Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT. Just the world of Haradris and all of its inhabitants.
A/N: Wow, guys, you really hate me for that cliffie, eh? (rubs hands together gleefully) Can't say I can promise any action for the turtles in this chapter, but you get to meet some intriguing (and rather humorously odd) creatures made up by yours truly! Say hello to Kyrunir,. Kiara, Sor, Ukeera, Dakari, and Watishi! (bows) Shout outs!
2.
Kyrunir's large twitching ears caught a soft giggle on the air. He grinned triumphantly and rubbed his wet, black snout. She couldn't hide for long. Not with Hunting Extraodinaire Kyrunir hot on the trail. His paws curved to grasp the slippery granite boulder upon which he stood, the quiet of the seemingly uninhabited Wompag forest around him. Suddenly the rukit teen lost his footing and fell flat on his white muzzle. A shower of green striped leaves drifted down from above and planted themselves in his thick gray fur. Growling with lost dignity, he got shakily to his foot paws and brushed the offending plant remnants out, wagging his tail to rid it of the moss that now clung to it.
Muttering curses that any rukit parent would punish for, Kyrunir adjusted the grip of his feet before slowly walking up the steep hill which now melded with the granite into a hill of firm soil dotted with aedil flowers. The little blue and white petals seemed to glow in the dying sunlight. Abruptly, he stopped and listened with large ears for heavy breathing. His keen hearing picked up nothing out of the ordinary, so he hurriedly topped the grassy crest of the small rise and slid down the other side, landing in a heap of rotting brown leaves. Kyrunir stood in the hock deep compost, hopping quickly out and making disgusted noises while shaking the nasty stuff out of his thick fur. That's twice now that I've gotten attacked by leaves, dead and alive!
He searched the dark tree trunks with practiced light green eyes. Wait, were those just leaves he saw falling from an oak? Smiling maliciously, the young canine slipped behind a nearby oljis thorn bush, carefully avoiding the foot-long needles. Then a thought struck him. What if that wasn't her, but a giant Roc? Mumbling fervent oaths, he dove lightning fast onto a sandstone boulder and leapt for the tree beside it. He missed and ended up smacking his snout on a sharp piece of bark. Whimpering at the sudden pain, he picked himself up and heard faint giggles. Oh, so she thinks it's funny, does she?
The insane giggles grew louder as he moved stealthily toward the oak in question, occasionally stepping on a squishy swamp slug. He masked his discomfort masterfully, until the rustling and giggling increased. Finally, it was evident she couldn't hide any longer without giving away her position further. "Ky, that was so funny!" his target gasped, dropping from the twisted array of dark branches to land in soft loamy soil by the trunk of the tree. She crumpled to the roots of the oak, laughing, and Kyrunir felt himself growing red.
"What was funny?" he demanded.
"You…falling flat on your face and then…stabbing your snout on a piece of tree bark!" Tears flattened the fur on which they ran.
Kyrunir flushed even hotter as his puppyhood friend started laughing harder. "Hey, no telling anyone about it, okay?" he begged miserably. "Especially Kiara!"
Ukeera stood up, still chuckling in bursts of hilarity. "Why, because you wanted to impress her with your oh so manly grace so she'll start training you like she did Huena?" The rukit female braced herself against the tree trunk as another fit of laughing took her prisoner. She wagged her bushy black and white tail as Kyrunir started back up the incline of shale, down which he'd just slid. "Please, he saved her life on the field! It's not like you'll do anything out of the ordinary like he did!" She bounded up behind him, snickering.
Kyrunir padded down the granite side of the rise, flushing with embarrassment. "It could happen," he insisted optimistically.
Ukeera rolled her eyes and helped him up when he slipped on a patch of wet leaves at the bottom. "Like you'll ever get the courage to jump in front of an arrow. Plus, you're too uncoordinated to train, Ky."
Kyrunir ripped his hand from her grasp. "What?" he asked, clearly hurt.
"Look, you've just slipped on a rock, almost stabbed yourself with Oljis thorns, and lost your footing on level ground!"
Deciding it was time to change the subject, Kyrunir said, "We'd better get back to the Cavern. Elder Maha'll be pretty mad if he sees we've been gone over the time limit."
She raised her shaggy head and squinted ruefully at the reddening sky. "It should only be about two hours since we left the Cavern. Don't be such a spaz, Ky."
"Spaz? I'm just being obedient. The last time we stayed out too long, he threatened to shave us bald with that giant sword of his!"
