Well, I'm back with Chp.19, and this fic is coming to a close. OMG!!
I had like three pages of this written and then I lost them all, so I'm
trying to rewrite this as best I can. Wish me luck, just a few more
chapters! Oh and by the way, who are all of your favorite characters, I
need to know because I'm nearing the end and I'm itching to kill some
people off. I know who I want dead, but is there anyone special I should
consider keeping, think carefully, because the ending, as of now is going
to be one of the most twisted, unreal ending s ever! You won't believe who
I kill, oh, and if you want to experience the shock of this ending to its
fullest, then I suggest you try and get as attached to these characters as
possible.
Chapter 19,
Relations
Sora's bird, Skavah, a white eagle, with an 11 foot wing span and golden eyes that burned like molten lava, woke everyone up the next morning. She had been sharing a tent with the Shrikans, and when a slight rustling of the tent flap awoke her, she realized that Razor had disappeared!! She cried out and swooped down onto the ground, spying a small shred of paper with her keen eyes. It was in Razor's writing and all it said was GTGR.
The others hurried over and looked at the small scrap of a note.
Kenshin: What do you think it means?
Phantom: Come now! Tell me you know what that stands for! It's easy,
Sora: G,T,G,R.........Gone to get Ripfang!!!
Phantom: Exactly!
Flashback
That previous night as the others lay asleep, Razor pondered, in great frustration whether he had done well by letting Ripfang go off on his own. I killed him to know that he couldn't help his only brother, well, his only one as far as he cared. They had done everything together, since the day he was born, and now, at one of the most crucial points in their lives, they were apart.
Razor: Should I go after them? But what would the others think? They would think I had betrayed them, or turned coward! But I must go after my brother, he needs me, I can feel it! I will open the portal myself, and catch up to Ripfang, and then we will conquer the clans together!
His decision having been made, he scrawled out a quick note and left as if the devil himself were snapping at his hindquarters.
End Flashback
Ok. Now that you all know what happened, on with the story!
Coronsoe must have been ready to strike, because his modified raven bird had begun to circle over their heads. This bird was big, bigger than Skavah, but his ungainly size made his movements lethargic, even though he was in flight. His turns were slow and he seemed to sneer down at everyone. Skavah felt the rage boil up inside her; she hated Coronsoe just as deeply as Sora, if that was possible, because it was her mother that Coronsoe had ordered Sora's aunt Rose to kill. She was determined to prove herself and defy Coronsoe, and she knew just how to do it!
She sprung into the air, hurtling up after the offish bird, the others staring puzzled after her.
Sora: Skavah, where are you, wait, what am I saying, she can't hear me.
Coronsoe's bird saw Skavah coming at the last second, but no amount of time would have saved him from the blow she dealt him. He attempted to swerve out of her range, but managed nothing more than a slight flick of his wing before Skavah's outstretched talons connected with his neck. He cawed out in pain, but was cut short as the blow snapped his neck, killing him instantly. The limp form dropped and Skavah dove after it, snaring it in her talons and lifting it into the air again with a bit of effort.
Skavah: You see Coronsoe, you see, I am not afraid of you, none of us are! And it would make me all the sadder if this bird had been you, because then I could not have allowed myself the satisfaction of killing you for it would have deprived Sora of the same thrill. You will be her prey, as your bird is mine!
And with a final deafening shriek, Skavah reached down and tore the bird's head from his lifeless body. After this brutal act was complete, she dropped both parcels at Coronsoe's feet; he stood in a stupor for a second before he realized what had just happened. Then he began to laugh, that spine wrenching, insane, cackle of a laugh.
Coronsoe: Well, for a little bird, you sure do have a lot of spirit! But do not gloat over your glory for long, for you have all committed the biggest blunder of your lives. Somehow I thought you would be smarter than this, after all of these years anyway, yet you have innocently walked into my trap, like little mice trying to steal some cheese!
