A Furry Story The start of a none Erotic furry story.
Posted Tue Jul 20, 2010 05:34 PM
This is the first chapter of a fantasy adventure story called "The Division of Species".
The rain fell thick and fast, splashing off the cloaks in the dark forest. The girl screamed as she ran, her dress was torn and the trees seemed to snatch from the darkness trying to catch her. Five people pursued her, but she only knew about two of them, the other three slid through the darkness silently, moving quick as they watched the scene un-ravel.
The girl screamed in despair as she tripped and fell flat in the dirt and half rotten leaves of the forest floor, her body shook as the two men closed in from behind, spreading out slightly, one smirked, pulling back his hood, his smooth skin and short black hair quickly getting splattered with water as he taunted. “Young thing like you shouldn’t be wearing dirty clothes, should she mate?”
The other man grinned and flicked the short and vicious looking knife in his hand side to side, as the girl rolled on to her back and stared up at her attackers. “I recon she could use some help getting out of em, don’t you?”
Back in the shadows of the forest one of the three watchers took a step forward only to have his mottled cloak snatched and dragged back, the hood fell back revealing his long white furred ears and the soft white furred face. His face was pulled in an expression of agony as he spun on his companions. “How can you just watch! They’re going to…” His eyes dripped tears which were invisible amid the splashing rain that ran through his fur.
He snatched at the two wrists that restrained him, there was a quick scuffle and the scene behind him was temporarily forgotten as he squirmed and twisted in his companions arms, the hoods fell back, a tiger man and a female dog glared at the rabbit, “That’s enough, we are here to observe and record, to see if humans are ready to rejoin us, not to go dashing out announcing our presence just because someone is doing something we don’t like. For all we know this could be part of their mating ritual.”
A scream ripped through the air, and the rabbit snatched and twisted viciously at both of the hands holding him, twisting the wrists till the grips gave way. “That’s not a mating ritual and you know it.” He snapped angrily and dashed off into the woods before he could be grabbed again.
The tiger turned to chase him, but the dog placed a hand on his shoulder, she shook her head, “He is too fast, and to be honest I don’t blame him, if I had his guts in just ignoring our orders, I’d try to help to. But be ready to kill them all, the orders say if we are compromised kill all witnesses if clean kill is possible.”
The tiger nodded and slid his paw under his cloak, resting it on the hilt of a long slim sword.
The woman had been pinned down by the two men, one sat across her legs and groped at her body as the other pressed both her arms into the ground above her head, kneeling across them. The knives prodded and scratched at her skin as she cried openly, squirming desperately, her hope was ebbing and fading away as the two leered at her. Her skirt split open and her body exposed to the leering eyes and grasping hands of the two.
The one across her thighs started to tug at his belt with one hand, pressing the knife point to her stomach with the other, “Time we took this to the next level.” He leered, “Hope you like- AH!” he never finished his thick leering question as a massive heavy foot slammed into the arm holding the knife sending it spinning off into the darkness. The foot spun and slammed sole first into the face of the other, knocking him off the woman, he only just managed to keep grip of his knife.
Both men stumbled and crawled back, pushing themselves up onto their feet, and glaring at the figure that stood over the woman. “I don’t think she likes the game you are playing.” Came the quivering angry voice from beneath the hood.
The man with the knife growled, “Who the hell do you think you are, she’s our fucking toy!” the man with the knife stood glaring at the shadowed hooded face of the figure as his partner moved round behind him.
Below the hooded figure lay the woman, she stared up wide eyed at the mottled cloak and strong stance, her prayers had been answered, someone had saved her, but who, and why. Her savior stepped from over her, moving a few steps away, he stayed facing the one with the knife. “She isn’t anyone’s toy, and both of you need to leave!” roared the cloaked figure.
The woman on the ground glimpsed the feet close to her head, it was strange, they looked like they were wrapped tight in furred boots, but they were so large, even for thick fur boots of a woodsman.
