I have HUGE writers block. That's why it took me a bit longer to update.
The next few chappies will take longer due to my half-yearly exams and a
sudden boost in homework lately.
Anywho.Thanx to Acoustical Ferret and Vane for reviewing. You guys rock! *goes insane and runs around the room* (soz, I just feel hyper)
Now, my things are:
"." Speech
'.' Thought
* * * flashback starts and ends
*~*~* Dream starts and ends
* * * * * When centered, scene changes.
* * * * * * Start and end of chappy.
There, I hope now anything I do wont be confused. And you'd better read that and pay attention because im not doing it again.
(INSERT DISCLAIMER HERE)
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Enemies Forever Chapter 6:
Dark Intentions
Rantan narrowed his eyes in a vain attempt to see better in the growing darkness. He turned to his scouts and made a few paw movements. They in turn nodded and head out across the dunes.
Rantan turned to Maky and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, bringing her close to him and muttering darkly, "now listen, mate. You gotta keep yore trap shut an' don't go dancin' around. 'Twill be th' end o' us if'n ye do tha'. An' if we survive after we get caught because o' you. I'll kill yer! No matter how much the Cap'n tries to defend yer. Right?"
Maky looked at Rantan, her fearless, blue eyes glowing in the dark from her night vision. She stared at him for a moment then pulled herself away, "right! I got yer. I plan on actually doin' some scoutin'." She sniffed defensively.
Rantan glared at her for a moment then smiled slightly. "Sure ye do. Now come on. We've gotta check the base o' that cliff tha' great ruin is standin' on."
And with that, Maky and Rantan started off, moving at a fast trot. Every now and then, Maky thought that she saw one of the other trackers. But the strange thing was, they didn't seem to move right. Much more upright than normal. She shrugged it off and focused on reaching the cliff base.
As they reached it, Rantan stopped her. "I'm gonna go an' check it. Skant wanted to see if'n there was any caves." He turned and looked at her, "you stay as lookout, if'n ye see anybeast that's an enemy, give me a call." He slunk off to inspect the cliff.
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Two beasts. A rat scout and a weasel guard, reached the top of a sand dune. The weasel, a strong looking beast, leant on his broadsword, panting slightly. "Well, have ye found wha' ye was lookin' for?"
The rat nodded. "Aye."
The Weasel snorted and looked at him, "well, what were we lookin' for ta begin wi'?" The rat didn't answer, adding to the weasels annoyance. He snorted again, turned and started to walk away. "Ah, well. Lets' git back ta camp." The rat didn't answer again.
'Grrrr, I swear. If that stupid scout don't answer me I'm gonna.....' He turned to give the unfortunate scout a clobber to the head. But when he turned, his eyes went wide. "Wha'? Oh damn"
He turned and began to run. Away from the rat, who now had a javelin through his head. But before he got another ten paces, another javelin whipped out of the darkness and set itself in between his shoulder blades, he managed one last agonized scream before he died.
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The blood chilling scream echoed throughout the dunes. But it fell on dead ears. Ten scouts, along with their ten guards lay on the ground. Never to hear, or cause another scream again.
However, there was one pair of ears that caught the sound. Maky gasped with fright and turned to run to Rantan, she stopped and turned as she heard footsteps behind her. She tried to run but fear paralyzed her in place as a large, black figure swept down and grabbed her. It swiftly cupped its paw around her mouth and grunted to several other figures behind it. As they slid towards the cliff base, Maky managed to bite into the paw over her mouth.
"Rantan, watch out!" But she was unable to say anymore. As the shaft of an otter javelin smashed into the side of her head, rendering her unconscious.
* * * * *
"Huh?" Rantan twirled around at the sound of Makys' scream. He saw Maky struggling against a black figure, then saw her go limp as it smashed her in the head with its' weapon. Rantan growled with rage and leapt forward, his dagger drawn, ready to deal death to the dark shape in front of him.
He was in mid air when a strong, sinewy creature hurtled into him, bringing him heavily to the ground. His dagger clattered against the stone ground as it was torn from his paw. Rantan suddenly found that there was no more air in his lungs as he struggled feebly against the creature. He gasped for air but was unable to get any as he found that the creatures' paws were wrapped tightly around his throat. His cloudy eyes looked up at his tormentor, an otter, with the same reddish toned fur that he had.
Rantan tried to struggle but his efforts were getting weaker, he raised his paws and tried to dislodge the riverdogs' own paws from his neck but was unable. He reached his paws out to the side of him, trying to pull himself away from the otter but it was no use. Rantan could feel his mind slipping as he began to leave the land of the living.
His paws were still moving weakly around him. Suddenly, his paw came into something that was familiar to him; it was the rough hilt of his dagger. He gripped it tightly in his paw, but, even now he knew that he wouldn't have enough strength to kill the otter. He lay back as he felt his heart slowing.