She waved him off and started walking, swaggering her steps more than usual, toward the setting sun. "Oh, come on! That thing's probably dull anyway."
"No, it isn't! I've seen him skin a teela with it!"
"Scaredy pup," she taunted, looking back at her frozen friend.
Kyrunir grinned challengingly, knowing full well what would occur next. "If we run like crazy, we'll make it home in time."
Ukeera flashed him a smile. "Then the last one home is a phoenix that hatched in the middle of winter!" She took off sprinting, Kyrunir hot on her tail. Ukeera vaulted over a rotten log and landed skillfully on a bent tree root, springboarding off. Kyrunir, being less athletic, slowed down and hopped rather clumsily over the log, landing with a heavy thump on the other side. When he got to the Old Bone tree, an incredibly aged willow dubbed for the fronds of whitened twigs hanging low over the ground, Ukeera was waiting.
"See what I mean about uncoordinated?" she pointed out as he panted. "Now, come on! The sun's nearly gone!" She darted to the right, through a dense web of ivy, brush, and fallen logs. Kyrunir took off after her, ducking an inconveniently placed branch. You know, the kind that when you run into them, they snap back and whack you in the back of the head. Both rukits had only run about twenty feet when a bright flash of light about sixty paces away behind a tree startled Ukeera into stopping.
Kyrunir, as a result of his obliviousness to the event, ran right into her and the kinetic energy, coupled with gravity, pulled them down into a sliding crash. "Why did you stop?" Kyrunir growled through a full mouthful of Ukeera's bushy tail. He spat it out, looked at where his muzzle had been, and cringed in surprise, leaping up and shielding his eyes dramatically. "Great dragon eggs!" he cried.
She slapped him in the foot paw. "Will you knock it off? I saw something over there!" The girl staggered up, bracing herself against a nearby tree trunk. "And golly, how much do you weigh?" Ukeera stared at him, waiting for a satisfactory answer.
Kyrunir shrugged noncommittally, averting his eyes from the exasperated female's. "Last time I checked, I was fourteen lynes." (A/N: A lyne is a form of measurement equivalent to ten pounds. Kyrunir, in this case, weighs one hundred and forty pounds. Heavy little bounder!)
"That explains it! Now, let's go see what that flash was." Ukeera grabbed Kyrunir's hand and dragged him behind her as she navigated the web of trunks and ivy. Kyrunir began to get visibly nervous with each step they took, resisting her grip slightly.
"Uh, Ukeera, what if it's a giant Roc? You can see a lot of those in the Wompag—"
"Shh!" Ukeera hissed, silencing him with a searing glare. "Shut up! You're as loud as a lily toad!"
"In my defense, lily toads are a lot louder than I am." He thought about adding uglier to that sentence, but left it out for the reason that Ukeera would probably admit he was a little on the ugly side.
"You sound loud to me!" Ukeera finally got to a large patch of oljis bushes, stopping when the thorns threatened to stab her if she took another step.
Kyrunir yanked his hand from hers. "Well, are we lost now?" Ukeera was distracted by something in the vegetation, it seemed, for he got no response from the silent rukit. "Hello? What are you staring at?" Wordlessly, his companion pointed at four dark, groaning forms in the brush, which immediately set Kyrunir off trembling in fear.
"See, that's what I mean! You're such a wuss, Ky!" Ukeera nudged him in the ribs. "I'm going to see if I can distinguish their species. They certainly aren't rukit." Her glowing eyes located a patch of bare soil and she skillfully leapt to it, landing clear of the hostile thorns. Kyrunir made as if to follow but thought the better of it. "Stay there, Ky, you'll hurt yourself!"
The boy growled in humiliation and sat down at the edge of the oljis thorns' reach. "Hurt myself, my tail! Of all the embarrassing things…" he muttered grouchily as he watched Ukeera navigate the bed of thorns. He stuck his tongue out and sucked it back in when she looked back at him.
The female rukit finally reached one of the larger, bloodied things, reaching out to touch it. She drew her hand back when it made contact with the skin. "They're not furry, that's for sure!"
"What are they?" he asked, his voice cracking.
"I don't know! Now hush!" She felt along what she expected was the neck region but was stopped by a hard section of plates that started at the base of the neck. Ukeera gripped the edge part of it and heaved upwards a bit, extracting a grunt from the unconscious creature. "They don't seem hostile."
