Okay...thanks...that whole-day break was refreshing! Actually...not. I live in
New Mexico. We get, like, one good rain a year here, and guess what? today
we got that rain during my whole-day break. And...my dad dragged me to a
baseball game!!! In short, I sat for three hours in the rain, waiting for
the stupid baseball people to stop delaying the game. I sat for /THREE
HOURS/ in pouring rain until they decided to cancel the hell-born, simple-
minded, gods-cursed, Mithros-damned, Demon-created BASEBALL GAME!!!
::rants::
Okay...Here we go...to all of my reviewers for chapters four and five...(this could take a while—there /is/ a chapter down there somewhere, but I just feel like I have to reply to all of my reviewers...)
imperfectionist-angel185: Thank you! I /will/ continue writing and updating for reviewers like you!
PsychoLioness13: Thanks. I'm trying to make the chapters as long as possible, but it's hard. I like making people happy, but I need to think of a long idea before I can write a long chappie.
Lioness Fury: Thank you lots! I'm trying to continue as fast as possible!
Wake-Robin: Thank you /loads/! Thank you for telling me the parts of character you like about Peachblossom—it helps me when it comes to writing more successful chapters
dragon shadows: No, I don't think you implied I sounded greedy—well, some times people types weird things in chat talk (no offense) and I...er...don't really understand them so I interpret them to what I /think/ the person is saying... Thanks though! I love all of my reviews too much to squabble about one...especially when you apologized for something you didn't do, and everything...
Erkith: Ummm...I made "Nalinamar" (the word) up. I just threw together a bunch of consonants and vowels until it sounded...well...peaceful. The thing that I interpret when I read about Dom's flirting in canon is that just because Dom flirts with her doesn't mean that he thinks of her any differently. I mean, just because, in Lady Knight, all of Kel's friends call her "mother", that doesn't mean any of them actually /think/ of her like a mother...did that make sense? Oh well...maybe my story is just completely ooc and I shouldn't even try to explain...
Lady Knight Wolfy: Thank you so much! Thank you for telling me which ideas you especially like, and thank you for reassuring me that my fourth chapter wasn't a complete waste!
dreamerdoll: I LOVE YOUR FICS!!! (could you please please please please please please PLEASE write more to your one untitled Kel/Dom fic? Please? you can't stop and leave us in the dark!) ::faints:: one of my favorite authors said my very first fic was great? ::sobs with happiness:: you have no idea how happy that comment has made me! ::cries:: thank you so much! ::sniff:: Thank you for telling me Peachblossom is in character...I'll keep him that way. Thank you for telling me about my spelling error. "burial" has always been an evil word for me, and my spell-check is all screwy ::grumbles:: If I put he't, it is probably something like he's or he'd...sorry I can't be more specific! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you!!!
GKBDoM: Thank you for the advise and compliments! I really love advise, and maybe this might just work for me...
Lady Light: Thank you so much! I feel so happy each time I read a review like yours that says you like my junk! Thank you!
Lil' Dixie: You're coming to /me/ for advise? I've never been so touched! Thank you so much...I mean, this is only my first fic... my major hint to you is it seems that reviewers like good description, and using new adjectives, not just the same ones over and over...just because the audience should know what Dom looks like, doesn't mean you can't help their imagination a bit...
SeaStar: Thank you! Each of your reviews makes me happier and happier! I love loyal reviewers like you! You make my day!
rootless californian: yeah. I hate it when people make Kel sound ignorant...in this she proves that /at least/ she knows what all little girls in her time period know...it's not like she /wasn't/ a little girl once!
Lady Anglique of mystiqu: Yay! I'm unique in the good way! ::does unique dance:: I love it when Neal is squeakiful...
Erkith: Thank you! I love Kel/Dom! It makes me happy...maiden taming? Hmm...Dom could do some of that...
Keladry of Masbolle: Umm...please don't choke yourself? I really don't want to be sued at your expense... Thanks for...err...caring, though!
SirPuma: I know chapter four wasn't as good, but thanks for reading anyways. I love it when people admit they like my stuff even when it's not in its prime! Thank you! I'll try to make Neal more sarcastic though...
Disclaimer: Me. No. Own. Simple, yet affective.
Okay, before you guys strangle me for the delay (like that baseball game! ::raves:: )...
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Chapter Six: This is War
Third company dug trenches for the burial (A/N: thank you dreamerdoll!!!) of the bandits, then set off for Corus once again. It was so close, they could practically /smell/ the hot baths and dry cloths it would bring.