All of a sudden, and he didn't know why. He began to remember the conversation that he had with Skant before he left to go scouting. He remembered the words that he had spoken to Skant as he prepared to leave. * * * "I know Skant. Don't let 'er out o' me sight an' make sure she don't git 'urt. I know, I know. You jus' stay 'ere an' plan our attack wid Rappy. We'll be fine. I promise." * * * Rantans' mind cleared slightly at that. And he began to feel an insurmountable rage. He promised Skant that Maky would fine. He promised that she wouldn't get hurt. And he had broken those promises. He felt his instincts take over as he raised the dagger.
Rantan growled a fearsome growl which seemed to startle the otter that was on top of him. He felt his conscious mind be taken over by another being, a being that had no mercy, and was fuelled by a horrible rage and hate. With a terrible roar, he slammed the dagger point into the base of the otters' skull, smiling in satisfaction as he heard the bones shifting. The otter went stiff and fell forward, onto Rantan.
The other eight Streamswift soldiers who had been with the red furred otter leapt back in surprise. They didn't expect the ferret to still be alive, yet alone fighting fit. They jumped out of the way as Rantan stood and hurled the body of the otter at them. The soldiers drew their weapons, two of them notching arrows to bowstrings.
Rantans' onyx eyes had a dangerous glint to them. Moving amazingly swiftly, he hurled his dagger at one of the archers. The squirrel fell down with it in its neck, buried up to the hilt. Rantan laughed insanely and drew his bow, loosing off two arrows. Two swords beasts fell. All of this happened within the time frame of about three seconds.
The other archer, a squirrel as well, shot his shaft at Rantan. The arrow buried itself deep into the ferrets' chest. He winced, and stumbled backwards from the momentum of the arrow. He growled again and shot his own shaft back at the archer. He wouldn't have to put up with annoying little arrows anymore.
The other four soldiers left were all otters. They looked at each other before readying their weapons, three of them javelins and one sword, and hurled themselves onto the crazed ferret.
Rantan was ready for them; he dealt one of the javelin wielders a crack to the head with his bow. The blow shattered the otters' skull and the bow itself. Rantan pulled two arrows from his quiver and held one in each paw as he pushed himself on the three remaining otters. Ignoring wounds, Rantan attacked the Streamswift otters.
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And, if you want to know. Captain Wert will be in this story more later on. This part is just about the Seaskimmers crew. Muahahahaha! *sighs* Am I really that predictable? But at least I got you all mad, you didn't want Maky to be kidnapped but too bad!
Anywho.Please Review!!!
(My gawd. I just realized that I rhymed twice in what I wrote there!)
Anywho.Thanx to Acoustical Ferret and Vane for reviewing. You guys rock! *goes insane and runs around the room* (soz, I just feel hyper)
Now, my things are:
"." Speech
'.' Thought
* * * flashback starts and ends
*~*~* Dream starts and ends
* * * * * When centered, scene changes.
* * * * * * Start and end of chappy.
There, I hope now anything I do wont be confused. And you'd better read that and pay attention because im not doing it again.
(INSERT DISCLAIMER HERE)
* * * * * *
Enemies Forever Chapter 6:
Dark Intentions
Rantan narrowed his eyes in a vain attempt to see better in the growing darkness. He turned to his scouts and made a few paw movements. They in turn nodded and head out across the dunes.
Rantan turned to Maky and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, bringing her close to him and muttering darkly, "now listen, mate. You gotta keep yore trap shut an' don't go dancin' around. 'Twill be th' end o' us if'n ye do tha'. An' if we survive after we get caught because o' you. I'll kill yer! No matter how much the Cap'n tries to defend yer. Right?"
Maky looked at Rantan, her fearless, blue eyes glowing in the dark from her night vision. She stared at him for a moment then pulled herself away, "right! I got yer. I plan on actually doin' some scoutin'." She sniffed defensively.
Rantan glared at her for a moment then smiled slightly. "Sure ye do. Now come on. We've gotta check the base o' that cliff tha' great ruin is standin' on."
And with that, Maky and Rantan started off, moving at a fast trot. Every now and then, Maky thought that she saw one of the other trackers. But the strange thing was, they didn't seem to move right. Much more upright than normal. She shrugged it off and focused on reaching the cliff base.
As they reached it, Rantan stopped her. "I'm gonna go an' check it. Skant wanted to see if'n there was any caves." He turned and looked at her, "you stay as lookout, if'n ye see anybeast that's an enemy, give me a call." He slunk off to inspect the cliff.
* * * * *
Two beasts. A rat scout and a weasel guard, reached the top of a sand dune. The weasel, a strong looking beast, leant on his broadsword, panting slightly. "Well, have ye found wha' ye was lookin' for?"
The rat nodded. "Aye."
The Weasel snorted and looked at him, "well, what were we lookin' for ta begin wi'?" The rat didn't answer, adding to the weasels annoyance. He snorted again, turned and started to walk away. "Ah, well. Lets' git back ta camp." The rat didn't answer again.