"That's 'cause they're out cold," Kyrunir deadpanned sourly, scratching at the muddy dirt with his finger. Ukeera shot him a steely glare and he shrugged. Sighing, she let the thing down gently and grabbed for one of the smaller forms, picking it up easily.
"This one's light. Ky, see if you can catch it." Kyrunir stood up, mumbling incoherently. "Hey, wake up! Here it comes!" He caught the bloody bundle of flesh easily, but nearly fell into the thorns below in the process of being unbalanced by the sudden weight. "Well? Can you tell what it is?" Kyrunir shot her a sarcastic glance. "No, feel its anatomy, you idiot!"
"But what if it's got a little…thingie and I happen to touch it?"
"Oh, fine, don't feel around there!" Kyrunir ran his hands over the back of the thing and found some leathery protrusions extending from the area where the neck starts. With growing confusion, he followed the neck up to a pair of long, short-furred ears and small horns.
"Uh, Ukeera?" he whispered, nestling his package in the crook of his elbow.
"What?" she asked, exasperated by his show of fear.
"I think this one's a…a…" he stammered back, not quite knowing how to say it.
"It's a what?" Ukeera put her hands on her hips, clearly impatient with her friend.
"A dragon."
Ukeera's eyes widened in astonishment. "Are you dead serious?" A nod was his reply. "You're sure?"
"What else has wings, horns, and long ears?"
Ukeera gave a low whistle. "I thought they disappeared during Aireilei's time," she mused. "But then, who are these guys?" She pointed toward the larger things.
"They can't be too bad. They brought dragons."
Ukeera scratched her chin in the dark. "Can you find your way back home?"
Kyrunir snorted. "I've got a nose for a reason, smart one."
Ukeera connected eyes with him. "Ky, you need to go get Elder Maha, some light, and a teela. I don't think we'll be able to get the other guys out as easily as we did the dragon." Her companion nodded solemnly. "Watch out for Rocs!" she called as he sped away, the dragon in his arms.
Dakari yawned and stretched sleepily in the warm sunlight. "Well, Watishi, what do you say we get going?" he asked the nearby grazing teela. The copper-colored animal raised its large head, mouth filled with emerald green grass, brown eyes sparkling. "Yes?" She finished munching on the vegetation and padded slowly to her rider. The rabbit samurai grinned as Watishi nudged his floppy gray ears affectionately. The teela lowered her head and allowed Dakari to grab her short bristly mane. "Up!" With a sharp motion, Watishi pulled him up to his feet.
Dakari told her firmly to stay there, giving a pat while he retrieved her homemade bridle from a low-hanging branch of the oak he had been dozing under. He grabbed the steel bit and easily pulled it down, showering himself with leaves in the process. "Open your mouth, Watishi," he began, brushing the leaves off his head with a grin, "and let's see those pearly whites of yours!" The teela tossed her head and gazed at him as he approached her with the softly shining leather bridle. Dakari waited patiently for her to part her huge jaws before proffering the hand-warmed bit to the animal. With the ease of long practice, Watishi gently took the bar of steel in her flat teeth, moving it to the back of her mouth. Dakari went around to the other side and eased the chinstrap under her cheek, sliding the needle into one of the strap's many holes.
The rabbit samurai adjusted his belt and swords with a semi serious frown before vaulting with a whoop into the saddle. Once settled comfortably, he checked the placement of the sun, squinting at the brightness of it. "We must hurry or we shall be late for our meeting with the elves," he observed ruefully, "and they do not like to be kept waiting. Go swiftly, but not noisily," Dakari advised as Watishi champed impatiently at her bit. "Remember, Xetyphaes has sentries stationed everywhere. My brother would highly disagree with me for this," he whispered into her twitching ear,"but be like the ninja." Watishi took the bit in her teeth and bounded away from the small glade, in which they had been resting, entering a narrow, rocky mountain path.
The teela checked the velocity at which she was traveling, veering hard to the right to avoid an untimely rockslide. Dakari patted her on the neck even though alarm was visible in his own eyes as well as Watishi's. "Be careful!" the rabbit warned as another pile of rubble and dust came to a halt, blocking the path behind them. He shrugged as she jumped a fallen log and skidded on shards of shale. Watishi nearly sent Dakari for a nosedive but used the rock wall to springboard off, landing neatly on all four paws. "I was about to say that if somebody was following us, they're out of luck, but you interrupted me in mid sentence!" Watishi responded with a soft moo-like moan.