Yahiko: Dude, what are you talking about? We just followed your instructions like you said to.
Coronsoe: Exactly, and now, you will watch as your precious little human world falls before your eyes, while you are all stuck here!
Everyone: WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!
Coronsoe: Yes, yes, I know, I'm sooooo evil, well guess what? I win! You won't even make it to the final challenge I had laid out for you because you will all perish here. My guards will not let you pass without the fight of your lives, and even if you do get by them, your ends shall come quickly once you attempt to take on my precious monster, who is about to begin the execution of your world!
Sora: You have no monsters! Your genetic research was flawed and useless! There's no way that you could have constructed your own monster!
Coronsoe: My technology was flawed, my dear, but not yours. I managed to get your aunt to steal enough information for me so that I could get this far.
With that Coronsoe motioned to one of his little minions to pull up a screen so that everyone could see what kind of damage was being done to their present human world. There stood the beast, 3 stories tall and 150 feet long. It was a hideous, unnatural creature, with the hind legs and long body of a dragon, eagle's wings, a cat's tail, and the head of a fearsome dog. The great wings each bore one serrated claw, like that of a bat, these claws took the places of front legs. The creature lumbered through the large city, screeching and snarling as it smashed through sky scrapers, leveled houses, and devoured any living thing it could reach.
Yusuke: We've got to do something!
Hiei: No kidding.
Kuwabara: Shut up and think shorty!
Hiei: How can any of us think when we've got you polluting our air supply?
Kenshin: I doubt that this is a good time for arguments that I do.
Ian: He's right, we need a way out of here, and I doubt that we'll be able to just smash our way through.
Sora: The monster doesn't look so bad, my demon form is twice as long as he is, but I doubt that I'd have enough room to even move around in that city.
Kaoru: We can worry about that when we get there, but right now, we need to get out of here!
They looked at their options, which were incredibly slim. They either were going to need to barrel their way through, or acquire some kind of assistance from outside.
Sora: (turning to Skavah) Hey, I need you to do me a favor. Coronsoe is gone, so he won't know that you've left.
There's a small crack in the ceiling, you can probably fit through it with a little effort, I need you to go and find Ripfang and the others. Tell them to get here as quick as they can.
Skavah: You'll never know I was even gone.
And with that she shot off, wafting up towards the ceiling, where she managed to work her way through the crevice, leaving a single white feather behind.
ANYWAYYYYYYYYY..........
By now Ripfang and Naomi had awoken from their damp slumber. The rain had slackened, but was still slightly coming down.
Ripfang: We should be there soon. I can remember the old stories my parents used to tell me. Supposedly these lands were once a peaceful, plentiful haven, where our families would go to have and raise their young. But after the two tribes started to fight with each other everything dried up and withered away. Now they have resorted to fighting and killing amongst one another for survival. They are very fierce creatures, we all are, but they were not raised with the same kindness that we were. Still, I have often wondered what it would be like to meet them, and what kind of hidden behavioral traits their presence might bring out in me.
Naomi: Well, I just hope they aren't too hostile.
Ripfang: Well, I wouldn't get your hopes up, they don't take kindly to strangers, and I might not be the greatest thing that ever happened to them, personally, I think you may see a whole new side to my personality once we meet them, because I don't think any amount of kindness will make them listen to me. As far as they're concerned, until the omens come true, rain will never fall on these lands again, nor will peace ever reign. They abide only by the laws of nature, survival of the fittest, that's their motto.
Naomi: Oh, well, we can always hope for a warm welcome can't we?
Ripfang: Yeah, but I assure you, there could be no falser hope.
Naomi: It's hope all the same though.
With these few words having being said, the two dog-trotted off towards what Ripfang thought was the land of his origin. They had traveled rapidly over several miles, when a familiar smell ensnared Ripfang's attention.
Naomi: What is it?
Ripfang: We're close, come on!
