Me: ^-^! Yay! Reviews! Kudos:
Windflame- Glad you reviewed, anyways. I'll get next chap done ASAP, 'kay?
Lilic angel/ golden angel/ golden mushrambos lover- *raises hands* Believe me, there's nothing wrong with liking Golden. I used to like Golden, before I got a crush on my original character, Black. At least you don't have a crush on EVIL Mushrambo... psycho dark side... *Glares at Pheon**sends you a clone of Golden Mushrambo. The one from my story* *to clone* make sure you give her a hug and a kiss when she wakes up, okay?*tries to revive you*
Golden:*thumbs up* Okay.
Pheon:*in defence of Evil Mushrambo* Well all the others were taken! And you have to admit, he is kinda cute!
Reviewers and authoress: 0.oU...*sweatdrop* Ookaayy...
Me: Let's just get this over with, okay? Kind of fluffy warning, here. *mutters* and I thought this was going to end up a humour...
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"See what being the water mistress can do?" The others nodded, dumbfounded. They heard a crash, and a curse. Black, recognising Sylva's voice, raced up to see what was going on. What he saw shocked him; that shock soon turned into overwhelming anger. Sylva was lying on the ground, her wings obviously broken. She was covered in cuts and bruises, and a long gash went down the side of her cheek. Her eyes still burned with defiance, but it was rapidly dying. Evil Mushrambo was cackling dangerously, his eyes ordering Sylva to give in, filled with a manic gleam that clearly said, 'you're gonna die!' Black's heart caught in his throat as the enterran Lord raised his sword above the girl's head. He looked away, waiting for a dull thud and Sylva's scream. It never came. He looked up, as the sword plummeted towards her. Black blinked. She was gone! But... where? He looked up. Nothing. Behind him, nothing. It was like she had dropped off the face of the planet. Evil Mushrambo was also looking for her; in the tiniest nooks and crannies.
Black suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, pushing him down. It was gone in an instant. Checking there was no-one watching, he slowly turned. And saw the largest Silverwolf he had ever seen. Its hackles raised, the creature bounded towards Evil Mushrambo with the speed of a river flowing. That fluid movement seemed familiar and comforting, somehow. Clawing at the enterran, the wolf changed directions and padded silently towards him. Black instinctively stepped backwards as it came close. The wolf stopped, sat back, and sat down so that he was protected from the enterran who had supposedly created him.
"It seems that beast has taken a liking to you, boy. Perhaps you should keep it as a pet." Came a sneer from nearby. The wolf growled and lowered its front, the obvious signal for 'hands off'. He simply laughed. The wolf snarled, and launched itself at him. Caught by surprise, Evil thrust out his arm to protect himself from the seemingly rabid creature biting at his arm. He threw it off like it was a rag doll. The Silverwolf was thrown against the stone wall, and was knocked out cold.
Black, however, drew his own weapon, a double ended spear with diamond edged blades at either end. Evil Mushrambo turned to face him, a smirk playing on his lips. His smirk disappeared as the wolf got up slowly, changed form to young Sylva, and quickly drew two spinning... things.
That was when all hell broke loose. The spinning things flew out of her hands and towards their enemy. He shrieked in pain as they cut through his wings and sides, as well as turning them to ice. They were really ice element blades, shrouded with energy. Black was still in shock over the whole wolf thing, but shook himself out of it and attacked with his spear, effectively slashing the enterran general in half and carding him. Sylva picked up his card, concentrated, then relaxed as the jewels that made it up split, and scattered.
