A/N 'Ello! I'm glad your reading my story. It's nice to know.
There isn't much to say, except that I thank you all. Begin the story!
Disclaimer: I own a bow, a fake sword, a laptop (95 Microsoft) and my room. Don't make me explain what I DON'T have. That would take quite a few seasons.
(Chapter Two)
"Tagg! Come in!" Sawney Rath spread my paws wide. "Vixen, get my warrior something to eat. Sit down, Tagg."
The otter sat, his dark eyes watching the fox putter around.
"Ah, Zann Juskarath Taggerung! Thee hast been doing well, I've heard." Grissoul offered a bowl of some sort of thick soupy substance and a flask of damson wine. He accepted them, and drank from the flagon, and downed the soup. Sawney chuckled.
"My, Tagg, you have an appetite!"
The Taggerung smiled. "Yes, Sawney. I was hungry. By the way, where's Gruven?"
Sawney's smile faded. "Why do you want to know that, son?"
Tagg shrugged. "I think that stoat is after me again. At least, he acted like it, slinking off into the woodlands with his sword." He didn't mention that Gruven had attempted to stab him during the night again- Sawney didn't need to know. Anyway, Tagg had paralyzed his left paw and arm until mid- afternoon. Had Sawney been there, he would have been ordered to slay the stupid stoat, but Tagg had never slain anybody.
Sawney snorted. "Well, that idiot could never slay you. Why don't you kill him, Tagg?"
Tagg shrugged again, a common gesture. "He is stupid, and doesn't know any better. I bet he's slew me millions- in dreams, anyhow." He paused, then held up the bowl. "Any more food, Grissoul?"
Sawney kept the puzzled expression off his face and remained with an unemotional countenance. He chortled. "Yes, vixen, we want to keep our Taggerung well fed!"
A pair of angry eyes watched them from a distance. They slipped away, going to a tent under two rocks. Antigra was in there, stirring a pot of something bubbling with a reed.
She looked at her son, who sheathed his sword and smelt the soup. "What were you doing, Gruven?"
Gruven clenched his paws, the steam rising around his face, giving an eerie look. "That stinkin' otter gets more attention then a real Juskabeast, me!"
Antigra poured some broth into a conch shell. "Here, Gruven." She held it out to him. "'Tis boiled mackerel juice and powdered herbs."
The jealous stoat ignored his mother, focusing on himself. "Aye, and that cursed clan chief, huh, some chief, calls an otter his son!"
Antigra hit her son over the head with the hot reed stirrer. "Don't go about challenging the Taggerung again. We will get our chance soon. Sawney is getting older now, weaker too!"
Gruven slammed his paws on the rock to his left. "The chance is now! I want to strike now! I want-"
"What you want cannot happen until a few seasons more! Slay him when he is not ready!"
Gruven glared at his mother. "That is now! When he is cooing over that stupid otter, we can kill him, and the otter too!"
Antigra shook her head, placing the bowl down. "Listen, Gruven-"
Gruven stamped out of the shelter. "I'm not listening to you or anybeast!" He slunk towards the tent of Sawney Rath.
Antigra hissed, "No, son!"
But the stoat was poised, wanting his revenge. Sword drawn in front of him, he yelled, "Look here, otter!"
Tagg did not look, but dodged to the side, secretly clasping the blade of Sawney Rath in his paws. Gruven stabbed inward at the tent, yelling.
Tagg swiftly grasped the blade of the knife and hit Gruven on the head with the sapphire pommel stone.
The stoat slumped over, his sword sliding down with him. Sawney kicked the unconscious stoat with obvious distaste. "Kill him, Tagg, he tried to do the same to you!"
Tagg shook his head. "Nay, he is a foolish beast, and that would be like slaying him for living. Let him live- his embarrassment should kill his ego anyway." He went back in the tent, handing Sawney the blade.
Sawney seemed to think about throwing the knife at Gruven's head, then decided not to. Laughing, he stuck it in his belt and looked at the glaring Antigra. "Haha, your son can't chase his tail if he tried! He's as dumb as your mate! The name Gruven must do it, eh?"
Antigra held her tongue, but muttered when he left, "One day, I shall slay you- and when I do, I dance over your carcass!"
(Later that day, nighttime)
Tagg slumbered beneath the stars, his fierce tattooed face serene. In his paw was clasped Sawney Rath's blade. A dragonfly fluttered down and landed on his ear. The otter did not even twitch. He was too deeply immersed in his dreams.
He was in a cradle, and heard rushing water around him. A voice from behind him said, "Hoho, what a riverdog you're goin' t'be! Not only got that back wet in runnin' water, but you nearly swam away from your ole dad..." The voice carried on. Tagg felt peaceful, and smelt deep woodlands.
The dream whirled around like a maelstrom, showing flashes of other otters, mice, and even a huge badger. Finally, the mouse wielding a sword appeared.
"Deyna!"
Tagg had no recollection of the dream in the morning.
(End Chapter Two)
A/N Ah, yet another chapter ending. I can hear the angry yells from the reviewers...
Actually, I'm kind of curious- this is really random, but what is your favorite Redwall creature between the two, otter or squirrel? I like otter, but strongly admire squirrels. Both are great warriors, and brandish long range weapons, a sling and a bow, but I just want to know what you think.
Please review! Sorry that this chapter is short, but it is that way. Can't help it. Well, I can, but I prefer this chapter short. See ya next chappie, chaps and chapessess.
