Jaeger Lowëmon: Not many reviews on the last chapter, but I'm putting up a
second chapter since I have so much free time lately, and because I'm bored
out of my ever-loving mind. R + R. Flames welcomed just no foul language.
I forgot to mention that they are 17 in this fic.
Just a reminder:
'-----' are thoughts,
"-----" must I explain these?
------- are flashback sequences
*--------* are fantasy sequences
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Izumi and Takuya were following the forest path, walking in the deepest silence, each chancing a glance at the other when they weren't looking, or this was supposed. Every now and again, a slight breeze would stir the leaves of the trees, whose limbs intertwined, forming a roof-like structure of arboreal beauty, through which many shafts of almost tangible light shone.
'Why doesn't he talk? I think he likes me but I don't know if I should say anything.' thought Izumi.
'Maybe I should say something. I think I like her. No, I don't want to sound too forward. What if she doesn't like me back?' pondered Takuya.
Two Months Ago
"Takuya, why won't you settle down? So many young women all clamor for you, why down you choose one and marry?" his mother had said.
"Because Mother, I've already said this; I want to find someone in my own way, and plus, they are all so airy and snotty. I want to find someone earthier, more centered on what she thinks of herself than what others think of her"
"Alright then I leave the decision to you my son" his mother said at last, turning slowly and leaving the room.
After she had retired, he put on his traveling clothes; a dark black tunic, with a warm cloak, long pants. Finally he put on his sword, a family heirloom, passed down to his father by his grandfather, and his father before him. A double edged blade, with a leather bound silver crosstree hilt, and a large sapphire pommel stone. The scabbard was leather, and decorated with a gold symbol in the shape of a soaring eagle. He slipped out using a small trapdoor in the floor of his room, skillfully hidden under the rug in front of the door.
Two Months Later
Izumi and Takuya continued their quiet walk along the forest path beneath the light, tinted a wonderful forest green as it filtered though the leaves above them. Suddenly a rustling in the bushes caused Takuya to jerk his head to the right. All of a sudden a large beast sprang out baring its teeth, hissing and spitting. Its skin was a sickly green color, and its two dripping fangs hung down like long tusks. Instinctively, Takuya had drawn his blade, and leapt forward to take on the monster. As he did so Izumi fitted a bolt to her crossbow hoping to get a clear shot, which apparently was not going to happen seeing as how Takuya had decided to engage the brute in close combat with his sword. The young archer girl lowered her crossbow and leaned against a nearby tree, watching him fight. Finally he was victorious over the aggressor, and cleaned his blade for the second time in an hour. Then he did something unexpected. He broke off the two fangs which still dripped with venom, wrapped them in a cloth, and put them in his pack, saying "I know someone who wants these" in a very cheerful manner.
'He said two Venomous Grizonire fangs if I remember rightly' he thought.
They began walking once again, and were not disturbed again until they reached the gates of a large town.
Author's Points: My Venomous Grizonire is an original name and character and I would appreciate it if no one ripped it. Also, all monsters, and most other characters in this fic are of my creation. No ripping! Anyway, I'll be updating as soon as possible, but my weekend looks hectic.
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Izumi and Takuya were following the forest path, walking in the deepest silence, each chancing a glance at the other when they weren't looking, or this was supposed. Every now and again, a slight breeze would stir the leaves of the trees, whose limbs intertwined, forming a roof-like structure of arboreal beauty, through which many shafts of almost tangible light shone.
'Why doesn't he talk? I think he likes me but I don't know if I should say anything.' thought Izumi.
'Maybe I should say something. I think I like her. No, I don't want to sound too forward. What if she doesn't like me back?' pondered Takuya.
Two Months Ago
"Takuya, why won't you settle down? So many young women all clamor for you, why down you choose one and marry?" his mother had said.
"Because Mother, I've already said this; I want to find someone in my own way, and plus, they are all so airy and snotty. I want to find someone earthier, more centered on what she thinks of herself than what others think of her"
"Alright then I leave the decision to you my son" his mother said at last, turning slowly and leaving the room.
After she had retired, he put on his traveling clothes; a dark black tunic, with a warm cloak, long pants. Finally he put on his sword, a family heirloom, passed down to his father by his grandfather, and his father before him. A double edged blade, with a leather bound silver crosstree hilt, and a large sapphire pommel stone. The scabbard was leather, and decorated with a gold symbol in the shape of a soaring eagle. He slipped out using a small trapdoor in the floor of his room, skillfully hidden under the rug in front of the door.
Two Months Later
Izumi and Takuya continued their quiet walk along the forest path beneath the light, tinted a wonderful forest green as it filtered though the leaves above them. Suddenly a rustling in the bushes caused Takuya to jerk his head to the right. All of a sudden a large beast sprang out baring its teeth, hissing and spitting. Its skin was a sickly green color, and its two dripping fangs hung down like long tusks. Instinctively, Takuya had drawn his blade, and leapt forward to take on the monster. As he did so Izumi fitted a bolt to her crossbow hoping to get a clear shot, which apparently was not going to happen seeing as how Takuya had decided to engage the brute in close combat with his sword. The young archer girl lowered her crossbow and leaned against a nearby tree, watching him fight. Finally he was victorious over the aggressor, and cleaned his blade for the second time in an hour. Then he did something unexpected. He broke off the two fangs which still dripped with venom, wrapped them in a cloth, and put them in his pack, saying "I know someone who wants these" in a very cheerful manner.
'He said two Venomous Grizonire fangs if I remember rightly' he thought.
They began walking once again, and were not disturbed again until they reached the gates of a large town.
Author's Points: My Venomous Grizonire is an original name and character and I would appreciate it if no one ripped it. Also, all monsters, and most other characters in this fic are of my creation. No ripping! Anyway, I'll be updating as soon as possible, but my weekend looks hectic.