'Grrrr, I swear. If that stupid scout don't answer me I'm gonna.....' He turned to give the unfortunate scout a clobber to the head. But when he turned, his eyes went wide. "Wha'? Oh damn"
He turned and began to run. Away from the rat, who now had a javelin through his head. But before he got another ten paces, another javelin whipped out of the darkness and set itself in between his shoulder blades, he managed one last agonized scream before he died.
* * * * *
The blood chilling scream echoed throughout the dunes. But it fell on dead ears. Ten scouts, along with their ten guards lay on the ground. Never to hear, or cause another scream again.
However, there was one pair of ears that caught the sound. Maky gasped with fright and turned to run to Rantan, she stopped and turned as she heard footsteps behind her. She tried to run but fear paralyzed her in place as a large, black figure swept down and grabbed her. It swiftly cupped its paw around her mouth and grunted to several other figures behind it. As they slid towards the cliff base, Maky managed to bite into the paw over her mouth.
"Rantan, watch out!" But she was unable to say anymore. As the shaft of an otter javelin smashed into the side of her head, rendering her unconscious.
* * * * *
"Huh?" Rantan twirled around at the sound of Makys' scream. He saw Maky struggling against a black figure, then saw her go limp as it smashed her in the head with its' weapon. Rantan growled with rage and leapt forward, his dagger drawn, ready to deal death to the dark shape in front of him.
He was in mid air when a strong, sinewy creature hurtled into him, bringing him heavily to the ground. His dagger clattered against the stone ground as it was torn from his paw. Rantan suddenly found that there was no more air in his lungs as he struggled feebly against the creature. He gasped for air but was unable to get any as he found that the creatures' paws were wrapped tightly around his throat. His cloudy eyes looked up at his tormentor, an otter, with the same reddish toned fur that he had.
Rantan tried to struggle but his efforts were getting weaker, he raised his paws and tried to dislodge the riverdogs' own paws from his neck but was unable. He reached his paws out to the side of him, trying to pull himself away from the otter but it was no use. Rantan could feel his mind slipping as he began to leave the land of the living.
His paws were still moving weakly around him. Suddenly, his paw came into something that was familiar to him; it was the rough hilt of his dagger. He gripped it tightly in his paw, but, even now he knew that he wouldn't have enough strength to kill the otter. He lay back as he felt his heart slowing.
All of a sudden, and he didn't know why. He began to remember the conversation that he had with Skant before he left to go scouting. He remembered the words that he had spoken to Skant as he prepared to leave. * * * "I know Skant. Don't let 'er out o' me sight an' make sure she don't git 'urt. I know, I know. You jus' stay 'ere an' plan our attack wid Rappy. We'll be fine. I promise." * * * Rantans' mind cleared slightly at that. And he began to feel an insurmountable rage. He promised Skant that Maky would fine. He promised that she wouldn't get hurt. And he had broken those promises. He felt his instincts take over as he raised the dagger.
Rantan growled a fearsome growl which seemed to startle the otter that was on top of him. He felt his conscious mind be taken over by another being, a being that had no mercy, and was fuelled by a horrible rage and hate. With a terrible roar, he slammed the dagger point into the base of the otters' skull, smiling in satisfaction as he heard the bones shifting. The otter went stiff and fell forward, onto Rantan.
The other eight Streamswift soldiers who had been with the red furred otter leapt back in surprise. They didn't expect the ferret to still be alive, yet alone fighting fit. They jumped out of the way as Rantan stood and hurled the body of the otter at them. The soldiers drew their weapons, two of them notching arrows to bowstrings.
Rantans' onyx eyes had a dangerous glint to them. Moving amazingly swiftly, he hurled his dagger at one of the archers. The squirrel fell down with it in its neck, buried up to the hilt. Rantan laughed insanely and drew his bow, loosing off two arrows. Two swords beasts fell. All of this happened within the time frame of about three seconds.
The other archer, a squirrel as well, shot his shaft at Rantan. The arrow buried itself deep into the ferrets' chest. He winced, and stumbled backwards from the momentum of the arrow. He growled again and shot his own shaft back at the archer. He wouldn't have to put up with annoying little arrows anymore.
The other four soldiers left were all otters. They looked at each other before readying their weapons, three of them javelins and one sword, and hurled themselves onto the crazed ferret.
Rantan was ready for them; he dealt one of the javelin wielders a crack to the head with his bow. The blow shattered the otters' skull and the bow itself. Rantan pulled two arrows from his quiver and held one in each paw as he pushed himself on the three remaining otters. Ignoring wounds, Rantan attacked the Streamswift otters.
* * * * * *
And, if you want to know. Captain Wert will be in this story more later on. This part is just about the Seaskimmers crew. Muahahahaha! *sighs* Am I really that predictable? But at least I got you all mad, you didn't want Maky to be kidnapped but too bad!
Anywho.Please Review!!!
(My gawd. I just realized that I rhymed twice in what I wrote there!)