For the rest of the way, Peachblossom was oddly silent. Neal ventured a line of a poem, and the gelding did not even glance at him. The horse just glared at the back of Nalinamar with hate and continued walking. By the time they reached the Palace stables, Kel was handling him almost like a bomb...one that could explode at any moment.
Is he ill? Kel thought, baffled. Peachblossom had never been like this before. He hadn't really ever been /quiet/ before, let alone quiet and looking like he was brooding about something.
"Neal, could you come here please?" Kel asked sweetly. Neal looked rather suspicious at her tone of voice but decided it was better to go to her and get whatever it was over with than to have her force him to do it. He slowly, carefully, hesitantly walked over to her. She grabbed his arm and dragged him unceremoniously to Peachblossom's stall, ignoring his yelps of terror.
"Kel, keep me away from that monster! I wish to live!" His voice was high and squeaky with fear, and Kel was almost satisfied to see that he had called her "Kel". Apparently he was so afraid that his sarcasm was starting to desolve—he hadn't called her "my dear lady knight" or "love" or any such nonsense.
Neal stopped completely and wouldn't budge an inch when he and Kel were within ten paces of the "stall of doom". Although Neal stood up straight like he was going to tell her something, she just shoved him in the stall's direction. Just as Neal's luck goes, he was pushed, then tripped over his own feet about a foot in front of the door, making him fall on his stomach. He slid the last few inches until his head and shoulders were completely under the stall door.
Neal screamed loudly and shuffled backwards, trying to escape. Three times he tried to stand up, only to bonk his head or lower back on the bottom of the door. He was squealing hysterically now, scrabbling at the straw- covered floor for any way to push himself out of the stall.
Peachblossom just glanced at him. The horse had more important things on his mind. Finally, when Peachblossom's squeaky toy wouldn't leave him alone or stop making noises he would usually make only when bit, the gelding simply took one of his giant hooves and pushed Neal gently out of the stall.
Neal slid out from under the door unharmed, his eyes wide with wonder. He whispered hoarsely, "I have seen a miracle."
Kel stared for what seemed like hours before she was able to recollect herself and go off to find Daine. Peachblossom was more seriously ill than she had thought. =:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=
The WildMage came as quickly as possible, following Kel out to the stables to see Peachblossom.
Daine gave the gelding a thorough examination, then tried to talk to him. The horse simply seemed to be grumbling to himself. The only word Daine could detect out of his dark mutterings was "unicorns".
Daine assured Kel that the horse was fine...just, preoccupied. Kel was confused (since when was a horse preoccupied?), but simply nodded in understanding. That's what happens when animals have been around the Palace for long...they start to, well, be not-animal-like.
=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=
Peachblossom's POV:
Day 2 since war is declared: I have observed the enemy today. There is something suspicious about them... They are just as "perfect" as usual. Little do they know, I am aware of their secrets...now, just to find out what their secrets are... Today my squeaky toy came to me with a whole bucket of oats. He bowed to me repeatedly and said things about giving tribute to "the merciful and wonderful horse god for sparing his miserable life". The "tribute" was good, but I was too busy thinking of battle strategies to bite him. Two- leggers (especially this one) can be /sooooooo/ stupid. What would they do without us higher life-forms to help them? Whenever the squeaky toy comes near my stall, he bows. It's getting annoying. Maybe I'll have to bite him to get him to stop...
=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=
Two days after arriving back at Corus, strange things started happening.
A bucket of nails that were used for repairing stalls had been left in the stables...near Peachblossom's stall. The unicorns had been stabled earlier. They had all been put next to each other in spare stalls which happened to be...near Peachblossom's. One morning three unicorns had to see Daine because they had lost or cracked teeth due to the fact that there /just happened to be/ nails in their hay. Numerous nails were also found littered all over the stall floors.
Three days after that a unicorn woke up in the morning with what appeared to be a metal ring from a bridle on its horn. The unicorn immediately started to shake its head and toss its horn—which is why it didn't notice the wall until it ran into it. Its horn had to be cut out of the wall because it was imbedded three inches deep. Two more of theses mysterious rings were found on the ground in the unicorn's stall.
Whenever Kel rode on Peachblossom and the Unicorns were along, the immortals seemed to mysteriously trip and stumble often.
The strangest thing of all was the fact that Peachblossom was acting /nice/. He never grumbled, didn't bite anyone (including Neal!) and worked twice as hard as usual, especially when any of the unicorns were present.
