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[Smoogiepie]

Thanks a lot giggle for making my story look like poo next to yours.

[the bad wolf]

I can't sleep... And I just finished a Nicholas Sparks book because of Aqua.

Shayla (f) and Jace (m)

Have you ever had a best friend?
One that kept your secrets,
One that kept your deepest dreams and fears,
'Like a well loved diary?
I did once.
That friend ship that only comes once in a lifetime.
Because no matter the fights and tears,
They always come back

My best friend was a girl
Wrong, back then
But I wouldn't trade her for the world
She was a good person
She was my Shayla

He would never forget that day. The class was hard at work, granite scratching against paper. Important test, the teacher reminded. Decided your future, she says. The teacher's getting on my nerves, says Shayla. Anyhow, they were hard at work when a man walked in, interrupting question twenty for Shayla, Name for Jace. They shared a look that said Thank god.

They didn't know what was in store for them. "Shayla Karenkoff?" Her green eye's shot to the man, her little chest rising and falling quickly in fear. Her best friend watched as she was led out of the room. And was the first to scramble out of the room at her terrified shrieks.
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The rain pelted the small group, rolling off their black umbrellas. The weather matched the mood. Sorrow.

Jace watched as the coffins were dropped, side by side. He looked sideways at Shayla, who was shaking slightly from crying. Her green eyes were rimmed red, bringing out their medium color. He'd been waiting for her to speak, but nothing had come. Finally, she spoke, hoarse and soft. "I'm an orphan."

He nodded, stepping closer to her. He laid his head on her shoulder, seeing they were almost the same size now. When you were ten, girls seemed almost taller then you. "What are you going to do?"

A raindrop fell through a crack in their shade, hitting the girl on her eyelashes. It added to her crying. Head shaking, a fresh set of tears fell down her pale cheeks. "I'm going into a.... a.." Shayla sobbed, laying her head on his. "I have nowhere to go. I have to go into a foster home." Apparently, everyone around knew. No one else reacted the way the young boy did.

"No. No your not! You can't!" All the tears he had been holding back for days fell now, and his voice was actually harsh to her. His chubby hands balled into fists. Jace was furious. At everyone. Everything. At Shayla for having to leave. At her parents, for leaving her. "Your my best friend! You can't leave me by myself!"

The boy probably could've shouted for hours, but his mom grabbed him by the shoulders. "Stop." Jace, coming off his anger high, saw that this had sent his friend into hysterias. Everything they'd planned. Everything they had been through.

That's when a brilliant idea hit him. One that could save his friendship, and the girl's sanity. "Mom," Jace looked up with a grin, totally out of place in a graveyards. "What if we adopted Shayla?" At this, his friend squeaked.

The boy's mom bit her lip nervously. How do you explain why you couldn't do that to a fifth grader? "Well, Jay... Honey.. It's um, a complicated process and..." That's when she felt something hit her in the leg. Hard. Looking down revealed it was the newly made orphan.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you...." Who could say no to that? A daughter could be nice...

And that is how my best friend turned into my sister...

(Horrid. It's 11:30, and my neck hurts...)

[VESTAIS]

{beautiful stories everyone, and aqua I agree with the others, you truly have a talent for writing. <3}

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belle {f} ----------------------------------------------- {m} cole

you were jeweled
yet you were scarred
I took your hand
and you held me in your arms
I looked in your eyes
and I held your gaze
and I lost myself in the stars.

{simple thing, I don't think I'll write a story, just saw the two in a box, and thought it would be a good couple. :3}

That's a really nice poem ... it flows well and the pets look great together :D

[ClosedAccount]

a story may come later,if you think I should but here they are

Rayne <3's Oliver

[VESTAIS]

ANDROMEDA AND DEEPWATERS


I fell down to the stars, for I had no place to go. I was sick, twisted, broken. My body was a cage, my mind was a lock with no key. I groveled and writhed in my own misery; for I had fallen from the world.

Before, I was perfect. My city was shining diamond white and clean, full of young bright eyes and innocent faces. We were beautiful. We were envied by them all; they spoke of the Pure Lions of Klista with a jealousy green as grass and ivy in their voices. The citizens of my city were lovely, educated, intelligent, kind. I knew they were kind. I thought they were kind. I thought I knew, but I did not know, I merely believed that I knew when I did not know. I was ignorant.

