Seccie: *Still sleeping*

Shivian:Shhh.........Be very, very quiet. We're publishing a chapter.

Azra:*Dressed in Elmer Fudd hunters stuff*Oh, I thought we were going hunting.......

Seccie:*Wakes up,and blinks*

Azra:ShadowEyedCat does not own GundamWing/GundamWing related material published by anyone but her.She does have a blanket,a now fixed radio,a few books,and three hunting cats.

Seccie:*Blink*

Shivian: Thankyous to Katie and Dragon. Seccie should be back 'awake' soon.

Azra:She looks awake.

Shivian:Have you ever had pain killers?

Azra:No.

Shivian: Then be quiet,she's still asleep mentally.

Code of Blood, Code of Honor-Chapter 1:War is just Death by a Bloody Blade

--Death is a part of life. It's just a lot less scary and painful than the rest of it.--

People have a herd mentality, like sheep. They follow what the strongest follow, they like what the strongest like. If the strongest lead them to a new field or country, they are happy. If the strongest leads them over a cliff or to destruction and chaos, then they still believe in the strongest.

"Kid, there's nowhere to run now,just come with us and you and your Guardian won't get hurt....too badly." The ginger haired guard stood smirking at the mouth of the alley. Blue eyes gleamed maliciously at the smallish figure crouching in the shadows. The figure just shook it's head, light glinting on a long plait of chestnut hair down the person's back.

"Really? Well then we'll just have to fix that notion. People can't just steal from Empress Relena's market and get away with it can they?" Triez's eyes pale and fingers darkened into claws. Mercifully, part of the blessing of the Guardian Change was the fact that no one could ever remember what the change exactly what happened. A large russet colored wolf, the size of a large pony, stood where the guard had once been. It put it's nose to the ground, sniffed and then raised it's muzzle to howl it's hunting cry. If at all possible, it smiled even more wolfishly. The emaciated form in the shadows just sat there, looking at Triez as if he wasn't worried. If the wolf thought this was odd, it didn't show it. Being only a Third Level Wolf Guardian*, he needed to have a few tricks up his sleeve. The large canine looked at his prey, bunched his muscles, and was ready to spring when a voice cut through his concentration.

"What are you doing, Corporal Triez?"The flat monotone was void of emotion, and prussian blue eyes shared this same characteristic. A now-human Triez spun about in a salute.

"Commander Heero sir, I was just apprehending a thieving pickpocket." He gesture haphazardly into the dark alley.

"And where,may I ask, is this pickpocket?" The alley was empty, except for a trail of cat prints going up a wall and a razor sharp steel feather.

::Name!!!!!Need name,help you.::

'What?'

::Help you, help myself, just like Yasa said.::

'Yasa? Who are you? Where am I?'

::Calm calm, be calm. Needed to get you away,yes yes.Nasty, filthy, dirty guards of Empire. Yes,yes?::

'Well..........Yeah. But where am I? It's all black and foggy.........'

::In mind, no worry. Nameless taking you some where safe.::

'Nameless? You don't have a name? How about.........Niema?'

::Name,Name!!!!!NIEMA HAVE NAME!!::

A long steel colored panther, now called Niema, lifted it's newly found and grown wings proudly and ran on.