Her small claws unearthed pebbles from the path, making hollow clacking sounds. She jumped a stunted juniper tree, landing in a patch of brown grass. "Shouldn't be far now, Watishi." Dakari bounced in rhythm with the teela's long steps. "When we get there, I'll get you some more hay. You deserve it." He patted the animal on her sweaty, muscular neck. Watishi nickered and sped up noticeably, taking longer strides. The walls widened out a bit, leaving more room for mess-ups on Watishi's part. She slipped on a slab of shale covered with sand and gravel, hitting a granite boulder on her shoulder and losing her footing on the treacherous ground. Only Dakari's quick reflexes saved him broken limbs. He carefully got off the heaving teela, concern etched on his features. "Are you alright, friend? You took a nasty fall there!" Her short, thick tail slapped the ground, confirming that she was unharmed for the most part.
Dakari yanked the reins from where they had snared on a lone branch sticking out of the ground and put them down. Going to the side that was covered with sweat and gravel, he inched his slim fingers under her back, heaving hard upwards with an exerted grunt. This quick motion righted Watishi, allowing her to stand shakily, panting. "Perhaps I should walk the rest of the way?" he suggested to the exhausted animal. Growling, the teela shook her head. "And I suppose you think that you can make it the rest of the way, with me riding?" Another growl. "No friend. I will walk." Dakari bent over and took the reins in his hand, starting down the path with an indignant Watishi following, joints still trembling from the impact of her crash.
Dakari's sandals made quiet crunching noises on the gravel as he went slowly downhill. Watishi had trouble keeping her footing in most instances when they came to loose shale and fell over once or twice. The sun was going down by the time they reached an opening into a large valley of waving grass, trees, and a stream of burbling water.
Dakari released the teela's reins and took of her bridle so she could graze on the wet grass. "We may rest here for a short while, Watishi. I will see if I can find kindling. I'll be back shortly!" He started to bound away toward a grove of large trees when an abrupt and bright flash lit the area near the beginning of the stream. A yelling figure plummeted out of thin air and went underwater with a large splash. Intrigued, Dakari stopped short and made his objection to find out just what that person was. When he arrived at the deep pond, he saw faint bubbles rising to the surface. If he squinted, he could see the thing struggling in…TENTACLES!
"Watishi! Find a vine and bring it over here! I'm going in!" Deftly, he drew a katana and shed his chain mail. With a war cry, he jumped off the side and dove under. The bubbles obstructed his view somewhat, but he could still see the squirming form of his target caught in tentacles. He arrowed toward the monster and slashed one of its eight eyes, wounding it and clouding the water with red blood. His lungs started to cry for air and he had to abandon rescuing for a moment to catch his breath. Only a few seconds after he reached the surface, a slimy arm grabbed his leg, yanking him down.
Enraged, the samurai stabbed the tentacle responsible for pulling him down. An unearthly shriek split the water as the writhing piece of sickening flesh floated to the surface of the once tranquil pond. Going for the kill, Dakari rammed his katana into the monster's head until only his sword hilt was showing. The person who had dropped from out of nowhere was released from the nauseating mess of rubbery flesh, suspended by its own buoyancy. Growling, Dakari yanked his sword out of the dying creature, grabbed his target by the hand, and burst out of the water, gasping for much-needed air.
Watishi was at the shoreline with a green vine in tow. As her rider approached, she threw the line into the water. Exhausted, the rabbit samurai allowed himself to be dragged to land. "Thank you, friend!" He waded out of the stained water, the subject of question in tow. Turning the thing on its back, he pumped its armored chest until it began spewing water, along with small particles of food. With a mighty heave, he lifted the unconscious form onto Watishi's back. "Now, back to camp with you! I must clean my sword and find kindling!" He slapped Watishi on the rump affectionately and watched her trot slowly to a flattened circle of grass.
Dakari stepped out of the water, shaking himself with finality. He may be sentient, but the rabbit in him demanded that a vigorous shaking was needed. He picked up his mail, slipping the wet metal back over his drooping ears. He must remember to pile on the blankets tonight, for he would catch a cold if he didn't. And the elves' healer was already quite fed up with seeing him in the infirmary, plagued by some wound or sickness.
Sputtering water out of his mouth, he hopped over the stream and started once again toward the grove of trees that had been his first destination. While wading through the knee-high grass, he wondered. Who was that person he just rescued? And what about the monster? Never in all his months of traveling Haradris had he ever seen such a thing. Just another one of the growing reasons that Xetyphaes had to be eradicated; and fast.