I saw him first from miles away.

The space traveler. Mounted on the summit of the Spire, I was gazing at the stars through my china telescope. An ancient and fragile device, passed to me from my mother who recieved it from her mother who recieved it from her mother's mother and so on and so forth from mother to daughter. The telescope worked as beautifully as it did two hundred years ago when it was new.

The stars were spinning. Their celestial dance fascinated me, and I watched in awe as slowly they moved and shifted and changed and became something new. They were more beautiful than the city of Klista, but I would have been in trouble had I said it; since nothing is more beautiful than Klista. Klista was in fact created by the gods. Yet these stars were. I wanted to see them, to hold them in my paw and let them set fire to my world. I wanted to go to the sky.

And somehow, he did it. The space traveler. He was different looking. He was not a white lion like us of Klista. And so I could never speak with him. But every day, I watched him fly. I watched closely the planet Vox, and saw a starlit comet fly from that world. It would get closer and closer, and then I would see him for a little. Sometimes he would land in a port outside of Klista. He was not from the city, so he was not permitted to enter, but from watching his face, I saw he was fascinated by it. Klista was beautiful. The twisting towers and domes of the buildings pierced the veil of night and shone white against the galaxies.

For months, I watched the flight of the space traveler.

~

I must escape, and I must go. How the ocean tortures me so. Where is the light and where is the dark? I want to be more than I am, to live, to love, to lie.

I had waited forever for the chance to get away. The water is really not the place for me, like it is for the others here. I am not inspired, nor amused by it. I have nothing to do and nowhere to go and nobody to be. So I must flee, I thought. And here was my chance. A visitor from Kliag, with a space ship. I could hide away and go back to Kliag, where I could see the city of Klista. How I wanted to go. How I needed to go.

I was found in the cargo. The ship did not belong to a Klistain lion, but a smuggler from Kynja. And that is how I got a job. The Kynjain lion was actually pleased to see me. He needed help with his work, and his work was, at that moment, smuggling silk. Silk from Klista and transporting it to Vyln and Vox's other richer cities. Silk cannot be grown anywhere on Vox, and so it is extremely expensive. The Kynjain smuggler was smuggling because he would make more money that way. Any legal transportation of anything is monitored extensively by the Government. The smuggler could charge as much as he wanted for the silk because the Government had no idea about it.

I was his new pilot. From Vox to Kliag, and Kliag to Vox. Two completely opposite carnivals of planets, and yet so close. Kliag and Vox were sisters in the Legends. Yet the two planets are only close in distance. The Kliagians and Voxans fight and fight and fight. Always.

When the smuggler and I landed on Kliag, we landed in a port outside Klista. I learned much about Klista that day. Klista was home of the haughty, the high and mighty, the vain. We could not look at them or talk to them because of their vanity. Vanity or insanity? I began to notice things about Klista. One rooftop in particular. A beautiful lioness with a china and glass telescope. Watching the stars. They are beautiful, the stars. I could see why she did. Beautiful things are watched. And so I began to watch her.

~

Across the sea and sky, and far away upon the tide, I met you once, I know you still. I love you now, I always will.

My mother was not pleased with me. I, Andromeda, was too busy being educated. And so I needed to pursue more ladylike activities, since education is only for men. This did not make me happy. I was forced to spend my time sewing and dusting, and being lazy and waited on, and I never enjoyed it.

Once, at night, I disobeyed. It had been a week without star watching. I wanted to see the space traveler fly again. I needed to. Once more. Then I could stand the fluffy fake ladyness for a while longer. And so I reveled in the clean night air atop the Spire of my house again. The galaxy spread above me, like a map of all that existed, and the fireflies spun trails of starlight around me again. I saw the space traveler's ship, but a different lion was in it. The ship was headed toward Klista. Soon it would be detoured, because of our sad vanity. Vanity or insanity? And so I began to wonder. And I saw in my mind what was real, and I learned at that time how much I hated Klista, and how much I needed to get away.