=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=
Peachblossom's POV:
Day 3 since war is declared: Today I discovered a tin pail of what appeared to be pointy metal spikes outside my stall. I believe they were once called "nails" by Daine. In my stall I found the wooden comb thing that my personal two-legger uses to untangle my tail and mane. I found that if I grasped it in between my teeth and stuck it out of my stall door, hooked the pail's edge in between two of its teeth, and pulled, the bucket would topple over, giving me access to the spilled spike things.
Day 4 since war was declared: Last night I found what I could do with the spiky metal things. After practicing my aim for about two hours, I was able to spit the iron nail-things into the enemy's hay troughs. Very pleased with self—this morning three of the foe were eating their morning hay when they bit into nails, breaking or cracking teeth—all three had to visit Daine. Stupid WildMage—thought she was on my side.
Day 6 since war was declared: I have been working especially hard lately—the stupid, horn-headed dolts don't stand a chance when I do my best. Haha. Soon the rest of the stupid two-leggers will /have/ to think I'm better if I keep this up.
The unicorns don't seem to get that I am superior. Although I was able to bite one on the rump yesterday, It healed its self. Stupid unicorn. I'll just have to do something to prove to them that I am /always/ better.
Day 7 since war was declared: I have come up with the perfect plan. Today when I was passing by the spare tack (A/N: is that the way you spell that word when talking about horse equipment?) parts and was able to smuggle five rings from bridles away in my mouth. I know what I'm doing with them...the plan goes into play tonight.
Day 8 since war was declared: I practiced aiming a little more last night before using the rings. I was on my third ring before I was able to shoot it neatly onto one of the unicorn's horns. Stupid unicorn. Didn't even wake up.
This morning, however, it /did/ see the ring on its nose when it awoke. It immediately began running in circles, shaking its head and bucking its horn. Stupid unicorn. It ran straight into a wall and got its horn stuck three inches deep. Haha.
Better yet, whenever my pet two-legger takes me out so she can get onto my back, I trip and nip at the unicorns whenever they're not looking (they always insist on coming. Stupid Unicorns). Because they trip and jump so much, people are starting to doubt their gracefulness.
Those wussy, sissy, prissy, arrogant, cocky, haughty, /stupid/ unicorns don't stand a chance.
Okay...umm...there's chapter six. I know it's pretty lame, but I'm not sure exactly what to put next. Truth be told, I didn't plan this "horsy war" at all. It just kinda came along.
Umm...I'm thinking about changing the title because it's not really about "flesh-eating" unicorns any more. It is a good title, and has served its purpose, but I'm not sure if it describes the story overly well. I want suggestions! Tell me what you think this story should be called if not "FleshEating Unicorns"!!!
And don't forget...REVIEW!!!
Okay...Here we go...to all of my reviewers for chapters four and five...(this could take a while—there /is/ a chapter down there somewhere, but I just feel like I have to reply to all of my reviewers...)
imperfectionist-angel185: Thank you! I /will/ continue writing and updating for reviewers like you!
PsychoLioness13: Thanks. I'm trying to make the chapters as long as possible, but it's hard. I like making people happy, but I need to think of a long idea before I can write a long chappie.
Lioness Fury: Thank you lots! I'm trying to continue as fast as possible!
Wake-Robin: Thank you /loads/! Thank you for telling me the parts of character you like about Peachblossom—it helps me when it comes to writing more successful chapters
dragon shadows: No, I don't think you implied I sounded greedy—well, some times people types weird things in chat talk (no offense) and I...er...don't really understand them so I interpret them to what I /think/ the person is saying... Thanks though! I love all of my reviews too much to squabble about one...especially when you apologized for something you didn't do, and everything...
Erkith: Ummm...I made "Nalinamar" (the word) up. I just threw together a bunch of consonants and vowels until it sounded...well...peaceful. The thing that I interpret when I read about Dom's flirting in canon is that just because Dom flirts with her doesn't mean that he thinks of her any differently. I mean, just because, in Lady Knight, all of Kel's friends call her "mother", that doesn't mean any of them actually /think/ of her like a mother...did that make sense? Oh well...maybe my story is just completely ooc and I shouldn't even try to explain...
Lady Knight Wolfy: Thank you so much! Thank you for telling me which ideas you especially like, and thank you for reassuring me that my fourth chapter wasn't a complete waste!
dreamerdoll: I LOVE YOUR FICS!!! (could you please please please please please please PLEASE write more to your one untitled Kel/Dom fic? Please? you can't stop and leave us in the dark!) ::faints:: one of my favorite authors said my very first fic was great? ::sobs with happiness:: you have no idea how happy that comment has made me! ::cries:: thank you so much! ::sniff:: Thank you for telling me Peachblossom is in character...I'll keep him that way. Thank you for telling me about my spelling error. "burial" has always been an evil word for me, and my spell-check is all screwy ::grumbles:: If I put he't, it is probably something like he's or he'd...sorry I can't be more specific! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you!!!
