Yay to all my reviewers such as Tinselpool and Scyphi!... and not so to Kelaiah... Here's the next chapter. Please review cause I'm sorta depressed!
Lord Salgrine's head snapped up and he twiddled with his claws. A cruel, nasty smirk found its way to the the heartless fox's face. He motioned for Grogface to step out before facing the line of slaves.
"Here is your chance to prove yourself. If you don't, I will kill you, personally. I will talk to each one of you and assign you a task. Step forward, Eliena," he snarled. The trembling ottermaid faced him and curtsied politely, not wanting to be the first to face his wrath.
"Y - yes m - m - master?" She asked, her voice quivering dangerously as if on the brink of tears. The fox glanced at her lazily before tapping his claws thoughtfully. Then, he growled softly,
"Paint a portrait of her." He emphasized the word her. She nodded quickly and curtsied once more before scurrying away to the slave tent. The gray mole stepped out. The fox didn't need a second though.
"Juggle," he growled curtly. Cluffoim tugged his snout once more. Several slaves had been assigned something before it was Aydin's turn. Salgrine had a wicked grin plastered on his night black face. He lifted a claw to her chin. She leaped back, as if he were some sort of disease. Salgrine smirked again and his bushy tail whipped around.
"You will sing, then play a little prank on them, mimic, dance, do whatever you can!" Aydin's eyes met his. She didn't flinch, nor did she tense at all. Finally, she nodded stiffly and with an annoyed sigh, growled,
"Yes master." Venom was dripping beneath those words. Salgrine smirked yet again, thinking that he had won her over, destroyed her rebellious attitude. He had no idea how wrong he was. In a flash, the squirrel maiden had whipped out her concealed dirk and was on him. She pressed the cold steel to his throat and growled angrily,
"I will kill you if you harm a hair on any of my friends' pelt. I will make you wish you had never been born!" The fox just shrugged and flicked her off. Unfortunately for the warlord, one of the warriors from the close combat regimen had seen it. As had his head general.
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Naughty dibbuns, attacking poor Friar Fillor and stealing those pasties! Anyhow, all the Abbey creatures are getting ready for the Summer of the Black Swans! It's pretty obvious why it was named that. Abbess Chamomile was visiting her swan friends who had just returned from migrating and discovered that they had chicks. When they had hatched, they were a pure black color, not a foggy dark gray or veiled with white but just pitch black! I guess that's what the Amara, head of the dibbun group, was using those raspberry tarts and blackberry pies for. Everyone is excited for the games. Apparently, the dibbuns were using those treats to practice for the water balloon contest!
So many others say I should act dignified! Why? Just because I'm older doesn't mean I have to be all prim and proper. I should be able to enjoy my last years. At least Abbess Chamomile agrees with me. Young Abbess loves to frisk around like a dibbun. Yesterday, a patrol of Salamandastron hares came by. Sargeant Darisol, Lieutenant Fennira, Corporal Altora, Lorinka Temara Pantrigol, and the new leverets, Catiria Dillo Emera, Tessera Lsiro De Cannie, and little Picasso Lsink Fiaso. Everyone saw Fillor's horrified expression. Darisol is just as bad as the dibbuns! Snatching sweets of windowsills and whatnot?
Sister Alicia, our kind Infirmary Keeper has a new helper, the quiet Eslanda. Sweet mouse took a pastie out of Darisol's paws without him making a peep! Oh boy, is that strawberry fizz I smell? I'll have to end this here, Chamomile is certain to leave none for me, the poor recorder!
Aliankra,
Recorder of Redwall
Aliankra stretched, mouth set in a silent yawn. Three sharp raps on her door brought her back. Abbess Chamomile stepped in, a wavering smile on her petite features. She was actually quite a young squirrel, in her prime years. Her bright golden fur held a sheen that was unrivaled by any they had ever seen. She had fine, black tipped ears and a grace that only a deer could match. The young abbess glided forward. Aliankra's slender tail twitched. She narrowed her eyes in mock annoyance.
"Wait, if you're up here, doesn't that mean you finished all the fizz?" Chamomile looked hurt.
"Are you asking me to? Because I just saved two cups for you." Aliankra was down the stairs in a flash, her tail waving before disappearing completely. Chamomile followed her down and heard Aliankra's wild cry,
"Last one to finish is a dirty dibbun!" Chamomile glared at her friend in mock anger.
"Not fair, you got a head start!" Aliankra shrugged nonchalantly and flicked her ears.
"When are YOU ever fair?" Chamomile grinned.
"Right." Aliankra looked satisfied with herself, now that her point was taken. Suddenly, two dark, velvety brown ears poked up from behind the windowsill. Aliankra the mouse smiled deviously. Abbess Chamomile caught the look and a mischievous grin worked at her mouth. It took a lot to keep from bursting into a fit of giggles. Both Recorder and Abbess slunk over to the ears. Now, contented grunts could be heard. Then, the two leaped up and grabbed whoever it was by the ears.
"Owww! You know bally well than to sneak up on a poor ol' chap - oh, wot? 'S the blinkin' Abbess, wot!" Aliankra couldn't help it. She clutched her sides as she laughed hysterically, big, raindrop tears welling up at the corners of her soft hazel eyes. Darisol folded his arms and snorted while muttering,
"Bad form, marm, bad form, wot!" Abbess Chamomile clasped a paw over her mouth and winked at the Recorder.
"Looks like we caught our thief! Won't the Friar be proud!" Darisol blanched visibly and struggled vainly to free himself. Then, a hedgehog burst through the door, face as red as a beet. Darisol's face twisted into a look of horror. Friar Fillor waved a frying pan menacingly, then watched as Darisol wriggled out of Chamomile's grasp and bolted for the door. Fillor raced after him, his spikes bristling in every direction.
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Katalia was fully clothed in her usual attire. A silken lavender tunic with a pale golden sash tied loosely around it. She rushed down the stairs, eager to report her sightings. Suddenly, she rammed into something hard and furry. It whipped around and snarled,
"Watch it Kat!" Katalia found herself staring into the furious face of Miila, an otter about the same age as her. She curtsied politely before skittering away, not wanting to face the wrath of the ottermaid when she was angry!
Okay, I'm really bored with this. Might delete it, might not. Anyways, review!