Bad Influence- Just like my dad
1.1 By Rozi
**I doubt anything like this will happen; this is all just wishful thinking. It's not got a real story line, it's just plodding along for my own amusement and because other people asked my to add chapters.. So if you don't like it, you asked me! NAH! **
Carrot sat on his chair and stared thoughtfully at the little youth who stood in front of his desk.
"Alright Rex, if I said to you 'Hergeez gr'ah thung,' what would you say?"
The little boy screwed up his face in thought for a moment and said, "Er. 'Yoth hak'ra da. er. thy'rug.'"
Carrot beamed happily "Well done, you're defiantly coming along on those verbs, but the past tense is a little rusty," he said encouragingly.
"Past tense is a little hard," Rex replied with a blush, drilling his foot into the floor bashfully, "but I think I got the hang of the accent."
"Definitely," Carrot said, "it's a pity your sister isn't as keen on learning dwarfish as you are."
Rex shrugged "I'm sure she will do some day," he conceded, "She's probably a little busy."
Carrot nodded again "You ought to go and find her, speaking of which," he got out of his chair, "Angua and I are going on duty soon, she went to have a talk with your teacher so she'll be back in a minute."
Rex's face took on a mask of panic.
"Rex, I'm sure Miss Sto Helit will only have good things to say about you and Elsa. You're both very bright and helpful. well maybe Elsa could behave herself better and control her temper. but it will be alright," Carrot stood up and pushed back his chair carefully.
"Okay dad," Rex looked up at Carrot, "I'll be back soon, and shall I ask Sam home as well?"
Carrot picked up his helmet from his desk "Sure, Mr Vimes will probably want him home soon to. He's got duty in The Shades."
Rex went out of the office, stopped at the door and turned "Bye dad!" He cried and ran out to find his sister.
Carrot smiled to himself, he smoothed back his hair, placed his helmet on his head and thought 'All in all, I couldn't have asked for better children.'
Rex leant against the wall, he rocked on his heels when he was waiting and he hummed.
Rex was quite tall for his age, he was five, but he could have easily passed for six or even eight. His strawberry blonde hair sat neatly on his head, his blue eyes radiated innocence and he even had little boyish muscles.
In pretty much every aspect, Rex was his father's son.
He did have one major difference, but it wasn't visible to very many people. It was quite a strange thing really, but not if you looked at his family history.
Round about this time of the month, he got really bad headaches.
And an urge to scratch his ear with his hind leg.
It wasn't a life-changing trait; it wasn't visible outwardly. In fact it was barely a burden on his life. It just meant he had to avoid carts and lampposts.
And cats.
It didn't bother him really; it was nothing to worry about after all.
His twin sister on the other hand.
He walked idly into an alley; they held no danger for him, if anyone were lurking in there he would usually greet them with a friendly "Hello Mr Nails! My dad wants to know if you have paid off those thieves' guild licence payments yet? Only if you were having trouble I could fetch him for you."
Rex admired his dad, and his mother come to that.
For Rex's fifth birthday he had got a wooden sword that his dad had made for him. It wasn't much use as a weapon (unless he met a vampire in a dark alley), but he carried it, even to school in the same way his father carried his.
He respected his mother and admired her to, he was fairly fluent in Uberwaldian as well as dwarfish, he couldn't transform into a wolf, but he had the sense of smell and he could speak canine.
But his dad, he looked up to him, in a rather more literal sense and thought highly of him more.
Right now. he could smell...
He turned to see a.... dog wasn't the right word; it was small, furry, insofar as a wolf pup could grin it was grinning.
"El-" Rex began.
The pup leapt at him, with quite a force and knocked him back to the cobbles.
"OW!"
He winced and sat up; the wolf pup was sitting on his chest with a smug expression. "Gotcha!" It cried, "Should have been ready!"
Elsa leapt off of him and sat wagging her tail.
Rex rubbed his back "Dad says we need to get home, do you know where Sam is?"
"He's going to meet us," Elsa said, "I'll just go and change."
Rex waited outside a side alley for his sister to emerge; she walked out trying without success to tidy her hair and straightening her shirt.
Elsa didn't really admire anyone as such, but the closest thing was that she respected her mother. After all, they were the same species.
Werewolf genetics are incredibly fickle to say the least and when human blood is involved it can make things even more difficult.
However, when Rex and Elsa were born their parents slight panic was over.
One was human and the other was a werewolf.
Apart from the usual customary "grabbing the father's finger in an unbelievably cute way" (Elsa had bit it) they were perfectly normal, healthy babies. and pup.
Carrot and Angua couldn't have been more proud of their children.
Elsa was a little smaller than her brother; her long strawberry blonde hair was usually tied back into a ponytail or a plait.
In wolf form, if you wanted to be lazy in description, you could see she was a smaller version of her mother, except she fur was slightly redder and shorter.
She had the general stance and attitude of a girl that had long ago said "no" to anything pink, fluffy or as she put it "girlie". Her knees were always grazed or caked in mud and she refused OUTRIGHT to go any where near a bath.
She was in many ways very different to her brother.
She had very little patience and her temper threatened to snap at any given time. Her mother could see where she got that from.
Rex and Elsa were among probably the most respected children in the neighbourhood, but they weren't the only ones. There was one more. He had been their friend since they were babies; his dad knew their dad and he caused as much trouble as Elsa ever could.
His name was Sam Vimes... just like his dad.