“You’re gonna regret that” snarled the man with the knife viciously, he charged at the same moment the hands of the other wrapped round the cloaked figure, who merely breathed in deeply, his arms bulked outwards, and snapped up, grabbing the wrists of the arms that enclosed him. He ducked and stepped back and round, his lithe body slipped round the large man holding him, and suddenly he was behind the man, watching as the knife sank into the stomach of his would be killers partner.
But as his head had slipped through the grabbing arms his hood had been knocked back, and his short furred face, long white ears, and forward pushing muzzle had been brought into view of the knife wielding man and the woman who lay forgotten on the ground.
The woman lay staring in shock, she didn’t understand, what was it that had saved her, it looked so strange, she was afraid, but it had saved her, surely it wasn’t the demon it looked like.
The knife wielding man felt the blood flow over his fingers and dragged the knife back, his partner grunted as it slid from his stomach, “You bastard” roared the knife wielding man, staring at the blood on his hand, washed away by the rain as he stared. “You bastard demon!” he roared and threw the knife clumsily, the furred head vanished behind his stunned partner, who stood there, holding his stomach, staring down at the blood leaking out of him.
“You bloody stabbed me you idiot!” he roared at his friend, “You fucking stabbed me!” he slumped to his knees, his face beginning to grow pale as the lucky shot into his liver began to take its toll, the rapid blood loss weakening him quickly, the shock draining him faster.
“No I bloody didn’t” roared back the man who had thrown the knife, his face locked in a mix of horror, and anger, he stared as the demon that had made him stab his friend, he stared with fear and hatred, the demon was moving, slowly, putting itself between him and the woman he had been after.
The still standing man moved round the clearing, keeping his eyes on the demon he felt around in the dead leaves and plants for the knife he had thrown, curling his fingers round the grip and standing back up, glaring angrily at the furred beast. “You’re dead!” snarled the man and charged, slashing with the knife angrily.
The knife hissed and flashed as it sang through the air, the furred demon dipped and dodged, moving like liquid as he flowed away from each slash, the knife nicking his cloak as his feet kicked up the dirt and leaves, his toes digging in as he danced back. “You should have run” the demon growled, and moved forwards and down, under the newest slash. The knife nicked one of his ears and he hissed in pain, but didn’t stop, diving straight in, his feet dug into the floor for purchase, his hands whipped out into his attackers stomach, coming up to catch the arm as it tried to swing back, twisting, pulling, his shoulder drove into the mans elbow and the crack made the woman on the floor flinch.
The scene had happened so fast it was like two still images, one after the other, one of the demon ducking below a knife blow, facing the man his fists driven into the mans stomach. The next image saw him with his back pressed to the body of his attacker, the mans arm over the demons shoulder, the elbow at an impossible angle, the demons face in a deep angry frown, the mans in agony.
The woman watched as the knife tumbled to the floor, and the demon stepped away, “Run now! or I’ll break your neck next.” The man glanced round, his companion was dead on the floor, face down and unmoving, and the demon stood there staring at him. The man turned and fled.
The demon turned to the woman on the floor, she flinched and slid back slightly, her body was naked, the dress lay in tatters below her as she stared up at the creature, fear on her face. He knelt down, a good distance from her, as a small line of red ran down his ear staining the white fur pink, despite the rain. “There’s no need to fear me, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He said, his angry voice suddenly soft, and caring.
He dragged his cloak off, it was a simple leather cloak, long and clasped down the front, a simple hood, the leather mottle dyed in different shades of brown. He dragged it off over his head, and dropped it on the floor. His face looked a little fallen, “Here, you should go home, it isn’t safe to wander around alone.”
Without his cloak his deep blue shirt and pants came into view, simple woolen things, crafted for durability, not style. He smiled at her, or she thought it was a smile; it looked strange on the animal like face. “Take the cloak, and…” he stopped to wipe the line of blood as it twisted across his face and ran down into his eye for a moment, he wiped it away, blinking “go home” he finished.