"That's it, then. He's gone, and I'm... free." She turned to the teenage enterran. He was smiling, and she thought at that moment, 'that guy looks soo cute when he does smile.' Black had just taken a step towards her, when a voice cackled evilly,
"Not so fast, little wolf bitch. You forgot about me!" Sylva's eyes turned to slits, giving her the look of a slightly annoyed cat. Okay, more like a totally pissed off cat. The intruder had light blonde hair, with a bright yellow ribbon tying it back. Midnight blue eyes grinned dangerously, glinting with amusement. Tanned skin clashed with a white t-shirt and grey mini skirt. Black thought she looked like a cheerleader, but a badly dressed one at that. His warm green eyes turned cold, like green glass. Sylva shivered as she caught a glance from him. 'His eyes are like a frozen lake. They're empty, but there's so much depth in them...' As she was in her own world, the girl shouted out,
"Hey, _Sylvia_. How about you go crawl back into the hole you came from?!" She turned immediately, her eyes glaring daggers at the blonde girl.
"Sylvanyn, why don't you just get lost? 'Cause that enterran's mine, girl!" Sylvanyn laughed cruelly. But when she saw Sylva's eyes, they weren't pools of liquid silver, warm and gentle; they were steel blades, cold and hard. She gulped audibly. Sylva had meant every word, and she was gonna suffer for laughing. She backed off, jumped into the air, and flew away. Sylva allowed her eyes to go back to normal, as Black's became softer and warmer again. She breathed out heavily. 'Too close. Way too close.' She looked sideways at the enterran standing next to her, observing every move and the way his hair fanned out as he shook his head. He looked so... perfect. His pale, unmarred skin, those glittering eyes, that silky obsidian hair... He was just so perfect.
While she was watching him, Black was watching her. And he felt the same about her. Her glowing skin, that gold, silver-streaked mane of hair that flew everywhere in the windy courtyard, the silver, electric blue tinted eyes that just shone in the right light... Black was in love with her. And he knew it. He didn't care.
"Sylva, Black? Are you two okay?" A voice snapped them out of it. Azura, standing on the top step to the laboratory, with Golden standing right behind her. Sylva gave him the 'god-help-us' look, sat down, and crisply stated,
"Fine. Just fine." Azura shrugged, and started checking her older sister over, cleaning the cuts and the gash on her cheek. Sylva snapped at her, and she backed right off. Black walked over to her, grabbed the ointment, and tended to Sylva himself. 'If she's gonna be awkward, I'll do it myself.' He thought. Azura was staring open mouthed, as the enterran carefully and skilfully cleaned the wounds, and put the ointment she had made on them. Some of Sylva's hair flopped down in front of her face, and Black gently pushed it out the way so he could reach the gash, which was bleeding. She smiled shyly at him, as he slid his finger down the open wound, covering it with cool ointment. Azura sure knew how to not get grains in her ointments. If that ever happened, she'd remake the whole thing, and do it again and again, until she got a creamy one. Sylva's wings, however, were healing themselves, but at all the wrong angles. Her eyes dimmed slightly, knowing they would have to be broken again to fix them properly. Azura noticed, too. She told Black to move out the way, so Sylva had more room to sort her wings out.
As Sylva raised her wings, Black caught on to what she was gonna do.
"Sylva, don't! You're going to break them again!" She looked at him softly, and replied quietly,
"That's the whole idea." She flared them out as far as they would go, and Azura and Golden had to hold the young black haired enterran back, as he struggled to stop Sylva.
"Watch what she does, Black. You'll understand afterwards." Azura whispered in his ear. She let go of his arm. He didn't try to break away this time. Golden also let go. Black fell to his knees on the floor, defeated. Sylva brought her wings down at a tremendous rate, sideways, and smacked them against the ground. Several cracks were heard, and Sylva winced visibly. She had managed to break her wings in the exact same places. Azura walked over to her, and gently lifted one of her wings. She held together the bones that had snapped in half, so they would fix themselves properly, and any fragments that stuck out she removed. At one point, she gestured Black over, and asked him to just hold a large bone, which had snapped, in place so it could heal correctly.
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Me: Sylvanyn appeared! That's not a good thing...*runs into the shadows to prevent people from throwing vegetables/ other stuff at her* Yipe! *hides under bed as nuclear missile flies through her room* R&R!!!!!!!!*runs from random pink bunnies that eat people* AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Windflame- Glad you reviewed, anyways. I'll get next chap done ASAP, 'kay?