When Dakari finally returned to the campground, Watishi was laying down, guarding their guest by nestling it into her soft belly fur. The samurai laughed helplessly at her show of motherly behavior. Whenever he was at the elves' secret haven, there was always a single teela that tried for her affection through bravery. It seemed, though, that none compared to the stranger he'd recently dragged from the pond. "Desiring one of your own?" She snorted at him as he cleared away grass to make a circle for the fire, still chuckling at her antics. He grabbed a large-ish piece of wood, stood it on end, took out his longer katana and chopped it in half. "Now perhaps we shall see your baby's features in the light, friend!" he teased. Watishi flattened her ears and showed her teeth to him.
Once he had made a sizeable teepee of wood and kindling, he crawled to Watishi. "Upon my word, but I've forgotten to take off your saddle! Forgive me!" He wormed his hand beneath the shell of the creature to undo the buckles that held the saddle and saddle bags in place, lifting it off and setting it aside. He rummaged around in one of the bags until, with a triumphant whoop, he pulled out a shard of flint. Five minutes later, he had a cozy fire crackling, its flames dancing along the sleeping face of the creature whom Dakari had rescued. Both he and his teela sat transfixed by it.
It was green-skinned all over its body, its chest armored by yellow plates of keratin. Its back was covered with an olive green shell. The legs and arms were well muscled, standing out with bold shadows in the firelight. Leather pads protected its knees and elbows. On its face was a still-wet strip of light blue fabric that had eyeholes and tied around the back of the head. It had three fingers on each hand and two toes on each foot. But the most interesting thing of all were the body parts that didn't seem to fit at all. For one, there was a long, thin, light green tail adorned on the end with a bone-ribbed fan coming out under its shell. Long ears of the same color were on the sides of its head. And for some reason, it carried katanas.
"Well, I'd say our friend here isn't from Haradris or my home planet!" Dakari finally said to Watishi. The teela arched her neck and pulled a large saddle blanket from under her saddle, giving it to the rabbit samurai. He took it and dynamically rubbed his ears, face, and arms dry with it. When he was finished, he looked like a spiky-haired porcupine with long ears. Watishi coughed, a teela's way of laughing. Dakari made a disapproving face at her, sticking out his pink tongue for good measure. "Allow me to take first watch," he muttered, standing and grabbing the bedroll from Watishi's saddle. He unrolled it and unbelted his katanas, laying the sheathed swords nearby so they were at easy reach. With a childish giggle, he slid inside the blankets, resting his head against the saddle. "I'll wake you when it's your turn," he told his teela, winking at her. She grumbled and rested her huge head on the turtle's outstretched arm.
The herd of wild teela scattered away from a tranquil-shattering flash, mawing and mooing loudly for all they were worth. Kiara started from her post by a tree near the edge of the plains, squinting hard at the distant cloud of dust. "Something happened out there and the herd doesn't like it, Sor," she muttered to her comrade.
Her stunted companion nodded in shady agreement from his perch in a branch above her head. "Perhaps, but what on Haradris is making them stir up such a racket? Our patrol will be discovered by enemy group if they're not silenced soon." Sor reached behind him and grabbed the handle of his broadsword, pulling down his leather tunic with the other hand.
"So what do you suggest we do?"
He grimaced and pulled out his weapon with a muffled shing. "We find the disturbance. You still got that cloaking dust that Tor gave us?" he asked quietly, jumping down and landing lightly beside Kiara.
Kiara pulled out a small bag from her belt pouch with a bellowing sneeze. "Yeah, but my, it gets in your sinuses like nothing else!" The rukit sneezed again, nearly dropping the dust. "ACHOO!"
"Just get out your canteen, girl, and be quiet! You're lucky your former student Huena doesn't report us to the general!" Sor snatched the bag of dust and pinched his snout shut tight. "Canteen ready?" he asked in a congested voice. Kiara made a muffled sound that was somewhere between a sneeze and a laugh. "Oh, for the love of Yulakai, will you knock it off? Geez, somebody'd think you were just a green private by the way you act, lieutenant!"
"Tell me again," she chuckled, "why we need the dust?"
"Because it's broad daylight!" he cried as though she were insane, motioning to the sun-warmed brown grasses with a clawed hand.
"Oh, please! The tall grass could hide a full-grown quiffer wearing a saddle!" She frowned at his stubborn face until he gave in with a wretched pouting lip.
