Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Nov 12, 2005 17:46:47 GMT -5
It was night, the stars twinkled in the night sky as leaves were blown around by the harsh wind. A storm was brewing, and it looked bad. Lightning struck and thunder sounded to alert all that the fierce storm was indeed here. Many odd creatures ran out of the clearing and for several caves, they had the head of a eagle, the body of a large lamb, a powerful beak, strong legs with talons on the two front legs and hooves on the two hind legs, the tail of a large cat, and the full grown ones had wings with the wingspan of twelve feet or more!
Two of these creatures that were named Ambres laid in a cave, unfrightened by the storm, for nothing could ruin their happiness. Five newborn quaddits laid suckling from their mother hungrily with their mother and father gazing upon them proudly, then the father did something quite peculiar. He opened his large beak and blew out a hot fire that would kill any other than its breed instantly. There was not a single clump of feather or fur that fell from the six he blew his fire on, the female just smiled while the quaddits snuggled up closer to their mother.
One female lay next to three older quaddits that were hiding under her wings, afraid of the storm jealously. Her amber eyes kept still on a male quaddit, which she knew to be her dear highness, this small quaddit was the prince of Ambres, and her dear Pompskey was not worthy of this, but this runt was! She glowered at the other female who looked a bit surprised and looked down at her three quaddits that were peeping through her wing feathers at the new quaddits curiously.
“What are their names, Stemphen?” the female asked roughly and rose onto her hooves and talons, walking towards them.
“Ah, yes, Queembick. I was wondering when you would ask. There is one female and four males, I’m quite sure you know which one is our prince. Well the female’s name is Alamien.” Stemphen said and continued pointing to each quaddit in turn, “Alazar, Starkin, Phoenix, and our prince Shank.”
Queembick narrowed her eyes and nodded then snapped her beak with a clank at Pompskey who was walking towards Shank. Shank gave a loud rumbling squeal, but the roaring of thunder luckily minimized it. Queembick gave a grunt of disapproval and walked back to where her three other quaddits, Freem a female, Razor a male, and Heem a female. Pompskey started flapping his tiny wings and flew off the ground, but fell down quickly, Razor, Freem, and Heem laughing heartily at him. Queembick reared and came back down, snapping her beak; it was obvious who her favorite quaddit was.
“Oh, don’t worry, Pompskey, they didn’t mean it,” she soothed him, he was pretending to cry, but he just wanted to rub it in his fellow quaddit’s faces that he was her favorite.
The other female watched with disgust and started to clean her quaddits carefully, saying in between cleaning, “Honestly, Stemphen! I hope I’m never like her, I have no favorites, not even Shank, though he is prince.”
“Now, now, Raiden! Queembick just worries for Pompskey, he was sickly when he was first born,” Stemphen said a bit defensively.
“I’m sorry, Stemphen, but I can’t stand her! She’s been jealous of me forever, and now here we go again, I just know Pompskey will be natural enemies with Shank and his siblings to our other quaddits!”
“Rubbish,” Stemphen said and took two ferrets that a young Ambre offered him, he nosed one over to Raiden and began to gulp down the ferret hungrily, “Raiden, I have exchanged words with Blengen, he tells me that many in his herd have been spotting Stengens! There has been one murder, his son.”
“The Acterfall! Oh dear, he loved that stemen dearly! There hasn’t been a Stengen in the forest for years though; they wouldn’t come back now, would they? We are growing so strong and our clan has man-“ Raiden’s face grew mortified, “We’re becoming plentiful! The dirty beasts! They fatten us up and let us breed, then they come back to take their prizes!”
A tear rolled down Raiden’s cheek and looked down at her five sleeping quaddits, she couldn’t. She just couldn’t, but she had to, they had to live, especially Shank, he would free them all from this madness, when he was ready. She looked up at Stemphen who was nodding solemnly. She got up and let out a low call which eight Ambres responded to and entered the cave, the storm had passed.
“You are to take Queembick, Queembick’s quaddits, and Raiden’s quaddits to the Safety Camp, no harm will come to our youth,” Stemphen said and passed Shank gently to the nearest Ambre who nodded and took him with great care then started passing all eight quaddits to each of the Ambres, Queembick refused to let anyone else carry Pompskey so she carried him herself and they stepped out of the cave and stepped off the cliff. Raiden ran after them, tears streaming down her face as she watched them soar away at the edge of the cliff. She reared and came back down, all she could see where nine dots and then nothing, they were gone, and she may never see them again. Stemphen nudged her lightly and helped her back to the cave, his own tears falling to the ground, when Raiden was in the cave he whispered, “Godspeed to you, he must make it with no difficulties, he must live for he must save us.”
