Post by hedgie on Feb 28, 2010 15:17:47 GMT -6
((This has nothing to do with Warriors, but i wan't you all to read it. I'm rather proud of it so far. To explain some confusing things...it's in a wierd fantasy world...so the dogs cn actually talk and age at the same rate as humans, So present-day caybar is about 14 years old. It takes place in a semi-midieval, semi- futuristic time period, in a land that um...actually doesn't have a name yet. I'm not going to reveal the plot...you'll just have to see it as it comes along and character refs will be up on my DeviantART account as soon as I can scan them and post them.))
Icy blue eyes focused on the target before them, one made glassy by the thin line of a scar while the other stood out, unmarred by blemishes. The female’s muscles tensed under her patched blue and tan coat, just before she leapt at her prey, ripping and tearing with sharpened teeth and claws. She felt to the stone ground, the cool granite smooth under her paws. Miranda turned to look at the scraggly runt-pup that lay in the corner of the room, hopelessly gnawing on the large silver key that hung around the pup’s neck by a strong, but thin cord. Her sons and daughters had all been assigned job except for Caybar. Sweet, misunderstood Caybar, with her too-long legs, scraggly mottled coat, her one mud-brown eye, and her rat tail. The only things she had in common with any of her family members and littermates were her long muzzle and icy blue left eye. The six-month old pup stopped her gnawing and looked up at her mother, who smiled gently at her remaining daughter.
“C’mon, Caybar. Let’s go visit your brothers and sisters. I’m sure they’ll be glad to see you, all pretty in your bandanna, with your shiny key.” Miranda cooed, helping gangly-legged Caybar to her feet with a maternal nudge in the pup’s side. Miranda started heading out the door of the training room, the sound of her claws barely covering the sound of her daughter’s clumsy lope on the stone floors and paths. They walked along the cobbled outdoor pathways, the castle looming above them and the walls keeping them from the rough and tumble town outside, where the poor folk and the strays lived. With luck, Caybar would never have to experience that life. And to think the knights that owned Miranda and her many children had wanted to throw her sweet darling out in the streets! What a horrible idea.
The sound of Caybar’s scrabbling had stopped and Miranda came to a halt. They were almost to the stables, where Caybar’s many siblings lived, including the pups from her own litter, and Miranda was impatient for them to see the sister they hadn’t seen since they were eight weeks old. The older female’s gaze softened as Caybar trotted up to her, a huge bundle of wildflowers hanging from her jaws.
“Oh, Honey…that’s so sweet of you! Now, we must keep moving. Don’t you want to see your family?’ Caybar squeaked through the flowers and nodded vigorously, sprinting on ahead od her mother, almost tripping and falling as Miranda padded slowly after her, chuckling.
“You’re father was right, Caybar. You sure are going to be something someday.”
-About 14 Years later-
“Hey! Give Me that back! It’s mine, my key. Mine!”
They’d done it again. Those stupid little boys, the pages that worked for and trained under the knights, had stolen her key again. The skeleton key’s silver-plated metal body glinted in the air as the two boys, ages eleven and thirteen, tossed it back and forth, high above Caybar’s head, for both boys were very tall for their ages. She let out the most ferocious sounding growl she could and leapt up, teeth snapping around the key’s cord, as she put as much pressure as she could onto her back legs to propel herself into the air. “Got it.” She chirruped, throwing the key up so the long black cord slipped over her head and around her long, thin neck. “I win. Again.”
Despite the fact she’d had years to grow into herself, Caybar had stayed basically the same, and had now grown into a gangly teenager. Her tail was still thin and rat-like, her coat was still scraggly, scruffy and dull, and her right eyes was still that ugly-mud color. She didn’t care about it, didn’t realize her clumsiness and her over-all appearance her kept her between a life of hard work and a life of luxury. She never needed to worry about having to work with the knights like all of her siblings did, but she’d never be seen as a pet belonging to royalty. No one knew she was actually Princess Dara’s prized pet. That, for reasons that confused both Caybar and her young owner, had to be kept secret, locked away like a special treasure.
((More will be coming as soon as i type it up.))
Icy blue eyes focused on the target before them, one made glassy by the thin line of a scar while the other stood out, unmarred by blemishes. The female’s muscles tensed under her patched blue and tan coat, just before she leapt at her prey, ripping and tearing with sharpened teeth and claws. She felt to the stone ground, the cool granite smooth under her paws. Miranda turned to look at the scraggly runt-pup that lay in the corner of the room, hopelessly gnawing on the large silver key that hung around the pup’s neck by a strong, but thin cord. Her sons and daughters had all been assigned job except for Caybar. Sweet, misunderstood Caybar, with her too-long legs, scraggly mottled coat, her one mud-brown eye, and her rat tail. The only things she had in common with any of her family members and littermates were her long muzzle and icy blue left eye. The six-month old pup stopped her gnawing and looked up at her mother, who smiled gently at her remaining daughter.
“C’mon, Caybar. Let’s go visit your brothers and sisters. I’m sure they’ll be glad to see you, all pretty in your bandanna, with your shiny key.” Miranda cooed, helping gangly-legged Caybar to her feet with a maternal nudge in the pup’s side. Miranda started heading out the door of the training room, the sound of her claws barely covering the sound of her daughter’s clumsy lope on the stone floors and paths. They walked along the cobbled outdoor pathways, the castle looming above them and the walls keeping them from the rough and tumble town outside, where the poor folk and the strays lived. With luck, Caybar would never have to experience that life. And to think the knights that owned Miranda and her many children had wanted to throw her sweet darling out in the streets! What a horrible idea.
The sound of Caybar’s scrabbling had stopped and Miranda came to a halt. They were almost to the stables, where Caybar’s many siblings lived, including the pups from her own litter, and Miranda was impatient for them to see the sister they hadn’t seen since they were eight weeks old. The older female’s gaze softened as Caybar trotted up to her, a huge bundle of wildflowers hanging from her jaws.
“Oh, Honey…that’s so sweet of you! Now, we must keep moving. Don’t you want to see your family?’ Caybar squeaked through the flowers and nodded vigorously, sprinting on ahead od her mother, almost tripping and falling as Miranda padded slowly after her, chuckling.
“You’re father was right, Caybar. You sure are going to be something someday.”
-About 14 Years later-
“Hey! Give Me that back! It’s mine, my key. Mine!”
They’d done it again. Those stupid little boys, the pages that worked for and trained under the knights, had stolen her key again. The skeleton key’s silver-plated metal body glinted in the air as the two boys, ages eleven and thirteen, tossed it back and forth, high above Caybar’s head, for both boys were very tall for their ages. She let out the most ferocious sounding growl she could and leapt up, teeth snapping around the key’s cord, as she put as much pressure as she could onto her back legs to propel herself into the air. “Got it.” She chirruped, throwing the key up so the long black cord slipped over her head and around her long, thin neck. “I win. Again.”
Despite the fact she’d had years to grow into herself, Caybar had stayed basically the same, and had now grown into a gangly teenager. Her tail was still thin and rat-like, her coat was still scraggly, scruffy and dull, and her right eyes was still that ugly-mud color. She didn’t care about it, didn’t realize her clumsiness and her over-all appearance her kept her between a life of hard work and a life of luxury. She never needed to worry about having to work with the knights like all of her siblings did, but she’d never be seen as a pet belonging to royalty. No one knew she was actually Princess Dara’s prized pet. That, for reasons that confused both Caybar and her young owner, had to be kept secret, locked away like a special treasure.
((More will be coming as soon as i type it up.))