He was a bit shocked, his blinks had made him essentially blind for a moment, and suddenly the woman was sitting closer, her hands taking the cloak gently, she pulled it over her shoulders, “th-thank you” she mumbled, “you’re bleeding,” she added, her eyes showed she was still a little afraid, but something in his voice and the situation gave her confidence that he wasn’t going to hurt her.
He laughed and smiled again, his hand… no paw, she wasn’t sure which, it looked like a hand, but it had fur… reached up and covered the cut near the tip of his ear, “Yea, I guess I wasn’t as fast as I should have been,”
The woman looked round for a moment pulling up one of the cleanest pieces of her tattered dress, reaching up and tying it round his ear, he flinched, and bit his lip, “Where do you live?”
The woman glanced down into the demons… that’s not right, she thought, his, his face… she nodded back the way she had been running, “Whennoon,”
He nodded and smiled “I’ll walk you to the edge of the forest. Just incase he is still around.” He blushed and smiled, standing up and offering her his hand, dragging her up to her feet with surprising strength for his lithe shape. “I’m Nicolas,” he said softly, glancing round and shaking some of the rainwater from his face.
“N-nicolas” she mumbled as she set off back towards town with him trailing in her footsteps. She didn’t speak and neither did he, she didn’t know what to say, she was shocked, and confused, and so many things, her mind shut itself down.
The man with the broken arm wouldn’t be trying to hurt the woman again that night, or any other night, he lay with a slit throat at the feet of the rabbits two companions, “and the girl? We need to stop her telling anyone about us.”
The dog raised an eyebrow at the tiger, “I never saw any girl, I saw two men fighting in the woods, and they stumbled across us, we ended their fight for them. Nicolas lost his cloak in the struggle, it landed in a stream and got swept away.”
The tiger looked uncertain, and shook his head, “If she tells someone they will know we are lying, and that’s going to be worse than any hatred Nicolas could have for us if we kill her.”
“You aren’t killing her, that’s final” said the dog in a commanding voice, “I’m in charge, I’ll take responsibility if she tells anyone. To be honest I don’t think she will, and she only saw Nick, knowing humans she’ll chalk him up as a demon or angel or some such religious nonsense.” She didn’t say it, but she thought, with any luck at least.
The edge of the forest was more sparsely wooded and Nicolas drew up just short of the thinning section of trees, the small wooden built town buildings at the edge of the town could be seen in the soft moonlight, despite the murky rain that fell even thicker beyond the forest. He turned to the shivering woman at his side and nodded with a soft smile on his rabbit lips. She was looking more confident and had stopped staring at him with fear and confusion. He looked into her bright blue eyes and saw a thankful young girl. “Whennoon, Milady” He gave a slow bow and smiled chuckling at himself. “Try not to go walking late at night in the woods, I might not always be there” He said, a soft kind tone to his voice. The pinking of his fur had spread from the line to nearly cover the left side of his face, despite the makeshift bandage.
Looking out at the town the woman’s heart danced with pleasure, standing so close to home she felt so much calmer, and her body aching and tired from the stress and fear felt ready to return to the small cottage she lived in with her family. “Thank you for protecting me” She mumbled and touched her fingers gently to the back of one of his furred hands, still unsure whether she should think of it as a paw, or claw, or hand.
“I’ll watch till you reach the buildings,” He said and gently placed a paw to her back, pushing to the camouflage cloak, urging her towards the town. Her weak legs shook slightly as she stumbled across the open grown to the town, touching the first building and leaning on it with pleasure. She glanced back to the forest only just catching a glimpse of faded brown-blue as it dashed deeper into the forest and away from her life. She stumbled back to her home and collapsed through the door to a babble of questions and the nights events struck her like a hammer, she fell into the arms of her brother as she cried thick tears, fear, anger, pain, and relief flooded her all at once and her aching body gave way.