Chapter 1
A shriek was heard as a young Ambre fell to the ground and got up quickly, pawing the ground with his sharp front talons. Shank reared and came back down, giving a low grunt at Pompskey who stood opposite to him, sweat running down his head feathers and being absorbed in his fur. Pompskey looked around nervously and backed away a bit.
“Oh, little Pompskey isn’t scared is he?” Shank taunted and before he knew what was going on he felt sharp claws rip down his flank, he let out a shriek of pain and turned around to see Queembick with her giant wings outstretched threateningly, “Figures mummy would save you Pompskey!”
“You knock that out before I report to Ashian about you!” Queembick squawked and drew in her wings slowly, walking over to Pompskey and beginning to nuzzle his feathers gently, but he outstretched his quickly growing wings and she backed away.
Shank scowled at her and pawed the ground angrily, wanting to knock her off the face of the planet, but a golden Ambre the same age as him stepped in front of him and clanked her beak warningly
“Oh, Shank! You’re going to kill yourself someday!” she said and sighed.
“You worry too much Heem!” Shank said impatiently and lashed his tail.
“Males! You don’t care about anything!”
“Yeah, males… Hey Ariodi!”
Shank galloped after a young Ambre, slightly younger than himself who he sweared sped up until she was out of sight. He groaned and stopped, why’d she always run from him and avoid him? He heard Heem snort angrily and walk away, but paid no mind and headed back to camp where he saw Ariodi disappear into a cave, he longed to follow, but didn’t want to sound too desperate so decided to look for Heem.
“Nice fight, Pompskey would have eaten your hide if Queembick hadn’t come though!” Shank turned around to see a black Ambre around his age lying down with his front talon over a large deer-like creature except with two sharp horns that spread poison into anyone they rammed into, they were hard to catch, especially for a Ambre his age.
“Did you catch that, Razor?!” Shank asked, highly impressed.
“You bet your hide I did, maybe you’ll get to join a clan hunt someday and be successful in bringing down a Tonder!” Razor squawked with laughter, a Tonder was a small toad-like creature that had sharp claws and a thick tail that would leave anyone sore for a while where it hit them, but they were quite easy to catch.
“You little-“ Shank began, but stopped when he saw Alamien, Starkin, Phoenix, and Alazar fly toards him with some prey in their beaks that they obviously meant to share with him, “We’ll finish this soon!”
He kicked off and flew towards his sister and brothers who were landing near a large oak tree. He landed next to Alazar and immediately tackled him over. He retaliated by ripping his sheathed claws down his belly and smirking. Shank got off him, knowing he would be dead or near death if it were real battle and began to gulp down a ferret. Alamien snorted at her two brothers and went back to eating quietly with Starkin and Phoenix.
I'll keep modifying it as I write more so if you like it keep checking this post
Two of these creatures that were named Ambres laid in a cave, unfrightened by the storm, for nothing could ruin their happiness. Five newborn quaddits laid suckling from their mother hungrily with their mother and father gazing upon them proudly, then the father did something quite peculiar. He opened his large beak and blew out a hot fire that would kill any other than its breed instantly. There was not a single clump of feather or fur that fell from the six he blew his fire on, the female just smiled while the quaddits snuggled up closer to their mother.
One female lay next to three older quaddits that were hiding under her wings, afraid of the storm jealously. Her amber eyes kept still on a male quaddit, which she knew to be her dear highness, this small quaddit was the prince of Ambres, and her dear Pompskey was not worthy of this, but this runt was! She glowered at the other female who looked a bit surprised and looked down at her three quaddits that were peeping through her wing feathers at the new quaddits curiously.
“What are their names, Stemphen?” the female asked roughly and rose onto her hooves and talons, walking towards them.
“Ah, yes, Queembick. I was wondering when you would ask. There is one female and four males, I’m quite sure you know which one is our prince. Well the female’s name is Alamien.” Stemphen said and continued pointing to each quaddit in turn, “Alazar, Starkin, Phoenix, and our prince Shank.”
Queembick narrowed her eyes and nodded then snapped her beak with a clank at Pompskey who was walking towards Shank. Shank gave a loud rumbling squeal, but the roaring of thunder luckily minimized it. Queembick gave a grunt of disapproval and walked back to where her three other quaddits, Freem a female, Razor a male, and Heem a female. Pompskey started flapping his tiny wings and flew off the ground, but fell down quickly, Razor, Freem, and Heem laughing heartily at him. Queembick reared and came back down, snapping her beak; it was obvious who her favorite quaddit was.
“Oh, don’t worry, Pompskey, they didn’t mean it,” she soothed him, he was pretending to cry, but he just wanted to rub it in his fellow quaddit’s faces that he was her favorite.
The other female watched with disgust and started to clean her quaddits carefully, saying in between cleaning, “Honestly, Stemphen! I hope I’m never like her, I have no favorites, not even Shank, though he is prince.”
