Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Jan 19, 2009 17:52:14 GMT -5
Shatrunjay could not believe what he was seeing. So this was the creature he had seen in his childhood. It had long leathery wings instead of feathered bird wings and a body of a mouse or something close to it. He was almost surprised that it didn't look very vicious at all. Mostly creature of the night or that live in caves had the reputation of being very deadly and bloodthirsty. Nevertheless. He was glad that these creatures had helped him and his followers.
"We thank you for your help. I have no idea how that marten managed to rally up numbers that large to her cause. Being it was only to kill me and me only and nothing about riches or easier pickings..."
"Cap'n, if anybeast ever tells you a toad is slow, don't believe it. We barely made it t' the longboat ahead of those slimy devils."
The bat leader nodded, his expression serious. He spread one wing towards the interior of the mountain. "Please, come this way into the chambers of the west, of the west. You may stay there, stay there." He began to walk slowly down the corridor of stone. "In the morning my bats will show you the way to the great dunes by the sea, where the mountain of fire stands, stands. Let them know if your party needs anything, anything." Nilansh glanced over at Shatrunjay expectantly. "Well, I reckon we oughta take them up on their offer. 'S not everyday our kinds are let into mousey places," Then he added: "Even if they are winged..."
----------------------------------------------- Shard had moved her horde of newts, birds and various criminals out of the cavern. She was moody and strangely silent, the only sign that she still lived was the glowering expression in her savage eyes. The pine marten sat upon the stones of the foothills staring out over her scattered horde, which stretched over three entire slopes. Even these numbers did not please her. She wanted no opposition! Not since her childhood was anybeast able or daring enough to stand against her, and then this oversized, snake-killing weasel from the desert outdoes her not once, but twice. She snapped her fingers and barked out: "Deadun." A stringy-furred and shivering dormouse crept over, too frightened to look her in the eyes. A hide collar was strapped tightly about his neck. "Well, slave?! Don't just stand there quiverin' like frogspawn, tell me what's beyond th' mountains!" "B-beyond the mountains are dunes..."The enslaved mouse muttered,"They border the sea to the west. Please, Master, that's all I know. Don't hit me..." Shardear snorted pitilessly, lashing out anyways. The dormouse was flung to the ground, a welt forming on his already scarred ears. "The sea, hunh?"She said strangely, her bad eye rolling back."That's what I need. No beast can run through the sea, not even him. When we git over these wretched mountains, I'll find him, and when I do, he'll regret it. Yes, he'll beg fer me to end his mizzerable life!" The dormouse whimpered and crawled away into the blackness, glad that he was not the one who would be on the recieving end of the abuse for long. The stars looked down upon those mountains as two plans were laid, one for vengeance and the other for honor...