Her night was filled with questions that she answered in faltering and nervous tones, not sure how to phrase what she had to say.
The young rabbit had his back pinned hard to the truck of a tree, the tiger pushing him firmly to the tree the sharp point of a blade to his chest, he squirmed as the tiger glared down at him. The female dog stood beside the tiger and matched his glare. “You stupid little leveret,” snarled the female dog, “Now I am doing you a favor by convincing our companion not to slit her throat, or report you, but you will stick to our story.” She described the rather simple falsehood she had prepared for when they returned home.
Nicolas nodded and squirmed as the tigers blade pricked at his chest, “I’m sorry ok”
The dog laughed and pushed her paw firmly to his throat “You’ll be more than sorry if we get caught and blamed for this you stupid, insolent, self indulgent little…” She sighed “You know how much trouble you’ve got us in right?”
He nodded as her ranting of the last few minutes had brought home how much trouble he could have caused, all through the rant the throbbing in his cut ear was getting stronger and he was starting to get a headache, the rough treatment and threats weren’t helping, but he felt guilty for risking his companions jobs, even their freedom over saving the young woman, even if he’d done the right thing.
The female dog laughed and shook her head, “But I have to admit you handled it pretty well, very…” she smirked teasingly “Intimidating,” she mimicked the young rabbits voice quietly “’Run Now! Or I’ll break your neck next!” She smiled and patted his cheek as the tiger slid his sword into its sheath at his belt.
“I’m not lending you my cloak” grumbled the tiger as the rabbit shivered the heavy rain soaking into his woolen shirt and breeches and chilling him on the cold night.
“Neither am I” said the dog firmly, “He can freeze to death on the run back, his own fault for giving it to that woman,” both tiger and dog exchange a soft glance as the rabbit gave no argument but fell into place beside them as they set off at a quick confident pace through the forest, moving with a fluid animal grace between trees as they headed back towards the raging river that marked the edge of the humans territory.
The door burst inwards and heads shot up, Andre the tiger slumped in with the female dog close at his heels, across his broad shoulders was the young rabbit that had only recently joined the observation station, his face was stained pink-red with blood and his cloak was missing.
Annara was the first to the trio, she was a broad shouldered female horse and equally a match for any of the men in the group when it came to strength, her body was still feminine to a degree, an hourglass figure, and perhaps slightly smaller than normal chest. She scooped the young boy from Andre’s shoulders with ease and carried him towards the table. The group sitting round the wooden table in the small building moved in a frantic rush to clear it for the young rabbit to be laid down.
“What happened here then?” Asked Annara softly as she looked down at the soaked shirt and breeches and the pink-red face of the rabbit, following the darkening shades to the tip of the boys ear.
Mikkara stepped forward and inclined her head to the staring group, “We stumbled on by a pair of men involved in a knife fight in the woods, young Nicolas took a slash to the ear, it didn’t seem all that serious so we left it, he passed out just after we crossed the river.”
Annara was the unofficial medic of the group and was quickly unwinding the makeshift bandage; she looked at it curiously for a moment, but dropped it aside and examined the wound on the young boys’ long ear. It looked nothing more than a nick at the tip of the ear and yet the staining and way it still dripped blood hinted at something deeper as she gently explored the unconscious rabbit’s ears with firm but kind hands.
As the mares’ hands brushed over the ear the tiny nick at the tip suddenly opened up almost a quarter of the way down the long ear. A sharp hissed intake of breath came from several places round the room, the wound was deep and it wasn’t much of a surprise the rabbit was unconscious. Annara was quick to push the ear back together ordering up the medical kit the group carried incase one of them got injured. The others watched in silence as Annara sucked at her lip, looking down into the medical kit, it didn’t have any of the things she’d need for this.
“Malcolm, go fetch that sewing set you were using to stitch up the rip in your pants the other week, and Andre put some water on the fire to boil.” The wolf and tiger did as they were bid without much argument, the pair knew after seeing the depth of the cut that the boy was now very close to the edge of survival, so far from a proper healer his life rested on the work of the mare and the obedience of those she gave jobs too, a sort of military mindset overtaking the group.