Lilic angel/ golden angel/ golden mushrambos lover- *raises hands* Believe me, there's nothing wrong with liking Golden. I used to like Golden, before I got a crush on my original character, Black. At least you don't have a crush on EVIL Mushrambo... psycho dark side... *Glares at Pheon**sends you a clone of Golden Mushrambo. The one from my story* *to clone* make sure you give her a hug and a kiss when she wakes up, okay?*tries to revive you*
Golden:*thumbs up* Okay.
Pheon:*in defence of Evil Mushrambo* Well all the others were taken! And you have to admit, he is kinda cute!
Reviewers and authoress: 0.oU...*sweatdrop* Ookaayy...
Me: Let's just get this over with, okay? Kind of fluffy warning, here. *mutters* and I thought this was going to end up a humour...
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"See what being the water mistress can do?" The others nodded, dumbfounded. They heard a crash, and a curse. Black, recognising Sylva's voice, raced up to see what was going on. What he saw shocked him; that shock soon turned into overwhelming anger. Sylva was lying on the ground, her wings obviously broken. She was covered in cuts and bruises, and a long gash went down the side of her cheek. Her eyes still burned with defiance, but it was rapidly dying. Evil Mushrambo was cackling dangerously, his eyes ordering Sylva to give in, filled with a manic gleam that clearly said, 'you're gonna die!' Black's heart caught in his throat as the enterran Lord raised his sword above the girl's head. He looked away, waiting for a dull thud and Sylva's scream. It never came. He looked up, as the sword plummeted towards her. Black blinked. She was gone! But... where? He looked up. Nothing. Behind him, nothing. It was like she had dropped off the face of the planet. Evil Mushrambo was also looking for her; in the tiniest nooks and crannies.
Black suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, pushing him down. It was gone in an instant. Checking there was no-one watching, he slowly turned. And saw the largest Silverwolf he had ever seen. Its hackles raised, the creature bounded towards Evil Mushrambo with the speed of a river flowing. That fluid movement seemed familiar and comforting, somehow. Clawing at the enterran, the wolf changed directions and padded silently towards him. Black instinctively stepped backwards as it came close. The wolf stopped, sat back, and sat down so that he was protected from the enterran who had supposedly created him.
"It seems that beast has taken a liking to you, boy. Perhaps you should keep it as a pet." Came a sneer from nearby. The wolf growled and lowered its front, the obvious signal for 'hands off'. He simply laughed. The wolf snarled, and launched itself at him. Caught by surprise, Evil thrust out his arm to protect himself from the seemingly rabid creature biting at his arm. He threw it off like it was a rag doll. The Silverwolf was thrown against the stone wall, and was knocked out cold.
Black, however, drew his own weapon, a double ended spear with diamond edged blades at either end. Evil Mushrambo turned to face him, a smirk playing on his lips. His smirk disappeared as the wolf got up slowly, changed form to young Sylva, and quickly drew two spinning... things.
That was when all hell broke loose. The spinning things flew out of her hands and towards their enemy. He shrieked in pain as they cut through his wings and sides, as well as turning them to ice. They were really ice element blades, shrouded with energy. Black was still in shock over the whole wolf thing, but shook himself out of it and attacked with his spear, effectively slashing the enterran general in half and carding him. Sylva picked up his card, concentrated, then relaxed as the jewels that made it up split, and scattered.