The ship. Headed for Klista. We had no aircraft. We could not change it's direction. It was coming towards the Spire. My Spire. The Spire of my house. Faster, faster, faster. Stronger. Closer. Blazing a trail of fire through the atmosphere and flying and falling and burning and it was out of control but now it was too late and I could do only nothing to save myself and my house and my step family and real family and everyone inside the house and the ones beside it and maybe it would hurt the people inside the houses beside the houses beside my house. I was yelling, and it was all one long breath. And my new hatred for Klista escaped in a very long run on sentence that was never heard because of the collision noises.

I was flying. I was falling. I was burning. I was very soon going to die, but it did not matter because I was there. There in the stars. Cradled in the arms of the galaxy, black hole spinning here, neutron star shining there. It was painful, but it was not painful for I was peaceful. But then the pain caught up with the peace and it began to hurt. I was broken. My self was broken. I could not move any more. My mind became numb and dark and cold. Asphyxiation. And yet I was still pleased. I was about to die.

Yet before I let myself go, I had to know what that thing was. Something was coming. Silver. A silver blur. And I felt metal, followed by feather soft fur.

~

Here and there and back again, I found you in the middle. We cannot be, because they cannot see, but it never mattered to me.

The lioness. I saw the smuggler. He had left from Vox on my day off. I was at the port outside Klista and I saw him coming. The atmosphere starts rather close to the city of Klista if you're coming from space, and the smuggler lost control in it. He flew, and he fell, and he burned. He crashed. I knew the place where he crashed. That spire. That girl. She was there, and I saw her swept off her feet and flung a hundred meters into the air, passed through the atmosphere somehow untouched. And was cradled by the sky.

Suddenly, I had stolen a space ship. I was taking off. It was nothing I knew I was doing, yet I was because I had to. Had to save this girl.

And now she was there. Losing it, maybe. Bed. On the ship. "Do you know her?" asked the ship's computer. I responded with the word "sometimes." Klistain lions are white, this I knew. She was Klistain. Yet now she was not white, but starlight. The universe had saved her for me, and in the middle of that touched her softly so she became it's own colours. Blue and blue and white. And I was blue and blue and blue. And now we matched. And now maybe we could be.

But what was I thinking? We could be? I did not know this girl. Yet I did. And I loved her, even though that will never be possible, and it never was. The ship's computer seemed to know how to fix her. She began to breathe again. I touched her arm. Smooth. Whole. Yet when she fell, she was rough and tortured and broken.

And she opened her eyes. And I looked in them.

Looking at this thread gave me the urge to write :P

[IndigoDreams]

ANDROMEDA AND DEEPWATERS


I fell down to the stars, for I had no place to go. I was sick, twisted, broken. My body was a cage, my mind was a lock with no key. I groveled and writhed in my own misery; for I had fallen from the world.

Before, I was perfect. My city was shining diamond white and clean, full of young bright eyes and innocent faces. We were beautiful. We were envied by them all; they spoke of the Pure Lions of Klista with a jealousy green as grass and ivy in their voices. The citizens of my city were lovely, educated, intelligent, kind. I knew they were kind. I thought they were kind. I thought I knew, but I did not know, I merely believed that I knew when I did not know. I was ignorant.

I saw him first from miles away.

The space traveler. Mounted on the summit of the Spire, I was gazing at the stars through my china telescope. An ancient and fragile device, passed to me from my mother who recieved it from her mother who recieved it from her mother's mother and so on and so forth from mother to daughter. The telescope worked as beautifully as it did two hundred years ago when it was new.

The stars were spinning. Their celestial dance fascinated me, and I watched in awe as slowly they moved and shifted and changed and became something new. They were more beautiful than the city of Klista, but I would have been in trouble had I said it; since nothing is more beautiful than Klista. Klista was in fact created by the gods. Yet these stars were. I wanted to see them, to hold them in my paw and let them set fire to my world. I wanted to go to the sky.