Those that watched held their breath as the small room felt even smaller, the female dog slumped into a chair in the corner, wondering if she should have held the impulsive young rabbit back harder, or run him home without the threats. She’d been in the field often enough she should have seen the signs of blood loss, should have noticed the tingeing of his face and known the cut was deeper than it looked.
The fire was kept roaring and hot, in the corner of the hut where the hearth stood, on cold nights like this and water was not long coming to the boil, the heavy set tiger heaving the heavy iron pot over to the table, it clunked heavily as it was placed on the wood beside the mare and almost as if by queue Malcolm the wolf appeared through the door that lead to the sleeping area holding up a small leather pouch containing all his sewing gear.
The mare fished into the leather pouch and drew out a large needle and some black thread, dipping the needle into the boiling water as she licked the tip of the thread. Her movements were confident and quick as she threaded the freshly boiled needle and then submerged the needle and thread into the boiling water once more. “He’s luck he’s unconscious” She mumbled as she gripped his ear and sank the needle through the rabbits ear and curled it round and back through, sewing the two sides of the vicious cut together. Those watching shuddered at the display of rapid and rough medical care, and all gave a silent prayer that they would never need Annara to treat them for such a cut.
Posted Tue Aug 17, 2010 01:11 AM
Posted Tue Aug 17, 2010 03:16 PM
I know it's not great and it's certainly not erotica, LOL, but I thought I'd post it up for those curious about none erotic furryness,
I wrote it myself, and this is 1 of 2 comppleted chapters, the second chapter is shorter.
Thanks for the comments guys,.
Posted Tue Aug 17, 2010 04:38 PM
Posted Wed Aug 18, 2010 10:44 PM
I loved it. It's more of a fantasy story - not the sexual kind of fantasy but the LOTR kind of fantasy. Sort of. But not totally.
Does that make sense, Att?
Whatever - forget trying to label. It's great - well-developed characters with realistic personalities (so far), a plot with action and excitement, a killer beginning to catch attention right away... Just great.
I'd also love to read the next chapter.
Posted Thu Aug 19, 2010 11:24 AM
The chamber was crowded and in an uproar, growls and shouts bounced around the room and no one totally heard what was being yelled at them. Approximately thirty sat at the semi-circular table, each sat in a simple wooden chair and wore simple clothes of soft material. They sat around the curve of one side of the table, so they could all face out to the small area of empty room and the door of the chamber.
Standing before them was a tall broad shouldered tiger, his body wrapped in leather and a heavy sword hanging from his hip. He smiled a secret inner smile at the confusion his words had caused among his peers, his inner smile turning to a sneer at the lack of control some of them showed in their shouts and bangs on the table.
The only figure that didn’t speak or move was the robed figure of an old wolf at the head of the table, she had rough fur and slightly drooped ears, she sat still and silent. Her eyes, deep and grey bore into the tiger as he stood there, his lips weren’t moving but she read his emotions from his eyes as clear as day, she had been sitting at the table longer than anyone around her, and had out lived most of those that came before.
She lifted the heavy metal sphere she held in her left paw and slammed it down against the metal plate set into the table. Once, twice, three times the loud crack echoed round the chamber, breaking through the noise and confusion, everyone turned their heads to gaze at the wolf, the room falling silent.
The old wolf frowned for a moment, “You are aware Councilor Corindar that bringing a weapon into this chamber is against the oldest and most important rules of the tribal council.” Her voice was soft, but held such a deep and resonant tone of command that no one in the chamber would ever dare speak over her.
The tiger leaned forward, placing a broad paw down onto the table, his brows bent down as he glared at the old wolf. “I am marching to my tribes army the moment this meeting is over, I do not have the time to play the games this council so enjoys, anymore,” He snarled out at her, “I have heard the reports myself, or do you call my tribe liars!”