There isn't much to say, except that I thank you all. Begin the story!
Disclaimer: I own a bow, a fake sword, a laptop (95 Microsoft) and my room. Don't make me explain what I DON'T have. That would take quite a few seasons.
(Chapter Two)
"Tagg! Come in!" Sawney Rath spread my paws wide. "Vixen, get my warrior something to eat. Sit down, Tagg."
The otter sat, his dark eyes watching the fox putter around.
"Ah, Zann Juskarath Taggerung! Thee hast been doing well, I've heard." Grissoul offered a bowl of some sort of thick soupy substance and a flask of damson wine. He accepted them, and drank from the flagon, and downed the soup. Sawney chuckled.
"My, Tagg, you have an appetite!"
The Taggerung smiled. "Yes, Sawney. I was hungry. By the way, where's Gruven?"
Sawney's smile faded. "Why do you want to know that, son?"
Tagg shrugged. "I think that stoat is after me again. At least, he acted like it, slinking off into the woodlands with his sword." He didn't mention that Gruven had attempted to stab him during the night again- Sawney didn't need to know. Anyway, Tagg had paralyzed his left paw and arm until mid- afternoon. Had Sawney been there, he would have been ordered to slay the stupid stoat, but Tagg had never slain anybody.
Sawney snorted. "Well, that idiot could never slay you. Why don't you kill him, Tagg?"
Tagg shrugged again, a common gesture. "He is stupid, and doesn't know any better. I bet he's slew me millions- in dreams, anyhow." He paused, then held up the bowl. "Any more food, Grissoul?"
Sawney kept the puzzled expression off his face and remained with an unemotional countenance. He chortled. "Yes, vixen, we want to keep our Taggerung well fed!"
A pair of angry eyes watched them from a distance. They slipped away, going to a tent under two rocks. Antigra was in there, stirring a pot of something bubbling with a reed.
She looked at her son, who sheathed his sword and smelt the soup. "What were you doing, Gruven?"
Gruven clenched his paws, the steam rising around his face, giving an eerie look. "That stinkin' otter gets more attention then a real Juskabeast, me!"
Antigra poured some broth into a conch shell. "Here, Gruven." She held it out to him. "'Tis boiled mackerel juice and powdered herbs."
The jealous stoat ignored his mother, focusing on himself. "Aye, and that cursed clan chief, huh, some chief, calls an otter his son!"
Antigra hit her son over the head with the hot reed stirrer. "Don't go about challenging the Taggerung again. We will get our chance soon. Sawney is getting older now, weaker too!"
Gruven slammed his paws on the rock to his left. "The chance is now! I want to strike now! I want-"
"What you want cannot happen until a few seasons more! Slay him when he is not ready!"
Gruven glared at his mother. "That is now! When he is cooing over that stupid otter, we can kill him, and the otter too!"
Antigra shook her head, placing the bowl down. "Listen, Gruven-"
Gruven stamped out of the shelter. "I'm not listening to you or anybeast!" He slunk towards the tent of Sawney Rath.
Antigra hissed, "No, son!"
But the stoat was poised, wanting his revenge. Sword drawn in front of him, he yelled, "Look here, otter!"
Tagg did not look, but dodged to the side, secretly clasping the blade of Sawney Rath in his paws. Gruven stabbed inward at the tent, yelling.
Tagg swiftly grasped the blade of the knife and hit Gruven on the head with the sapphire pommel stone.
The stoat slumped over, his sword sliding down with him. Sawney kicked the unconscious stoat with obvious distaste. "Kill him, Tagg, he tried to do the same to you!"
Tagg shook his head. "Nay, he is a foolish beast, and that would be like slaying him for living. Let him live- his embarrassment should kill his ego anyway." He went back in the tent, handing Sawney the blade.
Sawney seemed to think about throwing the knife at Gruven's head, then decided not to. Laughing, he stuck it in his belt and looked at the glaring Antigra. "Haha, your son can't chase his tail if he tried! He's as dumb as your mate! The name Gruven must do it, eh?"
Antigra held her tongue, but muttered when he left, "One day, I shall slay you- and when I do, I dance over your carcass!"
(Later that day, nighttime)
Tagg slumbered beneath the stars, his fierce tattooed face serene. In his paw was clasped Sawney Rath's blade. A dragonfly fluttered down and landed on his ear. The otter did not even twitch. He was too deeply immersed in his dreams.
He was in a cradle, and heard rushing water around him. A voice from behind him said, "Hoho, what a riverdog you're goin' t'be! Not only got that back wet in runnin' water, but you nearly swam away from your ole dad..." The voice carried on. Tagg felt peaceful, and smelt deep woodlands.
The dream whirled around like a maelstrom, showing flashes of other otters, mice, and even a huge badger. Finally, the mouse wielding a sword appeared.
"Deyna!"
Tagg had no recollection of the dream in the morning.
(End Chapter Two)
A/N Ah, yet another chapter ending. I can hear the angry yells from the reviewers...
Actually, I'm kind of curious- this is really random, but what is your favorite Redwall creature between the two, otter or squirrel? I like otter, but strongly admire squirrels. Both are great warriors, and brandish long range weapons, a sling and a bow, but I just want to know what you think.
Please review! Sorry that this chapter is short, but it is that way. Can't help it. Well, I can, but I prefer this chapter short. See ya next chappie, chaps and chapessess.