And somehow, he did it. The space traveler. He was different looking. He was not a white lion like us of Klista. And so I could never speak with him. But every day, I watched him fly. I watched closely the planet Vox, and saw a starlit comet fly from that world. It would get closer and closer, and then I would see him for a little. Sometimes he would land in a port outside of Klista. He was not from the city, so he was not permitted to enter, but from watching his face, I saw he was fascinated by it. Klista was beautiful. The twisting towers and domes of the buildings pierced the veil of night and shone white against the galaxies.

For months, I watched the flight of the space traveler.

~

I must escape, and I must go. How the ocean tortures me so. Where is the light and where is the dark? I want to be more than I am, to live, to love, to lie.

I had waited forever for the chance to get away. The water is really not the place for me, like it is for the others here. I am not inspired, nor amused by it. I have nothing to do and nowhere to go and nobody to be. So I must flee, I thought. And here was my chance. A visitor from Kliag, with a space ship. I could hide away and go back to Kliag, where I could see the city of Klista. How I wanted to go. How I needed to go.

I was found in the cargo. The ship did not belong to a Klistain lion, but a smuggler from Kynja. And that is how I got a job. The Kynjain lion was actually pleased to see me. He needed help with his work, and his work was, at that moment, smuggling silk. Silk from Klista and transporting it to Vyln and Vox's other richer cities. Silk cannot be grown anywhere on Vox, and so it is extremely expensive. The Kynjain smuggler was smuggling because he would make more money that way. Any legal transportation of anything is monitored extensively by the Government. The smuggler could charge as much as he wanted for the silk because the Government had no idea about it.

I was his new pilot. From Vox to Kliag, and Kliag to Vox. Two completely opposite carnivals of planets, and yet so close. Kliag and Vox were sisters in the Legends. Yet the two planets are only close in distance. The Kliagians and Voxans fight and fight and fight. Always.

When the smuggler and I landed on Kliag, we landed in a port outside Klista. I learned much about Klista that day. Klista was home of the haughty, the high and mighty, the vain. We could not look at them or talk to them because of their vanity. Vanity or insanity? I began to notice things about Klista. One rooftop in particular. A beautiful lioness with a china and glass telescope. Watching the stars. They are beautiful, the stars. I could see why she did. Beautiful things are watched. And so I began to watch her.

~

Across the sea and sky, and far away upon the tide, I met you once, I know you still. I love you now, I always will.

My mother was not pleased with me. I, Andromeda, was too busy being educated. And so I needed to pursue more ladylike activities, since education is only for men. This did not make me happy. I was forced to spend my time sewing and dusting, and being lazy and waited on, and I never enjoyed it.

Once, at night, I disobeyed. It had been a week without star watching. I wanted to see the space traveler fly again. I needed to. Once more. Then I could stand the fluffy fake ladyness for a while longer. And so I reveled in the clean night air atop the Spire of my house again. The galaxy spread above me, like a map of all that existed, and the fireflies spun trails of starlight around me again. I saw the space traveler's ship, but a different lion was in it. The ship was headed toward Klista. Soon it would be detoured, because of our sad vanity. Vanity or insanity? And so I began to wonder. And I saw in my mind what was real, and I learned at that time how much I hated Klista, and how much I needed to get away.

The ship. Headed for Klista. We had no aircraft. We could not change it's direction. It was coming towards the Spire. My Spire. The Spire of my house. Faster, faster, faster. Stronger. Closer. Blazing a trail of fire through the atmosphere and flying and falling and burning and it was out of control but now it was too late and I could do only nothing to save myself and my house and my step family and real family and everyone inside the house and the ones beside it and maybe it would hurt the people inside the houses beside the houses beside my house. I was yelling, and it was all one long breath. And my new hatred for Klista escaped in a very long run on sentence that was never heard because of the collision noises.

I was flying. I was falling. I was burning. I was very soon going to die, but it did not matter because I was there. There in the stars. Cradled in the arms of the galaxy, black hole spinning here, neutron star shining there. It was painful, but it was not painful for I was peaceful. But then the pain caught up with the peace and it began to hurt. I was broken. My self was broken. I could not move any more. My mind became numb and dark and cold. Asphyxiation. And yet I was still pleased. I was about to die.

Yet before I let myself go, I had to know what that thing was. Something was coming. Silver. A silver blur. And I felt metal, followed by feather soft fur.

