Peppy are my guests, so maybe I shouldn't have made them go on this trip without food. I can tell they are a lot more used to flying around in ships and such. I'll make it up to them, just maybe I can.
Fox is beginning to be bearable in the past few hours, and probably even more bearable once I learn to stop using that grass in the fires. I really shouldn't feel that way about Fox until he learns the ways of the outdoors. I can't risk being bonded to a male that can't protect me. Maybe I'll teach him, and then I'll think about courtship.
He's snoring. Oh, wait that's Peppy. Fox's silent when he sleeps, and that gives him a peaceful air. He does look handsome for an outlander, and he is in a good shape; he kept up with me the entire way up the cliff, while Peppy was slow by a few hours. Oh, I can't stop feeling that way about him. I know I should stop, but I really can't. I've never been in love before. Yeah, poor me. Oh look at that; I'm thinking about Tacker again. Aaargh! Why do I always shed these useless tears when I think of my empty love life?
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"Krystal?" Fox asked. Krystal turned her head towards him, seeing his shiny green eyes looking intently upon her beneath the double moons. It was a romantic setting, but neither of them wanted to admit that.
"Yeah? What's the matter?" Krystal asked softly, her voice sincere and very pleasant, which struck Fox as very strange. Her emerald orbs gazing at him with respect. Her eyes were shimmering, as if she had been crying.
"I just wanted to ask how long until we reach the mountains," Fox said.
"Oh, just a few more days. About five, if we keep the pace we're going," Krystal answered, turning away from Fox and pretended to sleep. Fox thought he had heard a bit of disappointment in her tone.
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A/N: Oh, I'm getting SO cheesy. Ah, what the heck, this is going well for me. I thought of the plot already, so hurrah! For those of you who really want an extremely romantic scene, you just might be disappointed, but keep reading, in case I change my mind. Blood will come, I promise you.
Introduction: I wrote this because if I continued on my other story, then things will get a lot less action-y. Everything is different, well, almost everything. Erm. History changed because some weird dude messed with a time machine. Yeah.
"Wow, this is a long hike," Fox panted, trudging through brush and grass. Krystal nodded in front.
"Yeah, but don't worry, the shades of the trees yonder would make you a bit cooler. But I don't really think we'll reach the woods until tomorrow noon," Krystal said, snapping a string of grass and started chewing. Fox was chewing on the one from the morning, and it gave his mouth a strange, refreshed feeling.
"Slow down!" Peppy called, a quarter of a mile behind. Fox took the wonderful excuse and sat down in a clearing of shorter grass. Krystal did likewise.
"Dinnertime?" She asked, pulling out the bacon from the cooking this morning. Fox gratefully accepted and chewed on the hard piece of meat.
"Is there anywhere I can cool off in?" Fox asked, pulling his sweaty jumpsuit from his fur. Krystal pointed at the river, which they have been following for a few miles. The going was easy, but non-stop thanks to the Queen. The cliff had grown gradually shorter, and now Fox was able to jump down the ledge and climb up with ease.
"Yeah, and leave me with the fire building," Krystal called after him sarcastically. Peppy caught up a moment later and collapsed on the grass.
"I need water," he rasped. Krystal rolled her eyes and pointed again at the river, where Fox was already swimming in his jumpsuit, washing the smelly sweat and dirt off of him. Peppy dived in after him. Krystal watched with interest at Fox and Peppy's game of splashing as she gathered dry reeds and branches nearby.
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Mental journal, Queen Krystal, in the Month of Planting, 14th day, 67th year of the Fisher line, 7:23 PM:
Those two are so playful, and so young. It really reminds me of the children who run around the streets in the village. They are immature, but really funny and great to be around, especially Fox. Despite his grumbling, I really like him.
I don't remember, ever, knowing a dog as kind as him, although the grass can get him pretty mad. That stupid drug; at least it's not addictive. The only person I can think of that can match his personality was Tacker and his constant jokes. Fox is a lot more stubborn and immature, but still.
There are lots of reasons why I should just abandon him on the plains and wait for the rogues to get him, one of them including how he always insults me and the royal line. He's just arrogant, and racist, for that matter.
Peppy is caring and funny, but he's a bit inactive for a rabbit. Stories told by travelers who come to this planet is that rabbits and hares are very energetic. I personally think he's not getting enough to eat. I wouldn't like to leave him for the wild bandits and rogues; he's too nice.
Sometimes I just wish Fox would grow up and be more responsible. He could've helped me get these logs right now, but would he? Nope, never. He's so unhelpful, if that's a word. And sometimes, I wish Fox would just stay as he is and stay here with me. I think I just might consider him for a husband. NO! I should court someone who is stronger and older, someone who knows about hunting. Fox doesn't know squat about that.
Why is he coming over here? I think it's just best to scowl and discipline him a bit. We could be encountering bandits in the forest and mountains, after all.
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"Hey, do you need a hand with the logs?" Fox asked, taking a bundle of sticks from Krystal's arms. Krystal looked really surprised.
"Aren't you swimming?"