A middle aged rabbit with heavy brown fur, sitting at one end of the semi circular table shook his head firmly, his long ears twitched as he moved. “No one on the council calls your tribe liars, But you must understand our confusion. The groups by the river Surrat are mixed, with members of many tribes, if one of those groups had seen anything we all would know.” Despite being one of the youngest councilors his voice was a delicate calming tone. “We were merely unaware you had your own groups entering the human territories.”
A tall strong shouldered dog, at the other end of the table to the rabbit, laughed a slightly bitter laugh. “Councilor Anders, brings up a good point, the council agreed five years ago that any group entering the human territories should be declared to the council.” She glanced at Corindar, “Even you agreed to this, and yet now you reveal you have been breaking the agreement of the council.”
The tiger shook this off with a snarl and a flick of his paw, “Pah, so I didn’t tell you exactly what I was doing. The matter remains, the humans are girding for war, and readying themselves to attack!” his voice growing louder, raising towards a shout, “They will never be ready to become part of the world again, we should kill them now before they strike against us!”
The whole chamber dissolved into shouting again, the old wolf slammed down the metal sphere. “Enough!” she barked, and the chamber fell suddenly still. “Councilor Corindar, do not shout within the chamber. I for one am not satisfied with the information you have given us. The humans have not shown anymore aggression than any of the other tribes.”
Corindar punched the table, and several of the smaller council members glanced at the sword, he had, nervously. “That is tantamount to calling my tribe liars and warmongers Vennia, choose your next words carefully.”
Vennia smiled warmly, her voice calm and confident, “It has been long agreed by the council that the eyes of one tribe are not the eyes of another, we all see the world differently. I will not accept to move my tribe to war without having had three tribes observe the actions of the humans that give you concern.”
The tiger snarled at the annoyingly calm reply, turning his back. He spoke as he walked to the door, refusing to turn to the council. “You spend your time pretending the humans aren’t dangerous, I am withdrawing all my warriors from protecting council lands, my tribe is no longer part of your precious council. We will destroy the human threat by ourselves!!” the last words half lost in an angry roar as he swept from the chamber before anyone could call him back.
Three members of the council jumped to their feet to chase after Corindar, “No!” barked out Vennia and they all froze before slowly sinking back into the seats.
It was Councilor Anders that spoke first, “Without the tiger tribes warriors the Ferriali will over run the edges of my tribes lands, we fight with heart and intelligence but we are mainly a peaceful tribe, we do not train enough warriors to turn back those mindless creatures.” His voice surprisingly calm.
Vennia nodded, “It is known to the council that your tribe sit on the main front against the Ferriali, loss of your tribe and its lands would severely weaken the council, my tribe can spare warriors to help your tribe protect its lands.”
The dog who sat across from the rabbit nodded, “My people aren’t as good at food production as your tribe Councilor Anders, your tribe often trades with us.” He smiled warmly, “My tribe would be pleased to offer your lands a small contingent of our best warriors, the Ferriali are a risk to us all.”
The council meeting continued, and the topic of the Ferriali held for some time, many tribes asking for help, or trading for it, from their more warlike friends and allies. It was only after the defense of the tribe-lands was talked through completely that the topic of Corindar and the humans returned to the fore of the meeting…
The world was black and empty, and Nicolas floated in the darkness, like floating in warm water, so warm, so comfortable, he felt content. The warmth was enveloping and holding, he couldn’t think of anything important to do as the world seemed to squeeze him softly, he didn’t care where he was, or how he’d gotten there.
As he floated silent and safe his nose began to itch, he tried to reach up to scratch it, but couldn’t move. For some reason he didn’t even care why he couldn’t move, all he wanted to do was stop the itch, the itch that was spreading, moving down his nose and throat, into his lungs. He wanted to cough, to scratch, to choke, but he couldn’t.