GKBDoM: Thank you for the advise and compliments! I really love advise, and maybe this might just work for me...
Lady Light: Thank you so much! I feel so happy each time I read a review like yours that says you like my junk! Thank you!
Lil' Dixie: You're coming to /me/ for advise? I've never been so touched! Thank you so much...I mean, this is only my first fic... my major hint to you is it seems that reviewers like good description, and using new adjectives, not just the same ones over and over...just because the audience should know what Dom looks like, doesn't mean you can't help their imagination a bit...
SeaStar: Thank you! Each of your reviews makes me happier and happier! I love loyal reviewers like you! You make my day!
rootless californian: yeah. I hate it when people make Kel sound ignorant...in this she proves that /at least/ she knows what all little girls in her time period know...it's not like she /wasn't/ a little girl once!
Lady Anglique of mystiqu: Yay! I'm unique in the good way! ::does unique dance:: I love it when Neal is squeakiful...
Erkith: Thank you! I love Kel/Dom! It makes me happy...maiden taming? Hmm...Dom could do some of that...
Keladry of Masbolle: Umm...please don't choke yourself? I really don't want to be sued at your expense... Thanks for...err...caring, though!
SirPuma: I know chapter four wasn't as good, but thanks for reading anyways. I love it when people admit they like my stuff even when it's not in its prime! Thank you! I'll try to make Neal more sarcastic though...
Disclaimer: Me. No. Own. Simple, yet affective.
Okay, before you guys strangle me for the delay (like that baseball game! ::raves:: )...
=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=
Chapter Six: This is War
Third company dug trenches for the burial (A/N: thank you dreamerdoll!!!) of the bandits, then set off for Corus once again. It was so close, they could practically /smell/ the hot baths and dry cloths it would bring.
For the rest of the way, Peachblossom was oddly silent. Neal ventured a line of a poem, and the gelding did not even glance at him. The horse just glared at the back of Nalinamar with hate and continued walking. By the time they reached the Palace stables, Kel was handling him almost like a bomb...one that could explode at any moment.
Is he ill? Kel thought, baffled. Peachblossom had never been like this before. He hadn't really ever been /quiet/ before, let alone quiet and looking like he was brooding about something.
"Neal, could you come here please?" Kel asked sweetly. Neal looked rather suspicious at her tone of voice but decided it was better to go to her and get whatever it was over with than to have her force him to do it. He slowly, carefully, hesitantly walked over to her. She grabbed his arm and dragged him unceremoniously to Peachblossom's stall, ignoring his yelps of terror.
"Kel, keep me away from that monster! I wish to live!" His voice was high and squeaky with fear, and Kel was almost satisfied to see that he had called her "Kel". Apparently he was so afraid that his sarcasm was starting to desolve—he hadn't called her "my dear lady knight" or "love" or any such nonsense.
Neal stopped completely and wouldn't budge an inch when he and Kel were within ten paces of the "stall of doom". Although Neal stood up straight like he was going to tell her something, she just shoved him in the stall's direction. Just as Neal's luck goes, he was pushed, then tripped over his own feet about a foot in front of the door, making him fall on his stomach. He slid the last few inches until his head and shoulders were completely under the stall door.
Neal screamed loudly and shuffled backwards, trying to escape. Three times he tried to stand up, only to bonk his head or lower back on the bottom of the door. He was squealing hysterically now, scrabbling at the straw- covered floor for any way to push himself out of the stall.
Peachblossom just glanced at him. The horse had more important things on his mind. Finally, when Peachblossom's squeaky toy wouldn't leave him alone or stop making noises he would usually make only when bit, the gelding simply took one of his giant hooves and pushed Neal gently out of the stall.
Neal slid out from under the door unharmed, his eyes wide with wonder. He whispered hoarsely, "I have seen a miracle."
Kel stared for what seemed like hours before she was able to recollect herself and go off to find Daine. Peachblossom was more seriously ill than she had thought. =:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=
The WildMage came as quickly as possible, following Kel out to the stables to see Peachblossom.
Daine gave the gelding a thorough examination, then tried to talk to him. The horse simply seemed to be grumbling to himself. The only word Daine could detect out of his dark mutterings was "unicorns".
Daine assured Kel that the horse was fine...just, preoccupied. Kel was confused (since when was a horse preoccupied?), but simply nodded in understanding. That's what happens when animals have been around the Palace for long...they start to, well, be not-animal-like.