"That's it, then. He's gone, and I'm... free." She turned to the teenage enterran. He was smiling, and she thought at that moment, 'that guy looks soo cute when he does smile.' Black had just taken a step towards her, when a voice cackled evilly,
"Not so fast, little wolf bitch. You forgot about me!" Sylva's eyes turned to slits, giving her the look of a slightly annoyed cat. Okay, more like a totally pissed off cat. The intruder had light blonde hair, with a bright yellow ribbon tying it back. Midnight blue eyes grinned dangerously, glinting with amusement. Tanned skin clashed with a white t-shirt and grey mini skirt. Black thought she looked like a cheerleader, but a badly dressed one at that. His warm green eyes turned cold, like green glass. Sylva shivered as she caught a glance from him. 'His eyes are like a frozen lake. They're empty, but there's so much depth in them...' As she was in her own world, the girl shouted out,
"Hey, _Sylvia_. How about you go crawl back into the hole you came from?!" She turned immediately, her eyes glaring daggers at the blonde girl.
"Sylvanyn, why don't you just get lost? 'Cause that enterran's mine, girl!" Sylvanyn laughed cruelly. But when she saw Sylva's eyes, they weren't pools of liquid silver, warm and gentle; they were steel blades, cold and hard. She gulped audibly. Sylva had meant every word, and she was gonna suffer for laughing. She backed off, jumped into the air, and flew away. Sylva allowed her eyes to go back to normal, as Black's became softer and warmer again. She breathed out heavily. 'Too close. Way too close.' She looked sideways at the enterran standing next to her, observing every move and the way his hair fanned out as he shook his head. He looked so... perfect. His pale, unmarred skin, those glittering eyes, that silky obsidian hair... He was just so perfect.
While she was watching him, Black was watching her. And he felt the same about her. Her glowing skin, that gold, silver-streaked mane of hair that flew everywhere in the windy courtyard, the silver, electric blue tinted eyes that just shone in the right light... Black was in love with her. And he knew it. He didn't care.
"Sylva, Black? Are you two okay?" A voice snapped them out of it. Azura, standing on the top step to the laboratory, with Golden standing right behind her. Sylva gave him the 'god-help-us' look, sat down, and crisply stated,
"Fine. Just fine." Azura shrugged, and started checking her older sister over, cleaning the cuts and the gash on her cheek. Sylva snapped at her, and she backed right off. Black walked over to her, grabbed the ointment, and tended to Sylva himself. 'If she's gonna be awkward, I'll do it myself.' He thought. Azura was staring open mouthed, as the enterran carefully and skilfully cleaned the wounds, and put the ointment she had made on them. Some of Sylva's hair flopped down in front of her face, and Black gently pushed it out the way so he could reach the gash, which was bleeding. She smiled shyly at him, as he slid his finger down the open wound, covering it with cool ointment. Azura sure knew how to not get grains in her ointments. If that ever happened, she'd remake the whole thing, and do it again and again, until she got a creamy one. Sylva's wings, however, were healing themselves, but at all the wrong angles. Her eyes dimmed slightly, knowing they would have to be broken again to fix them properly. Azura noticed, too. She told Black to move out the way, so Sylva had more room to sort her wings out.
As Sylva raised her wings, Black caught on to what she was gonna do.
"Sylva, don't! You're going to break them again!" She looked at him softly, and replied quietly,
"That's the whole idea." She flared them out as far as they would go, and Azura and Golden had to hold the young black haired enterran back, as he struggled to stop Sylva.
"Watch what she does, Black. You'll understand afterwards." Azura whispered in his ear. She let go of his arm. He didn't try to break away this time. Golden also let go. Black fell to his knees on the floor, defeated. Sylva brought her wings down at a tremendous rate, sideways, and smacked them against the ground. Several cracks were heard, and Sylva winced visibly. She had managed to break her wings in the exact same places. Azura walked over to her, and gently lifted one of her wings. She held together the bones that had snapped in half, so they would fix themselves properly, and any fragments that stuck out she removed. At one point, she gestured Black over, and asked him to just hold a large bone, which had snapped, in place so it could heal correctly.
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Me: Sylvanyn appeared! That's not a good thing...*runs into the shadows to prevent people from throwing vegetables/ other stuff at her* Yipe! *hides under bed as nuclear missile flies through her room* R&R!!!!!!!!*runs from random pink bunnies that eat people* AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!