To Be Continued...
1.1 By Rozi
**I doubt anything like this will happen; this is all just wishful thinking. It's not got a real story line, it's just plodding along for my own amusement and because other people asked my to add chapters.. So if you don't like it, you asked me! NAH! **
Carrot sat on his chair and stared thoughtfully at the little youth who stood in front of his desk.
"Alright Rex, if I said to you 'Hergeez gr'ah thung,' what would you say?"
The little boy screwed up his face in thought for a moment and said, "Er. 'Yoth hak'ra da. er. thy'rug.'"
Carrot beamed happily "Well done, you're defiantly coming along on those verbs, but the past tense is a little rusty," he said encouragingly.
"Past tense is a little hard," Rex replied with a blush, drilling his foot into the floor bashfully, "but I think I got the hang of the accent."
"Definitely," Carrot said, "it's a pity your sister isn't as keen on learning dwarfish as you are."
Rex shrugged "I'm sure she will do some day," he conceded, "She's probably a little busy."
Carrot nodded again "You ought to go and find her, speaking of which," he got out of his chair, "Angua and I are going on duty soon, she went to have a talk with your teacher so she'll be back in a minute."
Rex's face took on a mask of panic.
"Rex, I'm sure Miss Sto Helit will only have good things to say about you and Elsa. You're both very bright and helpful. well maybe Elsa could behave herself better and control her temper. but it will be alright," Carrot stood up and pushed back his chair carefully.
"Okay dad," Rex looked up at Carrot, "I'll be back soon, and shall I ask Sam home as well?"
Carrot picked up his helmet from his desk "Sure, Mr Vimes will probably want him home soon to. He's got duty in The Shades."
Rex went out of the office, stopped at the door and turned "Bye dad!" He cried and ran out to find his sister.
Carrot smiled to himself, he smoothed back his hair, placed his helmet on his head and thought 'All in all, I couldn't have asked for better children.'
Rex leant against the wall, he rocked on his heels when he was waiting and he hummed.
Rex was quite tall for his age, he was five, but he could have easily passed for six or even eight. His strawberry blonde hair sat neatly on his head, his blue eyes radiated innocence and he even had little boyish muscles.
In pretty much every aspect, Rex was his father's son.
He did have one major difference, but it wasn't visible to very many people. It was quite a strange thing really, but not if you looked at his family history.
Round about this time of the month, he got really bad headaches.
And an urge to scratch his ear with his hind leg.
It wasn't a life-changing trait; it wasn't visible outwardly. In fact it was barely a burden on his life. It just meant he had to avoid carts and lampposts.
And cats.
It didn't bother him really; it was nothing to worry about after all.
His twin sister on the other hand.
He walked idly into an alley; they held no danger for him, if anyone were lurking in there he would usually greet them with a friendly "Hello Mr Nails! My dad wants to know if you have paid off those thieves' guild licence payments yet? Only if you were having trouble I could fetch him for you."
Rex admired his dad, and his mother come to that.
For Rex's fifth birthday he had got a wooden sword that his dad had made for him. It wasn't much use as a weapon (unless he met a vampire in a dark alley), but he carried it, even to school in the same way his father carried his.
He respected his mother and admired her to, he was fairly fluent in Uberwaldian as well as dwarfish, he couldn't transform into a wolf, but he had the sense of smell and he could speak canine.
But his dad, he looked up to him, in a rather more literal sense and thought highly of him more.
Right now. he could smell...
He turned to see a.... dog wasn't the right word; it was small, furry, insofar as a wolf pup could grin it was grinning.
"El-" Rex began.
The pup leapt at him, with quite a force and knocked him back to the cobbles.
"OW!"
He winced and sat up; the wolf pup was sitting on his chest with a smug expression. "Gotcha!" It cried, "Should have been ready!"
Elsa leapt off of him and sat wagging her tail.
Rex rubbed his back "Dad says we need to get home, do you know where Sam is?"
"He's going to meet us," Elsa said, "I'll just go and change."
Rex waited outside a side alley for his sister to emerge; she walked out trying without success to tidy her hair and straightening her shirt.
Elsa didn't really admire anyone as such, but the closest thing was that she respected her mother. After all, they were the same species.
Werewolf genetics are incredibly fickle to say the least and when human blood is involved it can make things even more difficult.
However, when Rex and Elsa were born their parents slight panic was over.
One was human and the other was a werewolf.
Apart from the usual customary "grabbing the father's finger in an unbelievably cute way" (Elsa had bit it) they were perfectly normal, healthy babies. and pup.
Carrot and Angua couldn't have been more proud of their children.
Elsa was a little smaller than her brother; her long strawberry blonde hair was usually tied back into a ponytail or a plait.
In wolf form, if you wanted to be lazy in description, you could see she was a smaller version of her mother, except she fur was slightly redder and shorter.
She had the general stance and attitude of a girl that had long ago said "no" to anything pink, fluffy or as she put it "girlie". Her knees were always grazed or caked in mud and she refused OUTRIGHT to go any where near a bath.
She was in many ways very different to her brother.
She had very little patience and her temper threatened to snap at any given time. Her mother could see where she got that from.
Rex and Elsa were among probably the most respected children in the neighbourhood, but they weren't the only ones. There was one more. He had been their friend since they were babies; his dad knew their dad and he caused as much trouble as Elsa ever could.
His name was Sam Vimes... just like his dad.
To Be Continued...