~

Here and there and back again, I found you in the middle. We cannot be, because they cannot see, but it never mattered to me.

The lioness. I saw the smuggler. He had left from Vox on my day off. I was at the port outside Klista and I saw him coming. The atmosphere starts rather close to the city of Klista if you're coming from space, and the smuggler lost control in it. He flew, and he fell, and he burned. He crashed. I knew the place where he crashed. That spire. That girl. She was there, and I saw her swept off her feet and flung a hundred meters into the air, passed through the atmosphere somehow untouched. And was cradled by the sky.

Suddenly, I had stolen a space ship. I was taking off. It was nothing I knew I was doing, yet I was because I had to. Had to save this girl.

And now she was there. Losing it, maybe. Bed. On the ship. "Do you know her?" asked the ship's computer. I responded with the word "sometimes." Klistain lions are white, this I knew. She was Klistain. Yet now she was not white, but starlight. The universe had saved her for me, and in the middle of that touched her softly so she became it's own colours. Blue and blue and white. And I was blue and blue and blue. And now we matched. And now maybe we could be.

But what was I thinking? We could be? I did not know this girl. Yet I did. And I loved her, even though that will never be possible, and it never was. The ship's computer seemed to know how to fix her. She began to breathe again. I touched her arm. Smooth. Whole. Yet when she fell, she was rough and tortured and broken.

And she opened her eyes. And I looked in them.

Looking at this thread gave me the urge to write

AMAZINGNESS I love it i want more

[Lanayru]

Derpy♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥TAISTELUJASKA

There is no stories, that dog is actual me. I really love my lil halloween catteh♥

[SkySmoke]

&
Jayce (♀)~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Maddi (♀)

She sighed as she turned away from me, her dark violet eyes becoming distant the longer we spoke.

“I’m just so sick of being average. Everything about me is average. I just, for once, want to be the one that all the guys pay attention to, ya know? And I know that sounds shallow, but I can’t help it.”

I sighed and bit my lip as I searched for the right thing to say. Sometimes, when she was like this, there wasn’t anything to say that was right. She was intent on hating herself and nothing could stop her. Not even me. We had been best friends for years, and over the course of time I had completely fallen in love with her. I had never told her that, but sometimes I think she knew.

“Maddi, you’re anything but average and you know that.”

“Really Jayce? What isn’t average about me? Look at me.”

I looked at her and held her stare so she would know I meant what I was about to say.

“You’re…amazing Maddi.”

She grumbled at me and rolled her eyes.

I looked away
Then I look back at you
You try to say
The things that you can't undo
If I had my way
I'd never get over you
Today's the day
I pray that we make it through
Make it through the fall
Make it through it all

“I mean it. You’re an amazing friend, you always have been. You’ve been there for me when no one else was. You’re giving, caring, understanding, funny. You’re random and weird sometimes, but that is just part of your charm. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and if guys can’t see that, well…then its their loss.”

She smiled at me, that half smile she did when she knew I was telling the truth and trying to make her feel better at the same time. I moved over and sat next to her and she leaned her head on my shoulder and looped her arm though mine. I looked down at the bracelets on our wrists; ones we had been wearing since the first month of our friendship. Hers matched my eyes and mine matched hers.

“Thanks Jayce, you always know how to make me feel better. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to flirt with me.” She laughed lightly and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I really needed to tell her how I felt about her, it was starting to drive me crazy.

And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
Cuz I'm in Love With you


“Maybe I am.” I said quietly. I felt her tense against me, then heard her sharp intake of breath.

“What?” She still hadn’t moved, or pulled away from me, so I took that as a good sign. I took a deep breath and kept talking, afraid that if I took the time to think or look at her I would lose my nerve.

“Maybe I am…flirting with you. We’ve been friends for a long time Maddi. You’ve always been there for me. You always seem to be able to put me back together when I fall apart. You always remind me of who I am when I forget. And…I think I’m falling in love with you…I’m pretty sure I have been for a while.”

You're the only one,
I'd be with till the end
When I come undone
You bring me back again
Back under the stars
Back into your arms

I finished in a rush, my words leaving a heavy silence between us. After what seemed like forever she twisted her hand against mine and weaved her fingers into the spaces between mine.

