Chapter three: AAAHHHH!!
Kyer: Can't answer you're question because that will tell you who's in the egg in Spirits, now won't it? ^_~ I can tell you that he is Riku's.
I have a cabinet full of fine china, some of it collectors items. The surfaces of the plates are fine and delicate.
Sarabi was sitting in a pile of them, smashed. She was holding a shard of one I had collected when I first changed my name, that is, claimed my position, in her grubby little claws and staring at her reflection in it.
It figures she would do that. I was angry. I was more than angry. That was a relic from when I escaped from my parent's house and became a ward of the royal family themselves.
A little cub was going to DIE today!
I grabbed the runt by her tail and yanked her upward. She hissed at me and squealed, slashing at me with her tiny claws.
"YOU are here to drive me insane, aren't you??" I screamed.
Valkyrie children don't like loud noises.
Considering they have a set of lungs, at least the females do not like loud noises.
Sarabi began to bawl loud enough to wake the people up down the street.
And then I dropped her, which made her scream louder. Not that it should have, right? I mean, I had to plug my ears, right?
Not knowing what else to do, I jumped over her, muttering beneath my breath, begging her to shut up. Tears, freshwater and saltless, ran down Sarabi's chubby cheeks and her triangle nose began to run. I ran for the kitchen and seized raw, cold, slippery purple liver from the refrigerator.
She shut up immediately; it seems that Sarabi has always thought with her stomach.
:30~
she fell asleep as soon as her stomach was full. I didn't waste time, I knew that she didn't need much sleep. I approached the bare wall in my living room after tying the little demoness to a cushion from my silver couch. I placed my pale pal against that wall and watched it open, revealing what might have been a television.
"Show me Oblivion!" I shouted at it and then froze as Sarabi stirred in her sleep.
Before there was a picture (my reception doesn't reach well that far into other dimensions), I heard the little red monster shouting, "NO! Don't! Do NOT do that---!"
I didn't give himn a chance to finish screaming at the other two.
"SCARECROWMON!"
the picture clicked in, a black, colorless world full of fog. The only inhabitant I could see (Sarabi's representative when she wasn't around) was the future kind of the Digital World himself, Scarecrowmon. He stood out like a Valkyrie at a slaughterhouse, all red and vivid in the darkness.
He froze and turned around, giving me a mock about-face and salute as well.
"Looking for someone to mercenary for you?" he sneered.
He may have tried to kill me if his telepathy reached that far.
I hissed, "Expalin that!" and pointed to the sleeping animal getting cat hairs on the couch I worked so hard to keep clean.
Scarecrowmon shrugged, "A product of your ambitious mind to create a version of Sarabi that will listen to your every whim?"
I cannot deny that I liked that idea. "What did you do to her?" I whispered back, trying to keep my voice low for the light sleeper she was.
Again, the crimson beast shrugged, "I didn't do anything."
You would think that if he had been lying it would have shown through his eyes, right?
I dropped to my haunches and knuckled my forehead, "Sorcerimon, Riku, pick ONE??"
Scarecrowmon laughed. He sounded like Sarabi when she laughed, cold and feral.
"Riku's magic isn't that developed and it runs like Sarabi's, more toward making things explode. Sorcerimon has been training with Riku alday and has been using up his energy for the purpose. You won't be able to prove a thing."
I hate it when a lower species is right.
Kyer: Can't answer you're question because that will tell you who's in the egg in Spirits, now won't it? ^_~ I can tell you that he is Riku's.
I have a cabinet full of fine china, some of it collectors items. The surfaces of the plates are fine and delicate.
Sarabi was sitting in a pile of them, smashed. She was holding a shard of one I had collected when I first changed my name, that is, claimed my position, in her grubby little claws and staring at her reflection in it.
It figures she would do that. I was angry. I was more than angry. That was a relic from when I escaped from my parent's house and became a ward of the royal family themselves.
A little cub was going to DIE today!
I grabbed the runt by her tail and yanked her upward. She hissed at me and squealed, slashing at me with her tiny claws.
"YOU are here to drive me insane, aren't you??" I screamed.
Valkyrie children don't like loud noises.
Considering they have a set of lungs, at least the females do not like loud noises.
Sarabi began to bawl loud enough to wake the people up down the street.
And then I dropped her, which made her scream louder. Not that it should have, right? I mean, I had to plug my ears, right?
Not knowing what else to do, I jumped over her, muttering beneath my breath, begging her to shut up. Tears, freshwater and saltless, ran down Sarabi's chubby cheeks and her triangle nose began to run. I ran for the kitchen and seized raw, cold, slippery purple liver from the refrigerator.
She shut up immediately; it seems that Sarabi has always thought with her stomach.
:30~
she fell asleep as soon as her stomach was full. I didn't waste time, I knew that she didn't need much sleep. I approached the bare wall in my living room after tying the little demoness to a cushion from my silver couch. I placed my pale pal against that wall and watched it open, revealing what might have been a television.
"Show me Oblivion!" I shouted at it and then froze as Sarabi stirred in her sleep.
Before there was a picture (my reception doesn't reach well that far into other dimensions), I heard the little red monster shouting, "NO! Don't! Do NOT do that---!"
I didn't give himn a chance to finish screaming at the other two.
"SCARECROWMON!"
the picture clicked in, a black, colorless world full of fog. The only inhabitant I could see (Sarabi's representative when she wasn't around) was the future kind of the Digital World himself, Scarecrowmon. He stood out like a Valkyrie at a slaughterhouse, all red and vivid in the darkness.
He froze and turned around, giving me a mock about-face and salute as well.
"Looking for someone to mercenary for you?" he sneered.
He may have tried to kill me if his telepathy reached that far.
I hissed, "Expalin that!" and pointed to the sleeping animal getting cat hairs on the couch I worked so hard to keep clean.
Scarecrowmon shrugged, "A product of your ambitious mind to create a version of Sarabi that will listen to your every whim?"
I cannot deny that I liked that idea. "What did you do to her?" I whispered back, trying to keep my voice low for the light sleeper she was.
Again, the crimson beast shrugged, "I didn't do anything."
You would think that if he had been lying it would have shown through his eyes, right?
I dropped to my haunches and knuckled my forehead, "Sorcerimon, Riku, pick ONE??"
Scarecrowmon laughed. He sounded like Sarabi when she laughed, cold and feral.
"Riku's magic isn't that developed and it runs like Sarabi's, more toward making things explode. Sorcerimon has been training with Riku alday and has been using up his energy for the purpose. You won't be able to prove a thing."
I hate it when a lower species is right.