Ok, I can see my first chapter didn't exactly blow anyone away because no
one reviewed. Fine. Be that way. Don't tell me how to make it better.
Hurmph.
On to the next chapter!! I'm going to update until I get at least one review. Ha.
WAIT!! STOP THE PRESSES!!
I GOT A REVIEW!!! YAAAAY!!
Thank you Jezowen!! Here's the chapter!
Don't worry about me, I'm insane.
***
The girl sat on the bed. Angua stood in the doorway, looking around at the sparsely furnished room.
"So, where are you from?" asked the watchwoman.
"The mountains, hubwards and a smidgen windershins."
Angua nodded, "Why'd you come here?"
"What is this, an interrogation? I mean, you don't even know my name!"
"Alright, what's your name?"
"Kira."
"Fine, Kira, why did you come here?"
The girl glared. "That's private," she said, and pausing, added softly, "werewolf."
Angua blinked in surprise, "How did you know that? What are you, girl?"
"I SAW it all right? And since when does a werewolf have trouble identifying a scent?"
"You saw it? How? And, excuse me, missy, but I don't exactly know every scent in the world, all right??"
Kira looked at her and, grudgingly, gave in. She deflated slightly and flopped onto the bed. She sighed.
"Well?" asked Angua, a bit more kindly, "What /are/ you, child? What are you going to do in this city for a living? Become a - a seamstress? If you ran away from home, that was a bad idea, it's not safe in this city. I should know."
The girl sat up, "A seamstress? Nah, I'm no good with sewing. And I didn't run away."
Angua waited a minute, "So, what are you?"
"Me? Oh, I'm nothing and no one."
"I didn't ask /who/ you are, I asked /what/ you are."
The girl looked like she wanted to glare at Angua, but didn't. She murmured something.
"What was that? A bit louder, please."
"I'm a werehawk."
***
And thus my creation is unveiled!!! Muh ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!! (Ack, no, too many exclamations!! I'm insane!!!!)
Note to self: Don't eat so much chocolate.
On to the next chapter!! I'm going to update until I get at least one review. Ha.
WAIT!! STOP THE PRESSES!!
I GOT A REVIEW!!! YAAAAY!!
Thank you Jezowen!! Here's the chapter!
Don't worry about me, I'm insane.
***
The girl sat on the bed. Angua stood in the doorway, looking around at the sparsely furnished room.
"So, where are you from?" asked the watchwoman.
"The mountains, hubwards and a smidgen windershins."
Angua nodded, "Why'd you come here?"
"What is this, an interrogation? I mean, you don't even know my name!"
"Alright, what's your name?"
"Kira."
"Fine, Kira, why did you come here?"
The girl glared. "That's private," she said, and pausing, added softly, "werewolf."
Angua blinked in surprise, "How did you know that? What are you, girl?"
"I SAW it all right? And since when does a werewolf have trouble identifying a scent?"
"You saw it? How? And, excuse me, missy, but I don't exactly know every scent in the world, all right??"
Kira looked at her and, grudgingly, gave in. She deflated slightly and flopped onto the bed. She sighed.
"Well?" asked Angua, a bit more kindly, "What /are/ you, child? What are you going to do in this city for a living? Become a - a seamstress? If you ran away from home, that was a bad idea, it's not safe in this city. I should know."
The girl sat up, "A seamstress? Nah, I'm no good with sewing. And I didn't run away."
Angua waited a minute, "So, what are you?"
"Me? Oh, I'm nothing and no one."
"I didn't ask /who/ you are, I asked /what/ you are."
The girl looked like she wanted to glare at Angua, but didn't. She murmured something.
"What was that? A bit louder, please."
"I'm a werehawk."
***
And thus my creation is unveiled!!! Muh ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!! (Ack, no, too many exclamations!! I'm insane!!!!)
Note to self: Don't eat so much chocolate.