=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=
Peachblossom's POV:
Day 2 since war is declared: I have observed the enemy today. There is something suspicious about them... They are just as "perfect" as usual. Little do they know, I am aware of their secrets...now, just to find out what their secrets are... Today my squeaky toy came to me with a whole bucket of oats. He bowed to me repeatedly and said things about giving tribute to "the merciful and wonderful horse god for sparing his miserable life". The "tribute" was good, but I was too busy thinking of battle strategies to bite him. Two- leggers (especially this one) can be /sooooooo/ stupid. What would they do without us higher life-forms to help them? Whenever the squeaky toy comes near my stall, he bows. It's getting annoying. Maybe I'll have to bite him to get him to stop...
=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=
Two days after arriving back at Corus, strange things started happening.
A bucket of nails that were used for repairing stalls had been left in the stables...near Peachblossom's stall. The unicorns had been stabled earlier. They had all been put next to each other in spare stalls which happened to be...near Peachblossom's. One morning three unicorns had to see Daine because they had lost or cracked teeth due to the fact that there /just happened to be/ nails in their hay. Numerous nails were also found littered all over the stall floors.
Three days after that a unicorn woke up in the morning with what appeared to be a metal ring from a bridle on its horn. The unicorn immediately started to shake its head and toss its horn—which is why it didn't notice the wall until it ran into it. Its horn had to be cut out of the wall because it was imbedded three inches deep. Two more of theses mysterious rings were found on the ground in the unicorn's stall.
Whenever Kel rode on Peachblossom and the Unicorns were along, the immortals seemed to mysteriously trip and stumble often.
The strangest thing of all was the fact that Peachblossom was acting /nice/. He never grumbled, didn't bite anyone (including Neal!) and worked twice as hard as usual, especially when any of the unicorns were present.
=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=:=
Peachblossom's POV:
Day 3 since war is declared: Today I discovered a tin pail of what appeared to be pointy metal spikes outside my stall. I believe they were once called "nails" by Daine. In my stall I found the wooden comb thing that my personal two-legger uses to untangle my tail and mane. I found that if I grasped it in between my teeth and stuck it out of my stall door, hooked the pail's edge in between two of its teeth, and pulled, the bucket would topple over, giving me access to the spilled spike things.
Day 4 since war was declared: Last night I found what I could do with the spiky metal things. After practicing my aim for about two hours, I was able to spit the iron nail-things into the enemy's hay troughs. Very pleased with self—this morning three of the foe were eating their morning hay when they bit into nails, breaking or cracking teeth—all three had to visit Daine. Stupid WildMage—thought she was on my side.
Day 6 since war was declared: I have been working especially hard lately—the stupid, horn-headed dolts don't stand a chance when I do my best. Haha. Soon the rest of the stupid two-leggers will /have/ to think I'm better if I keep this up.
The unicorns don't seem to get that I am superior. Although I was able to bite one on the rump yesterday, It healed its self. Stupid unicorn. I'll just have to do something to prove to them that I am /always/ better.
Day 7 since war was declared: I have come up with the perfect plan. Today when I was passing by the spare tack (A/N: is that the way you spell that word when talking about horse equipment?) parts and was able to smuggle five rings from bridles away in my mouth. I know what I'm doing with them...the plan goes into play tonight.
Day 8 since war was declared: I practiced aiming a little more last night before using the rings. I was on my third ring before I was able to shoot it neatly onto one of the unicorn's horns. Stupid unicorn. Didn't even wake up.
This morning, however, it /did/ see the ring on its nose when it awoke. It immediately began running in circles, shaking its head and bucking its horn. Stupid unicorn. It ran straight into a wall and got its horn stuck three inches deep. Haha.
Better yet, whenever my pet two-legger takes me out so she can get onto my back, I trip and nip at the unicorns whenever they're not looking (they always insist on coming. Stupid Unicorns). Because they trip and jump so much, people are starting to doubt their gracefulness.
Those wussy, sissy, prissy, arrogant, cocky, haughty, /stupid/ unicorns don't stand a chance.
Okay...umm...there's chapter six. I know it's pretty lame, but I'm not sure exactly what to put next. Truth be told, I didn't plan this "horsy war" at all. It just kinda came along.
Umm...I'm thinking about changing the title because it's not really about "flesh-eating" unicorns any more. It is a good title, and has served its purpose, but I'm not sure if it describes the story overly well. I want suggestions! Tell me what you think this story should be called if not "FleshEating Unicorns"!!!
And don't forget...REVIEW!!!