“How long have you felt this way?” She whispered.

“A while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I…didn’t want to mess up what we already had.”

“Well you wouldn’t have.”

“What?”

“You wouldn’t have…messed anything up. I feel the same way about you.”

I could hear the smile in her voice as she finished and she squeezed my hand. I sighed and leaned my head against the top of hers, wondering why it had taken me so long to say how I really felt.

“So…where do we go from here?” She asked softly, her thumb making slow circles on the back of my hand.

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter, because wherever it is, we’ll be together.”

Wanna know how you feel
Wanna know what is real
I wanna know everything, everything
And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
I'm in love with you
Cuz i'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you

Things in bold are lyrics. Fall to Pieces, Avril Lavigne

[ika;]

[andromeda] && [antifreeze]

"I expect you to have it in my tent my dawn."

Andromeda's words were demanding, yet she spoke them with an artful twist of tone- her voice was frosty and firm, but not patronizing. At the command, her maid ducked behind the deerskin tent flap and disappeared. Antifreeze paused for a moment, almost embarrassed at the fact she was observing the queen at a moment she thought she was alone. The woman faltered, her strong demanour dissolving, and sat heavily down on one of the parlour chairs. Her guardian; a deft and scaled lizard, darted from beneath the folds of her silken clothes. The reptile peered up at his mistress, and whispered in a voice so soft it was hard for the listener to hear- "Will you go ahead with the battle?" The queen nodded inperceptibly, reaching to run a slender finger down the length of the lizard's back. Antifreeze took a step backward from the tent opening, anxiety passing in waves through her. Her mind flashed to The Plan. Gain her trust, assasinate her. She's a threat- she needs to be silenced.

Her own guardian- a velvet skinned fruit bat, clutched at her shoulder with his delicately hooked claws. Unconciously, Antifreeze stroked his head. "Let's do this, Fraceroy." She whispered to the bat. "Are you ready? This isn't going to be-" His voice was cut off by another- hers.

"There are so many things I could have you flayed for, woman. Trespassing on the Royal Batallion camp ground, eavesdropping on a confidential conversation, dishonorable conduct. Which shall it be?" The queen had whirled around, and was gazing calmly at Antifreeze with her sapphire eyes.

It was then that The Plan came into effect. Antifreeze let herself into the tent, ignoring it's grand interior- the sleek furniture that could only have been made with magic of a much specialized kind. She must have more magicians working for her than I expected.. Antifreeze thought briefly, before turning to the woman in front of her. The queen was strangely beautiful, in a way that was subtle; Antifreeze would describe her more as powerful than pleasing to the eye. There was something about her ballerina stance that counteracted the fierce strength and passion in her pale face, and those eyes were captivating. Antifreeze held her gaze."Ma'am, I wouldn't advise doing that." As she delivered her lines, Antifreeze became painfully aware of just how vulnerable she was here. If she could not win queen Andromeda's trust in the next few minutes, she would die. At her words, Andromeda gave a snort of derision. "And why should I not? I am doing you a great courtesy allowing you to explain yourself- I have twenty armed men guarding the tent, each as capable to come and kill you easily." She snapped.

Twenty is optimistic. Antifreeze's thought wryly- You may need to hire some more now. Only five minutes ago had she disposed of each guard in turn. Feigning looking over her shoulder, Antifreeze spoke softly; "There's a plot to kill you, ma'am. I come because I support you and your army- the threat is from Calda, a city beyond here. They have heard of your actions and wish to stop you. They will be sending an assasin to mix among you, and eventually murder you before you go into battle. You may kill me, but all I want is to protect you." Antifreeze spoke her much rehearsed lie so smoothly, that instantly the queen's face alighted with confusion, fury and relief. Little did she know that there was no place named Calda, and the assasin was the woman in front of her, lying so easily and leading her to her death.

"Who are you?" Andromeda asked quietly. "I am Daquira, and my guardian is Xtla." Antifreeze pulled Fraceroy from his hiding place, as she gave their false names. "And how do you know of this?" Another question. "I overhear many things, Ma'am. I travelled here to save you and warn you."