"Yep, but don't I need a fire to dry off?" Fox smiled, taking out his blaster gun and shooting at the pile of wood that Krystal made, igniting it in a second. Sitting on the grass close to it, Fox started to steam the water off of his clothes. Peppy came a moment later and did the same.
"You should take those off, just for the sake of drying," Krystal pointed out. Fox and Peppy blushed beneath their fur.
"But, you're a female."
"So? Fine, I won't look," Krystal turned on the spot and showed her back to Fox. Fox and Peppy reluctantly shook off their jumpsuits and hung them on a stick over the fire. Fox looked at Peppy's boxers.
"Ha! And you think I have strange underwear," Fox chucked as Peppy tried to conceal his heart boxers. Krystal, upon hearing that, laughed as well, making the hide beneath Peppy's gray fur look crimson.
"I'm hungry," Peppy declared, taking the attention from his legs.
"Then go eat berries."
"Aw, crud."
**
"Up again, Fox?" Krystal asked, sitting down beside him and pressed her shoulder against his for warmth.
"Ugh, that darn smoke! I can't sleep," Fox rubbed his eyes and snorted. His breath caught in the cold air and became puffs of ice droplets. It was midnight again, cloudless and starry.
"Then, next time, sleep away from the embers," Krystal's hair fluttered in the cold breeze and batted at Fox. He smiled a little as her locks tickled him in the cheek. Fox snapped a grass stem from outside the clearing without removing his shoulder from Krystal's and sucked.
"I really feel like hurting something," Fox's paw grabbed a hold of Krystal's wrist and squeezed gently.
"Is that the best you got?" Krystal challenged, wrenching her wrist away from Fox's grip and squeezed his paw. Fox smiled and squeezed back. Her strong fingers squeezed relentlessly until Krystal heard a crack in Fox's knuckle.
"Yeesh, you're pretty mean for a queen," Fox said, wringing his paw to release the pain.
"Was the rhyme intended?"
"No, not really," Fox sighed as the coals of the fire blew out and the smoky smell faded, "Time to sleep. Thanks for your company."
"Thanks for yours," Krystal rubbed her cheek against Fox in an affectionate manner and crawled into her sleeping bag. Fox smiled inwardly as he climbed into his.
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Mental journal, Fox McCloud, 2002 C.D., March 15, 1:03 AM:
Wow, Krystal has really changed in a couple of hours. She's a lot nicer now, not as bossy. Maybe choking people is a good way to make them smarten up. I can't believe she actually touched me, I mean, I thought that was illegal to do that to a queen. Maybe it's just a sign that she acknowledges who I am and she likes me as a personal friend. I should play it safe, so I shouldn't take anything the wrong way. She is royalty, and I respect that, even though I really don't show it well.
Well, it's time to soften up, my friend, and be a bit nicer. She is my guide, and she isn't asking for a fee. I didn't go to survival camp in grade 6, so I think this is good experience. I can do a lot better to help her, and she could do a lot better in helping me. I'm actually starting to be attracted in her, how scary.
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Mental journal, Queen Krystal, in the Month of Planting, 15th day, 67th year of the Fisher line, 1:03 AM:
Well, maybe I'm wrong about Fox being lazy and such. He is really a good guy to be around, and I hope he didn't take the rubbing the wrong way. It was only a traditional way of expressing friendship.
Fox and Peppy are my guests, so maybe I shouldn't have made them go on this trip without food. I can tell they are a lot more used to flying around in ships and such. I'll make it up to them, just maybe I can.
Fox is beginning to be bearable in the past few hours, and probably even more bearable once I learn to stop using that grass in the fires. I really shouldn't feel that way about Fox until he learns the ways of the outdoors. I can't risk being bonded to a male that can't protect me. Maybe I'll teach him, and then I'll think about courtship.
He's snoring. Oh, wait that's Peppy. Fox's silent when he sleeps, and that gives him a peaceful air. He does look handsome for an outlander, and he is in a good shape; he kept up with me the entire way up the cliff, while Peppy was slow by a few hours. Oh, I can't stop feeling that way about him. I know I should stop, but I really can't. I've never been in love before. Yeah, poor me. Oh look at that; I'm thinking about Tacker again. Aaargh! Why do I always shed these useless tears when I think of my empty love life?
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"Krystal?" Fox asked. Krystal turned her head towards him, seeing his shiny green eyes looking intently upon her beneath the double moons. It was a romantic setting, but neither of them wanted to admit that.
"Yeah? What's the matter?" Krystal asked softly, her voice sincere and very pleasant, which struck Fox as very strange. Her emerald orbs gazing at him with respect. Her eyes were shimmering, as if she had been crying.
"I just wanted to ask how long until we reach the mountains," Fox said.
"Oh, just a few more days. About five, if we keep the pace we're going," Krystal answered, turning away from Fox and pretended to sleep. Fox thought he had heard a bit of disappointment in her tone.
**
A/N: Oh, I'm getting SO cheesy. Ah, what the heck, this is going well for me. I thought of the plot already, so hurrah! For those of you who really want an extremely romantic scene, you just might be disappointed, but keep reading, in case I change my mind. Blood will come, I promise you.