The two quickened their pace until they were nothing more than wavering shadows that raced over the earth, not disturbing a single blade of grass, or even the tiniest particle of dirt. They came to a small cliff, and slowly crept to its edge, peering down onto the scene below. There they were, hundreds and hundreds of bloodthirsty beasts, milling about like a sea of restless barracuda, quarreling over a shred of fish.
Ripfang: Well, isn't this a lovely family portrait.
Naomi: Both tribes are here already, but they don't look like they are mixing too well.
Ripfang: What did you expect?
Naomi: Oh, please, you don't have to rub it in. Oh wait, look, one of them has stood against the fighting.
And indeed, one of them had stepped forward, it was Chirrontor. The giant sea green animal was almost equivalent to Ripfang in size and body structure, but his eyes were a dead giveaway to his true personality. Opposite from Ripfang's fiery gold eyes, Chirrontor's were a dull, lifeless red. There was not an inch of emotion, courage, or anything for that matter in them, they almost seemed nothing more than poorly polished glass orbs. Chirrontor had great frills on the sides of his neck that could extend and flatten at his command, but they were serrated on the edges, which made them deadly close range weapons. His tail also had a small, spiky, boney ball at the end which he rather liked to use as a club. The most deadly characteristic he possessed though, were his oversized claws on both his hands and feet, these handy weapons were jagged on all sides, but the jags were all pointed backwards. This way, whenever they went in, they stayed there, unless wrenched free by their owner.
Chirrontor wasted no time in dealing out swift blows to those around him, as several of his loyal followers spread throughout the crowd, commanding a fearful silence in the din. Both tribes fell into a deafening silence as they stood and looked on in bewilderment at their tormenter. Neither tribe would even so much as issue the slightest hiss in his presence for fear of being set upon by his followers. It was obvious that whatever power this Shrikan had over the others, he had gained it through fear and terror.
Naomi: Ripfang, have you ever seen that male before? He, he looks so much like you.
Ripfang: I have no idea who he is, but, you're right, he does look like me. Do you think we could be related?
Naomi: Do not say such things! How could you be related to such a horrific creature?
Ripfang: It's a small world, you never know.
Well my faithful readers, this was a longer chapter, and I think I 'm finally making a comeback with these updates! School is almost over!! So I will soon be able to increase my quantity and quality of chapter output!! Wish me luck!
Chapter 19,
Relations
Sora's bird, Skavah, a white eagle, with an 11 foot wing span and golden eyes that burned like molten lava, woke everyone up the next morning. She had been sharing a tent with the Shrikans, and when a slight rustling of the tent flap awoke her, she realized that Razor had disappeared!! She cried out and swooped down onto the ground, spying a small shred of paper with her keen eyes. It was in Razor's writing and all it said was GTGR.
The others hurried over and looked at the small scrap of a note.
Kenshin: What do you think it means?
Phantom: Come now! Tell me you know what that stands for! It's easy,
Sora: G,T,G,R.........Gone to get Ripfang!!!
Phantom: Exactly!
Flashback
That previous night as the others lay asleep, Razor pondered, in great frustration whether he had done well by letting Ripfang go off on his own. I killed him to know that he couldn't help his only brother, well, his only one as far as he cared. They had done everything together, since the day he was born, and now, at one of the most crucial points in their lives, they were apart.
Razor: Should I go after them? But what would the others think? They would think I had betrayed them, or turned coward! But I must go after my brother, he needs me, I can feel it! I will open the portal myself, and catch up to Ripfang, and then we will conquer the clans together!
His decision having been made, he scrawled out a quick note and left as if the devil himself were snapping at his hindquarters.
End Flashback
Ok. Now that you all know what happened, on with the story!
Coronsoe must have been ready to strike, because his modified raven bird had begun to circle over their heads. This bird was big, bigger than Skavah, but his ungainly size made his movements lethargic, even though he was in flight. His turns were slow and he seemed to sneer down at everyone. Skavah felt the rage boil up inside her; she hated Coronsoe just as deeply as Sora, if that was possible, because it was her mother that Coronsoe had ordered Sora's aunt Rose to kill. She was determined to prove herself and defy Coronsoe, and she knew just how to do it!