Growling defeatedly, Sor stuffed the leather pouch in his belt, stifling another massive sneeze. "Alright, but if we get caught, I'm telling the male captors that you're still a—" Kiara kicked him forcefully in the shin, cutting him off effectively, and he let out a pained yelp.
"You do and you're going to be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life, mister!" she snarled dangerously, baring her teeth. The gunghir muttered fervent curses under his breath, rubbing his injured limb furiously. "Now, can we get going? That's probably an enemy scout, Sor, and we need to apprehend it before it gets away!" She pointed at the milling herd of jumpy teela.
Grunting because of the still-present agonizing sting in his leg, Sor ground out a, "Weren't they just terrified and running around like rukits with their tails on fire a moment before?" Kiara nodded ruefully, shooting him an insulted glare, and slid down a steep incline of firm dirt, landing in a dug-up rabbit hole. Shaking her black-as-night fur out, she crawled quickly into the safety of the tall vegetation, motioning frantically for Sor to follow. He shrugged, wincing at his leg, and sheathed his oversized sword. Having not always been the stealthy one because of his wings, the gunghir made quite a bit of noise when he slid down the incline to join his patrol partner. Kiara hissed out a warning to the hapless, cringing male and he shot her a snort back.
It took them ten dusty, sweaty minutes to arrive behind the nearest grazing teela, and that animal, being untamed and wild, kicked out in fright with its hind legs and struck Sor in the shin – the injured one. Kiara chuckled helplessly at his expense as the culprit behind the forceful blow skittered off, mooing in confusion. Sor shot her a glare as she slowly stood up and slapped the nearest teela's coppery rump in order to make it move. It complied rather happily, taking the entire herd with it. Sor lay on the ground, shrinking into the dirt as the herd passed him by, stirring up dust. By the time they were gone, he looked like he'd been swimming in sand.
"What are you nuts?" he cried, on his feet. She shushed him firmly with a raised hand and parted the grasses with a shocked gasp.
"Sor, you might want to see this…" she stammered, stepping aside.
"What? Is it a dying squirrel or something?" he asked sarcastically, stepping up to her side. He started in surprise "Whoa, what are they?" In a large circle of flattened grass were five unconscious creatures.
Kiara knelt by the largest one's side. "This one's a female dragon, by the look of it!" She grabbed a white leathery attachment and extended it until it was stretched as far as it could. "Yup, dragon alright!" The owner of the wing groaned and twitched it spasmodically out of her hand.
"I thought dragons vanished all except for…her," Sor muttered, picking up a miniature, silvery-blue version of the bigger dragon. "This could very well be a trap, Kiara."
"And you're paranoid. Look, these guys are out cold. They couldn't hurt a fly."
Sor strapped the dragon he'd been handling into a large pouch at his waist. "I'm going to go tell the general about this. If they're not from Pastey's legions, we could use them for the coming battle."
Kiara motioned to a green-shelled thing underneath a yellow dragon. "What about that guy? We don't know what he is." She pounced to its side and turned it over, nearly falling head over heels in surprise. "Jhadie, this thing's…" She muttered a string of odd phrases under her breath as Sor bent over to examine it. He finally stood, thumbs in his belt, frowning in suspicion.
"I don't trust that thing. We'll interrogate it when it wakes up." Just for good measure (and because she was feeling particularly angry with him for teasing her with the earlier comment), Kiara punched his bruised shin – the one she had previously kicked mightily. "OW! What the bloody claw was that for?" he hissed through gritted teeth, clamping the aching appendage with his hands.
Kiara grinned and perked her huge ears forward as he hopped around in pain. "Oh, shut up sword boy and take your punishment. You deserved it anyway." He winced and raised his winged right arm but thought better of it and bounded away towards the mess of unruly trees from which they had come, limping and yelling curses whenever he came across a hole and stepped in it.
Confusticated? I thought so. I'll have to get more descriptions on teelas and quiffers. I do have drawings of them that I am too lazy to clean up and outline and scan...(dodges a flying table) Alright! Geez, get off my case already! And more about Dakari will be revealed soon. I've got a feeling that you peeps are accusing me of taking Usagi and changing his name...Just so you know, Kiara and Sor are around the age of twenty-four in Haradrian years. In Earth years, they'd be...forty-eight. (grins) No, they aren't old. Thanks for reading and keep up the reviews! I love 'em!
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