Post by greycloud on Feb 23, 2011 21:39:37 GMT -6
OOC: Yep time for one of my random fantasy stories about wolves or something. Like always i'll be making it up as I go along so meh.
Story:
It was a icy cold night. The bright brown eyes of Cloak closed as sleep took over his body. His white pelt shimmered and his mostly black tail seemed to become part of his shadow.
The wind picked up and whistled angrily as it shook the tall maple trees surrounding the the abandoned human cottage. Coals of an ancient fire rustled across the fireplace and the whistled picked up at the top of the chimney.
The calico pelt of Heather was also shimmering. Her bright ginger patches glowing like a fire and the brindle spots seemed to ripple like the nearby stream. Her gaze was focused on the two mice on he rug in the center of the room. She noticed Cloak fall asleep and rolled her electric green eyes. Her razor sharp claws flexing as a few drops of rain plopped onto her white and ginger head.
Heather jumped up and unsheathed her claws as blue-grey fur blurred across the room. She relaxed realizing it was just Crypt. "You late." she murmured, her raspy voice surprisingly smooth and soft sounding.
The blue-grey tom rolled his own hazel eyes. "I was dealing with that kittypet who kept crossing into our land." he growled deeply. His blood red fangs baring in a semi-playful snarl. "And to me, it looks like you two have been lazing around." he growled again.
Heather squinted her eyes. "We hunted and patrolled the other half of the borders, Crypt, We just got back, and i'm thankful to considering the weather." She hissed sanding up. She was tired of Crypt acting like she and Cloak never did anything. Without them Crypt would still be the fat old kittypet resting in his old owners House.
Crypt snickered, his scarlet fangs baring and glinted in the moonlight, makig them look like they had just been ripping the throat out of a cats neck, taking its life away. "Heather, baby, don't be like that." He said, his voice like honey and he could see it caused Heather to tense up.
Heather growled. 'I could kill him now, right here. His blood could stain this white rug red and give this stupid house a new shine.' She thought wickedly.
The brown eyes fluttered open. The black and white tail swooshing to and fro and the black paw raising with unsheathed claws. Cloak stood up with a large scowl spread across his blood stained muzzle. His claws glinted just like Crypt's fangs and the yellow tint in his eyes seemed to dance in anger. "I suggest you shut up, Crypt." he mewed. Unlike Crypt his voice was ragged and as hard as a stone. He looked at Heather and nodded.
~To be continued, again.
Ok, i'm waiting on the criticism from you guys. Please don't make it horrible, k? I'm bored and this was to pass time. If you guys like this enough i'll continue it.
Story:
It was a icy cold night. The bright brown eyes of Cloak closed as sleep took over his body. His white pelt shimmered and his mostly black tail seemed to become part of his shadow.
The wind picked up and whistled angrily as it shook the tall maple trees surrounding the the abandoned human cottage. Coals of an ancient fire rustled across the fireplace and the whistled picked up at the top of the chimney.
The calico pelt of Heather was also shimmering. Her bright ginger patches glowing like a fire and the brindle spots seemed to ripple like the nearby stream. Her gaze was focused on the two mice on he rug in the center of the room. She noticed Cloak fall asleep and rolled her electric green eyes. Her razor sharp claws flexing as a few drops of rain plopped onto her white and ginger head.
Heather jumped up and unsheathed her claws as blue-grey fur blurred across the room. She relaxed realizing it was just Crypt. "You late." she murmured, her raspy voice surprisingly smooth and soft sounding.
The blue-grey tom rolled his own hazel eyes. "I was dealing with that kittypet who kept crossing into our land." he growled deeply. His blood red fangs baring in a semi-playful snarl. "And to me, it looks like you two have been lazing around." he growled again.
Heather squinted her eyes. "We hunted and patrolled the other half of the borders, Crypt, We just got back, and i'm thankful to considering the weather." She hissed sanding up. She was tired of Crypt acting like she and Cloak never did anything. Without them Crypt would still be the fat old kittypet resting in his old owners House.
Crypt snickered, his scarlet fangs baring and glinted in the moonlight, makig them look like they had just been ripping the throat out of a cats neck, taking its life away. "Heather, baby, don't be like that." He said, his voice like honey and he could see it caused Heather to tense up.
Heather growled. 'I could kill him now, right here. His blood could stain this white rug red and give this stupid house a new shine.' She thought wickedly.
The brown eyes fluttered open. The black and white tail swooshing to and fro and the black paw raising with unsheathed claws. Cloak stood up with a large scowl spread across his blood stained muzzle. His claws glinted just like Crypt's fangs and the yellow tint in his eyes seemed to dance in anger. "I suggest you shut up, Crypt." he mewed. Unlike Crypt his voice was ragged and as hard as a stone. He looked at Heather and nodded.
~To be continued, again.
Ok, i'm waiting on the criticism from you guys. Please don't make it horrible, k? I'm bored and this was to pass time. If you guys like this enough i'll continue it.
glad you like it.