She sprung into the air, hurtling up after the offish bird, the others staring puzzled after her.
Sora: Skavah, where are you, wait, what am I saying, she can't hear me.
Coronsoe's bird saw Skavah coming at the last second, but no amount of time would have saved him from the blow she dealt him. He attempted to swerve out of her range, but managed nothing more than a slight flick of his wing before Skavah's outstretched talons connected with his neck. He cawed out in pain, but was cut short as the blow snapped his neck, killing him instantly. The limp form dropped and Skavah dove after it, snaring it in her talons and lifting it into the air again with a bit of effort.
Skavah: You see Coronsoe, you see, I am not afraid of you, none of us are! And it would make me all the sadder if this bird had been you, because then I could not have allowed myself the satisfaction of killing you for it would have deprived Sora of the same thrill. You will be her prey, as your bird is mine!
And with a final deafening shriek, Skavah reached down and tore the bird's head from his lifeless body. After this brutal act was complete, she dropped both parcels at Coronsoe's feet; he stood in a stupor for a second before he realized what had just happened. Then he began to laugh, that spine wrenching, insane, cackle of a laugh.
Coronsoe: Well, for a little bird, you sure do have a lot of spirit! But do not gloat over your glory for long, for you have all committed the biggest blunder of your lives. Somehow I thought you would be smarter than this, after all of these years anyway, yet you have innocently walked into my trap, like little mice trying to steal some cheese!
Yahiko: Dude, what are you talking about? We just followed your instructions like you said to.
Coronsoe: Exactly, and now, you will watch as your precious little human world falls before your eyes, while you are all stuck here!
Everyone: WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!
Coronsoe: Yes, yes, I know, I'm sooooo evil, well guess what? I win! You won't even make it to the final challenge I had laid out for you because you will all perish here. My guards will not let you pass without the fight of your lives, and even if you do get by them, your ends shall come quickly once you attempt to take on my precious monster, who is about to begin the execution of your world!
Sora: You have no monsters! Your genetic research was flawed and useless! There's no way that you could have constructed your own monster!
Coronsoe: My technology was flawed, my dear, but not yours. I managed to get your aunt to steal enough information for me so that I could get this far.
With that Coronsoe motioned to one of his little minions to pull up a screen so that everyone could see what kind of damage was being done to their present human world. There stood the beast, 3 stories tall and 150 feet long. It was a hideous, unnatural creature, with the hind legs and long body of a dragon, eagle's wings, a cat's tail, and the head of a fearsome dog. The great wings each bore one serrated claw, like that of a bat, these claws took the places of front legs. The creature lumbered through the large city, screeching and snarling as it smashed through sky scrapers, leveled houses, and devoured any living thing it could reach.
Yusuke: We've got to do something!
Hiei: No kidding.
Kuwabara: Shut up and think shorty!
Hiei: How can any of us think when we've got you polluting our air supply?
Kenshin: I doubt that this is a good time for arguments that I do.
Ian: He's right, we need a way out of here, and I doubt that we'll be able to just smash our way through.
Sora: The monster doesn't look so bad, my demon form is twice as long as he is, but I doubt that I'd have enough room to even move around in that city.
Kaoru: We can worry about that when we get there, but right now, we need to get out of here!
They looked at their options, which were incredibly slim. They either were going to need to barrel their way through, or acquire some kind of assistance from outside.
Sora: (turning to Skavah) Hey, I need you to do me a favor. Coronsoe is gone, so he won't know that you've left.
There's a small crack in the ceiling, you can probably fit through it with a little effort, I need you to go and find Ripfang and the others. Tell them to get here as quick as they can.
Skavah: You'll never know I was even gone.