“Now, now, Raiden! Queembick just worries for Pompskey, he was sickly when he was first born,” Stemphen said a bit defensively.
“I’m sorry, Stemphen, but I can’t stand her! She’s been jealous of me forever, and now here we go again, I just know Pompskey will be natural enemies with Shank and his siblings to our other quaddits!”
“Rubbish,” Stemphen said and took two ferrets that a young Ambre offered him, he nosed one over to Raiden and began to gulp down the ferret hungrily, “Raiden, I have exchanged words with Blengen, he tells me that many in his herd have been spotting Stengens! There has been one murder, his son.”
“The Acterfall! Oh dear, he loved that stemen dearly! There hasn’t been a Stengen in the forest for years though; they wouldn’t come back now, would they? We are growing so strong and our clan has man-“ Raiden’s face grew mortified, “We’re becoming plentiful! The dirty beasts! They fatten us up and let us breed, then they come back to take their prizes!”
A tear rolled down Raiden’s cheek and looked down at her five sleeping quaddits, she couldn’t. She just couldn’t, but she had to, they had to live, especially Shank, he would free them all from this madness, when he was ready. She looked up at Stemphen who was nodding solemnly. She got up and let out a low call which eight Ambres responded to and entered the cave, the storm had passed.
“You are to take Queembick, Queembick’s quaddits, and Raiden’s quaddits to the Safety Camp, no harm will come to our youth,” Stemphen said and passed Shank gently to the nearest Ambre who nodded and took him with great care then started passing all eight quaddits to each of the Ambres, Queembick refused to let anyone else carry Pompskey so she carried him herself and they stepped out of the cave and stepped off the cliff. Raiden ran after them, tears streaming down her face as she watched them soar away at the edge of the cliff. She reared and came back down, all she could see where nine dots and then nothing, they were gone, and she may never see them again. Stemphen nudged her lightly and helped her back to the cave, his own tears falling to the ground, when Raiden was in the cave he whispered, “Godspeed to you, he must make it with no difficulties, he must live for he must save us.”
Chapter 1
A shriek was heard as a young Ambre fell to the ground and got up quickly, pawing the ground with his sharp front talons. Shank reared and came back down, giving a low grunt at Pompskey who stood opposite to him, sweat running down his head feathers and being absorbed in his fur. Pompskey looked around nervously and backed away a bit.
“Oh, little Pompskey isn’t scared is he?” Shank taunted and before he knew what was going on he felt sharp claws rip down his flank, he let out a shriek of pain and turned around to see Queembick with her giant wings outstretched threateningly, “Figures mummy would save you Pompskey!”
“You knock that out before I report to Ashian about you!” Queembick squawked and drew in her wings slowly, walking over to Pompskey and beginning to nuzzle his feathers gently, but he outstretched his quickly growing wings and she backed away.
Shank scowled at her and pawed the ground angrily, wanting to knock her off the face of the planet, but a golden Ambre the same age as him stepped in front of him and clanked her beak warningly
“Oh, Shank! You’re going to kill yourself someday!” she said and sighed.
“You worry too much Heem!” Shank said impatiently and lashed his tail.
“Males! You don’t care about anything!”
“Yeah, males… Hey Ariodi!”
Shank galloped after a young Ambre, slightly younger than himself who he sweared sped up until she was out of sight. He groaned and stopped, why’d she always run from him and avoid him? He heard Heem snort angrily and walk away, but paid no mind and headed back to camp where he saw Ariodi disappear into a cave, he longed to follow, but didn’t want to sound too desperate so decided to look for Heem.
“Nice fight, Pompskey would have eaten your hide if Queembick hadn’t come though!” Shank turned around to see a black Ambre around his age lying down with his front talon over a large deer-like creature except with two sharp horns that spread poison into anyone they rammed into, they were hard to catch, especially for a Ambre his age.
“Did you catch that, Razor?!” Shank asked, highly impressed.
“You bet your hide I did, maybe you’ll get to join a clan hunt someday and be successful in bringing down a Tonder!” Razor squawked with laughter, a Tonder was a small toad-like creature that had sharp claws and a thick tail that would leave anyone sore for a while where it hit them, but they were quite easy to catch.
“You little-“ Shank began, but stopped when he saw Alamien, Starkin, Phoenix, and Alazar fly toards him with some prey in their beaks that they obviously meant to share with him, “We’ll finish this soon!”
He kicked off and flew towards his sister and brothers who were landing near a large oak tree. He landed next to Alazar and immediately tackled him over. He retaliated by ripping his sheathed claws down his belly and smirking. Shank got off him, knowing he would be dead or near death if it were real battle and began to gulp down a ferret. Alamien snorted at her two brothers and went back to eating quietly with Starkin and Phoenix.
I'll keep modifying it as I write more so if you like it keep checking this post