The queen paled, and Antifreeze saw the emerald head of the lizard probe out from Andromeda's sleeve. "Then I am in your debt, Daquira and Xtla. You will accept my hospitality as a guest?"

Antifreeze nodded, a geniune smile gracing the assasin's face.

Perfect.



-Bah, a fantasy story in a fantasy place x3 Should I continue this?

[Keriae]

[andromeda] && [antifreeze]

"I expect you to have it in my tent my dawn."

Andromeda's words were demanding, yet she spoke them with an artful twist of tone- her voice was frosty and firm, but not patronizing. At the command, her maid ducked behind the deerskin tent flap and disappeared. Antifreeze paused for a moment, almost embarrassed at the fact she was observing the queen at a moment she thought she was alone. The woman faltered, her strong demanour dissolving, and sat heavily down on one of the parlour chairs. Her guardian; a deft and scaled lizard, darted from beneath the folds of her silken clothes. The reptile peered up at his mistress, and whispered in a voice so soft it was hard for the listener to hear- "Will you go ahead with the battle?" The queen nodded inperceptibly, reaching to run a slender finger down the length of the lizard's back. Antifreeze took a step backward from the tent opening, anxiety passing in waves through her. Her mind flashed to The Plan. Gain her trust, assasinate her. She's a threat- she needs to be silenced.

Her own guardian- a velvet skinned fruit bat, clutched at her shoulder with his delicately hooked claws. Unconciously, Antifreeze stroked his head. "Let's do this, Fraceroy." She whispered to the bat. "Are you ready? This isn't going to be-" His voice was cut off by another- hers.

"There are so many things I could have you flayed for, woman. Trespassing on the Royal Batallion camp ground, eavesdropping on a confidential conversation, dishonorable conduct. Which shall it be?" The queen had whirled around, and was gazing calmly at Antifreeze with her sapphire eyes.

It was then that The Plan came into effect. Antifreeze let herself into the tent, ignoring it's grand interior- the sleek furniture that could only have been made with magic of a much specialized kind. She must have more magicians working for her than I expected.. Antifreeze thought briefly, before turning to the woman in front of her. The queen was strangely beautiful, in a way that was subtle; Antifreeze would describe her more as powerful than pleasing to the eye. There was something about her ballerina stance that counteracted the fierce strength and passion in her pale face, and those eyes were captivating. Antifreeze held her gaze."Ma'am, I wouldn't advise doing that." As she delivered her lines, Antifreeze became painfully aware of just how vulnerable she was here. If she could not win queen Andromeda's trust in the next few minutes, she would die. At her words, Andromeda gave a snort of derision. "And why should I not? I am doing you a great courtesy allowing you to explain yourself- I have twenty armed men guarding the tent, each as capable to come and kill you easily." She snapped.

Twenty is optimistic. Antifreeze's thought wryly- You may need to hire some more now. Only five minutes ago had she disposed of each guard in turn. Feigning looking over her shoulder, Antifreeze spoke softly; "There's a plot to kill you, ma'am. I come because I support you and your army- the threat is from Calda, a city beyond here. They have heard of your actions and wish to stop you. They will be sending an assasin to mix among you, and eventually murder you before you go into battle. You may kill me, but all I want is to protect you." Antifreeze spoke her much rehearsed lie so smoothly, that instantly the queen's face alighted with confusion, fury and relief. Little did she know that there was no place named Calda, and the assasin was the woman in front of her, lying so easily and leading her to her death.

"Who are you?" Andromeda asked quietly. "I am Daquira, and my guardian is Xtla." Antifreeze pulled Fraceroy from his hiding place, as she gave their false names. "And how do you know of this?" Another question. "I overhear many things, Ma'am. I travelled here to save you and warn you."

The queen paled, and Antifreeze saw the emerald head of the lizard probe out from Andromeda's sleeve. "Then I am in your debt, Daquira and Xtla. You will accept my hospitality as a guest?"

Antifreeze nodded, a geniune smile gracing the assasin's face.

Perfect.



-Bah, a fantasy story in a fantasy place x3 Should I continue this?

I think you should continue. I'm loving the plot so far.