For the first time in what seemed like years of floating at peace in the blackness he felt a twinge of panic and confusion, he needed to cough, his lungs were beginning to burn, the blackness started to encroach as if it were a malignant creature squeezing at him.
Nicolas opened his eyes, his black peaceful world turned blinding white and all he could see was a bright white light. He blinked and then groaned deeply, his body twisting slightly on the bed, the feeling of floating at peace replaced with a painful ache, a thumping head, and leaden limbs.
The bright light slowly faded and the world, though foggy and confused, filtered through his thumping mind. Sitting beside his bed was a female dog, she had slightly tired looking eyes, and was placing the cork into a small brown vial. Above Nicolas’s head hung an old oil lamp, it was burning low but had almost blinded him when he’d opened his eyes. “Glad to see you decided to wake up.” Said a deep voice to Nicolas’s side.
Nicolas turned his head, groaning out as the thumping grew stronger. In the dim light of the room he made out the form of Annara and Malcolm, it was Malcolm who had spoken, a smile on his lips. “You owe me for the thread.” He said gruffly and winked.
“Thread? What? Why does my head hurt?” Mumbled Nicolas, he reached up to hold his throbbing head only to have a shooting pain rip through his ear and he threw back his head and yelped out, pulling his hands away suddenly.
Mikkara glanced round and chuckled as she placed the brown vial down on the bedside table, “Malcolm, go get the nurse you worthless wolf, tell her the smelling salts brought round our sleeping beauty,” Her voice light and friendly but tired.
Nicolas blinked confusedly, wincing at the thump in his head, as the wolf Malcolm pulled himself up and headed out of the room. “Smelling Salts? Nurse?”
Annara laughed softly and moved over onto the side of Nicolas’s bed, smiling kindly she rested a gentle hand against his chest. “You are a little out of it aren’t you?” her voice was soothing as she gently stroked along his chest through the blanket, “You got hurt, remember, it was worse than anyone thought, so after I stitched you up we had to load you into the cart and take you back to the Rabbit tribes southern town Secca, closest one that would know how to treat you. It was an anxious run through the rain.” She gave his chest a gently little punch. “You’re a real pest, you know that Nic.”
“Wait, what? Stitched me u….” Nicolas’s voice died off as Malcolm returned with a young rabbit in tow. She was tall and snow white from tip of ears to the shoulders, the lowest part Nicolas could see. She wore a simple soft green robe and her ears were tied in a simple cross pattern with a strip of the same color cloth. Nicolas blinked again and stared at the soft face, deep green eyes and kind smile.
“So he’s up is he, ok then,” She looked over him for a moment, walking to the side of the bed, her fingers moved across in front of his eyes slowly, “Has he been vacant like this since he woke up, he might have suffered more that we thought.”
Mikkara laughed and pushed herself up from her seat, heading towards the door, “No,” she threw her arm around Annara and Malcolm, “He’s only been like that since you got here, perhaps you should give him the kiss of life, that’d bring him back.” She laughed and dragged her companions from the room, as the three of them rocked with laughter and supported each other.
Nicolas went a deep bright red under his soft white fur and let out a groan, wanting to burry himself back under the blankets. The nurse laughed softly and winked, “No need to blush, I am sure your friends are just concerned for you.” She laughed a soft tinkling laugh, like a silver bell, “Alright then Mister, time to drink and eat, you lost a lot of blood, time to replenish the supplies.”
Mikkara leant against the side of the building, rubbing her back against the rough wood and grinning at her companions, “Well, as we are in a village who says we go get something decent to eat for once?”
Malcolm wrapped a paw around Mikkara’s shoulder and grinned broadly, “You’re paying.” He winked as his other arm closed round Annara, “Come on, lets go eat.” Dragging the two young ladies off towards the town market.
Posted Thu Aug 19, 2010 01:16 PM
As your adorable best friend I think I have earnt the right to make that demand
Posted Tue Aug 31, 2010 02:38 AM