So sorry for the month delay. Had alot on my plate, with exams, evaluations, and the fact that my parents are both across the world.
This came to me suddenly, and since i had an extra hour before i went to sleep, here it is!(:
"ASHH! Go fetch some pails of water!"
Ash paused in his reading, eyes flickering in the direction of the voice with annoyance. He shifted in his position in the apple tree, dangling his leg off the large branch and batting a fly that had been buzzing around his ear. The apple tree was full of maggots and flies, but was in one of the lesser travelled areas of the compound, being near the boundaries of the forest, near a river. Ash liked the place, even though the trek was long and filled with rocks, having little to no trouble with his abilities and the familiar surroundings. His eyes focused to the book on his lap and continued reading. Not a moment later though...
"ASH? ASH? You better not be a ignoring me, or i'll have your head tonight!"
Ash groaned, closing his book and gracefully disengaging himself from the tree, landing with a soft thud! on the dirt ground. He loped back to the common area, used for general assemblies, discussion groups for god knows what, we're cut off from society here! And more importantly, times of feasting. He approached his sister dearest Adele with her screeching voice that no one seems to mind who took over the cooking of the day, after their mother had went with a group of other werewolfen to the town for selling of yarn and garments. She had decided on chicken soup, just because.
She had already had the mammoth chickens perched on the cutting board, stripped of their feathers, looking very depressing and absolutely delicious to Ash. He reverted his gaze to his sister, who had a butcher's knife clutched in her slim, but strong fingers.
"Chicken soup? Really, sister?" He asked.
"Why not?" She shrugged. " the children are looking gloomy these days, so i thought chicken soup would cure them of it!"
Ash looked at her, confused. Pretty sure that won't work.
"Now for that water, Ashford?" She said, bringing the knife down on the neck of the chicken, with a slick thud!
Ash stiffed at the use of his full Christian name. He hated the name with a passion, - which is why the compound called him Ash- manlier, gives him a scarier aura – and it gratified him to hear it coming from is sister, who had a wonderful name. But he would never admit it, forsooth it gives her more power on him already .
"Can't you get someone else to do it? I am currently busy, as you can see." He said, gesturing to his book.
"As much i would like you to keep reading that picture book, the rare spectacle it is, no one else is willing and or too 'busy'" Ash grumbled at that, lazy bums. "to do this. Now will you, go fetch some pails of water, dear brother?" she said, fluttering her eyelashes at Ash, who only rolled his eyes in response.
"Fine. But may i remind you that its still better than those insufferable romantics that you read, no matter how detailed and informative as they might be." With a huff (manly huff!) he stalked off to find pails.
When he finally got sight of the pails, they weren't on the ground, but on the heads of giggling children, using them as helmets.
"ATTACKKK!" one child shouted, raising her branch with a cry.
Ash tried to get the pails with no avail, identified as a "DRAGGOONN! KILL ITT!" getting whacked with branches and kicked in the shins a few times, which he then gave up getting the pails.
"Chicken soup my arse, dear sister." He said, with a exasperated sigh and stalked off.