And with that she shot off, wafting up towards the ceiling, where she managed to work her way through the crevice, leaving a single white feather behind.
ANYWAYYYYYYYYY..........
By now Ripfang and Naomi had awoken from their damp slumber. The rain had slackened, but was still slightly coming down.
Ripfang: We should be there soon. I can remember the old stories my parents used to tell me. Supposedly these lands were once a peaceful, plentiful haven, where our families would go to have and raise their young. But after the two tribes started to fight with each other everything dried up and withered away. Now they have resorted to fighting and killing amongst one another for survival. They are very fierce creatures, we all are, but they were not raised with the same kindness that we were. Still, I have often wondered what it would be like to meet them, and what kind of hidden behavioral traits their presence might bring out in me.
Naomi: Well, I just hope they aren't too hostile.
Ripfang: Well, I wouldn't get your hopes up, they don't take kindly to strangers, and I might not be the greatest thing that ever happened to them, personally, I think you may see a whole new side to my personality once we meet them, because I don't think any amount of kindness will make them listen to me. As far as they're concerned, until the omens come true, rain will never fall on these lands again, nor will peace ever reign. They abide only by the laws of nature, survival of the fittest, that's their motto.
Naomi: Oh, well, we can always hope for a warm welcome can't we?
Ripfang: Yeah, but I assure you, there could be no falser hope.
Naomi: It's hope all the same though.
With these few words having being said, the two dog-trotted off towards what Ripfang thought was the land of his origin. They had traveled rapidly over several miles, when a familiar smell ensnared Ripfang's attention.
Naomi: What is it?
Ripfang: We're close, come on!
The two quickened their pace until they were nothing more than wavering shadows that raced over the earth, not disturbing a single blade of grass, or even the tiniest particle of dirt. They came to a small cliff, and slowly crept to its edge, peering down onto the scene below. There they were, hundreds and hundreds of bloodthirsty beasts, milling about like a sea of restless barracuda, quarreling over a shred of fish.
Ripfang: Well, isn't this a lovely family portrait.
Naomi: Both tribes are here already, but they don't look like they are mixing too well.
Ripfang: What did you expect?
Naomi: Oh, please, you don't have to rub it in. Oh wait, look, one of them has stood against the fighting.
And indeed, one of them had stepped forward, it was Chirrontor. The giant sea green animal was almost equivalent to Ripfang in size and body structure, but his eyes were a dead giveaway to his true personality. Opposite from Ripfang's fiery gold eyes, Chirrontor's were a dull, lifeless red. There was not an inch of emotion, courage, or anything for that matter in them, they almost seemed nothing more than poorly polished glass orbs. Chirrontor had great frills on the sides of his neck that could extend and flatten at his command, but they were serrated on the edges, which made them deadly close range weapons. His tail also had a small, spiky, boney ball at the end which he rather liked to use as a club. The most deadly characteristic he possessed though, were his oversized claws on both his hands and feet, these handy weapons were jagged on all sides, but the jags were all pointed backwards. This way, whenever they went in, they stayed there, unless wrenched free by their owner.
Chirrontor wasted no time in dealing out swift blows to those around him, as several of his loyal followers spread throughout the crowd, commanding a fearful silence in the din. Both tribes fell into a deafening silence as they stood and looked on in bewilderment at their tormenter. Neither tribe would even so much as issue the slightest hiss in his presence for fear of being set upon by his followers. It was obvious that whatever power this Shrikan had over the others, he had gained it through fear and terror.
Naomi: Ripfang, have you ever seen that male before? He, he looks so much like you.
Ripfang: I have no idea who he is, but, you're right, he does look like me. Do you think we could be related?
Naomi: Do not say such things! How could you be related to such a horrific creature?
Ripfang: It's a small world, you never know.
Well my faithful readers, this was a longer chapter, and I think I 'm finally making a comeback with these updates! School is almost over!! So I will soon be able to increase my quantity and quality of chapter output!! Wish me luck!