OMG! I am SOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the long awaited update, school is
sooo much work! But here's another chapter, and it's going to be a good
one too! I hope you all enjoy this; I've missed all of my faithful
reviewers so much!
Chapter 18,
Flesh and Blood
Sora and the others had arrived at the old Dark Tournament Stadium, but Razor was having second thoughts on Ripfang's journey.
Razor: Why couldn't I go with him!?! GRRRRARRRRR, it's not fair, we have no idea what kind of danger he could be in, there could be traps, or bandits, or pop guises!
Everyone: What?
Razor: Hey, you never know, I hope you gave him some extra brains Sora because he may be in some serious trouble!
Flamejaw: (muttering under her breath, and shooting Phantom a nervous glance) It's not any of those I'm worried about,
Razor: What was that?
His mother gave him a gentle smile, and figured it would do no harm in telling him the truth.
Flamejaw: It's not any of those things that worry me, you see I'm worried about your brother.
Razor: Well, DUH! I am too!
Flamejaw: No, no you don't understand, (she sighed) you and Ripfang and Rose aren't the only children we ever had.
Everyone: WHAT!
Sora: Wait, a minute, I never even knew this!
Flamejaw: Well, we had one more child, he was our oldest, but never would go where anyone could see him; he was always power hungry, and lusted for control over our two clans. Well, once he was old enough, he ran off and vowed that he would prove the omens wrong and that he would be the ruler. I'm not sure whether he ever succeeded, we never heard from him again after that. He was a bright turquoise green in color, and he never knew that you or any of your siblings ever existed. He always feared Phantom though, I'm not sure why. Anyway, the whole reason our tribe's hate each other in the first place is because of a terrible accident. Phantom's father, who was also black, was out hunting one day, and supposedly they spotted a small animal leaping through their territory. There had been a food shortage and so, driven by hunger, he ran it down and pounced upon it, snapping its neck in one swift slash. Only then did he realize his mistake, he had slain on of the royal children of my tribe! Ever since then my tribe has hated Phantom's for their causing the death of an innocent babe, and Phantom's tribe blames us for letting the child wander into their territory. We have always hoped that the animosity would dissipate, but it doesn't seem possible.
Razor: Will Ripfang be able to take on this older brother!?!
Flamejaw: (she looked away) I.........we don't know,
Razor: WHAT!?! Of course he can! He's Ripfang he has to beat him!
Phantom: Chirrontor is a mighty warrior, and he will not give up easily, but he is a coward, so I have hope that Ripfang will do well. Either way though, he's still going to be up against his own flesh and blood!
Ripfang and Naomi had made their way up into a small range of mountains where they would spend the first night. Rain had begun to pour on them and so they quickly found a small cave to hide in.
Ripfang: You go in first; I need to stay in front so that should anyone pass by they will only see a black cave.
Naomi: But you will get wet if you sit in front, the cave isn't big enough to keep us both dry, let me sit out, you're the one who has to do the fighting for these tribes of yours!
Ripfang: Nonsense! I'll be fine; I've been in worst weather than this and haven't ever caught a thing!
Naomi: Oh Ripfang, I don't want you to catch cold!
Ripfang: Don't worry I'll be fine!
With that she finally submitted and retreated into the shallow cave. Ripfang sat in front and she lay down behind him. Slumber had crept into both their eyes, and began to weigh their eyelids down. Naomi watched as Ripfang slowly lay down and drifted off to sleep. Slowly, she snuggled up against him and placed her head gently on top of the side of his neck. They both got a little wet, but their combined warmth was enough to keep them both in good health.
Well, I know it's short, but I didn't have much time so I promise the next chappy will be longer!!!
Chapter 18,
Flesh and Blood
Sora and the others had arrived at the old Dark Tournament Stadium, but Razor was having second thoughts on Ripfang's journey.
Razor: Why couldn't I go with him!?! GRRRRARRRRR, it's not fair, we have no idea what kind of danger he could be in, there could be traps, or bandits, or pop guises!
Everyone: What?
Razor: Hey, you never know, I hope you gave him some extra brains Sora because he may be in some serious trouble!
Flamejaw: (muttering under her breath, and shooting Phantom a nervous glance) It's not any of those I'm worried about,
Razor: What was that?
His mother gave him a gentle smile, and figured it would do no harm in telling him the truth.
Flamejaw: It's not any of those things that worry me, you see I'm worried about your brother.
Razor: Well, DUH! I am too!
Flamejaw: No, no you don't understand, (she sighed) you and Ripfang and Rose aren't the only children we ever had.
Everyone: WHAT!
Sora: Wait, a minute, I never even knew this!
Flamejaw: Well, we had one more child, he was our oldest, but never would go where anyone could see him; he was always power hungry, and lusted for control over our two clans. Well, once he was old enough, he ran off and vowed that he would prove the omens wrong and that he would be the ruler. I'm not sure whether he ever succeeded, we never heard from him again after that. He was a bright turquoise green in color, and he never knew that you or any of your siblings ever existed. He always feared Phantom though, I'm not sure why. Anyway, the whole reason our tribe's hate each other in the first place is because of a terrible accident. Phantom's father, who was also black, was out hunting one day, and supposedly they spotted a small animal leaping through their territory. There had been a food shortage and so, driven by hunger, he ran it down and pounced upon it, snapping its neck in one swift slash. Only then did he realize his mistake, he had slain on of the royal children of my tribe! Ever since then my tribe has hated Phantom's for their causing the death of an innocent babe, and Phantom's tribe blames us for letting the child wander into their territory. We have always hoped that the animosity would dissipate, but it doesn't seem possible.
Razor: Will Ripfang be able to take on this older brother!?!
Flamejaw: (she looked away) I.........we don't know,
Razor: WHAT!?! Of course he can! He's Ripfang he has to beat him!
Phantom: Chirrontor is a mighty warrior, and he will not give up easily, but he is a coward, so I have hope that Ripfang will do well. Either way though, he's still going to be up against his own flesh and blood!
Ripfang and Naomi had made their way up into a small range of mountains where they would spend the first night. Rain had begun to pour on them and so they quickly found a small cave to hide in.
Ripfang: You go in first; I need to stay in front so that should anyone pass by they will only see a black cave.
Naomi: But you will get wet if you sit in front, the cave isn't big enough to keep us both dry, let me sit out, you're the one who has to do the fighting for these tribes of yours!
Ripfang: Nonsense! I'll be fine; I've been in worst weather than this and haven't ever caught a thing!
Naomi: Oh Ripfang, I don't want you to catch cold!
Ripfang: Don't worry I'll be fine!
With that she finally submitted and retreated into the shallow cave. Ripfang sat in front and she lay down behind him. Slumber had crept into both their eyes, and began to weigh their eyelids down. Naomi watched as Ripfang slowly lay down and drifted off to sleep. Slowly, she snuggled up against him and placed her head gently on top of the side of his neck. They both got a little wet, but their combined warmth was enough to keep them both in good health.
Well, I know it's short, but I didn't have much time so I promise the next chappy will be longer!!!