Well, I'll be honest, I'm kind of bored with this story. Not bored as in no more writing, but I go back and see what I've written before and I feel, "That looks childish and silly". It's good writing experience, but for now I'm going to let this story sleep for awhile, with a chloroform rag. Don't worry, it'll be back, shh shhh, good story, go to sleep. I will be writing a new story, yaay, one that's more chart inclusive and longer chapters across the board.
To start, I wrote a fan-fic story for my friend Scott that takes place in his story world Crystallim Galataea
Doctor Falcon Andrea's day
The newborn officially ends the first part of the story, so lets get this out so you guys see where I'll go with this eventually.
Enjoy
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After enjoying their delicious hydra barbeque, the three carried as much meat as they could back to the village for a feast. Mostly Brutus though, as the other two were quite short. The meat was well received by everyone in the community, even the ones that only ate plants. Apparently, they all held a hydra related grudge for one family member or another.
Standing on a stone, Saharra cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention. Meridia handed her a potion, which she took and drank in one swig. She took a couple of practice words, coming out as animal language for all to hear and understand.
She raised her hand for silence. “Thank you all for your help in working toward the creation of this new home.” She growled out.
Her gaze moved over her audience, “It is only in thanks to your efforts that we could move so fast, so let me thank you from the bottom of my person. You have each done something that will allow for your future generations to appreciate. You have all guaranteed the survival of your line.”
A chorus of howls, grunts, calls, and ground hitting arose from the audience. While still simple when compared to a normal sentient, the animals had all gained intelligence from the spell of transformation, enough that they understood concepts like “tomorrow” and “family” beyond what their instincts told them.
Valgrim observed the audience in silence. ‘She is good.’ He thought, ‘Playing on their hopes and newly discovered dreams, making sure they stay loyal.”
Saharra was in her element, making speeches and leading the group. While not a leader in the undercaves, she had been in training so that one day she could inherit or make her own family. It helped here that she didn’t have to kill her competition to be in charge, which had been a consideration when the group had been contemplating a leader for the community.
Valgrim paused his thoughts as Saharra continued her speech.
“I know that the work has been hard, that you have had to do things that went against your naturally instincts.” She paused, allowing for the grunts and growls and agreement to be over, “But now, it is time for a reward for your work!”
She pointed at the hydra meat being cooked, “Look there, your hated enemies the hydras are no more, fit to only be eaten by us! Indulge yourself tonight my ser…friends! For by the end of the week, we will finish the castle on the island, and we will feast till we can eat no more!”
A resounding cry echoed around the eatery, thumbing the ground with a chorus of excitement. The horde of hungry animals descended on the meat, devouring it with ferocity that none of the part had ever witnessed before. The animals had really hated the hydras, and took their vengeance seriously.
Saharra got down and took food for her and the mother, who sat with her and ate with an almost quiet dignity. She had been learning leadership skills from Saharra, as the group expected more pregnancies. The other mother was fighting for more food, not quite as far along as to let her condition interfere with her physical ability to get food.
Brutus sat with some of the wolf workers and talked to them about working at the hydra farm, to which they readily agreed. The wolves were spread out in disciplines, and looked eager to work “guard” shifts. Brutus made a mental note to ask Valgrim and Dirrg for more carnivores, he planned on making a guard unit with them.
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Valgrim chuckled as he watched two men fighting for meat by pulling with their mouths. It surely was a wild world with this lot.
He had quite a bit of meat earlier, so Valgrim didn’t partake of the food frenzy. Instead, he hopped behind the counter and helped the cooks out by giving them a break. They promptly jumped into the fray for their own food.
Dirrg and Girr were asleep on one of the walls, tuckered out from feasting and working earlier. It was quite a comical sight watching them sleep, as Dirrg sucked in air load and Girr blew air out load. They behaved as one unit, breathe in, and breathe out.
Meridia was sitting with Saharra’s group, hiding from the intense struggle for food. She was munching quite cutely on a rib, a.k.a neck bone, but seemed quite content to eat and watch the show that came with dinner.
The first hydra meat fest continued on the entire night, full of revelry and some over eating. Well, this probably would have happened, but halfway through the feasting, the mother began complaining of belly pain.
Saharra was the first one to notice the mother moaning and rubbing her belly.
“Hey, what wrong? Too much meat?” She asked concerned. The mother was her responsibility and it would reflect poorly on her if something bad happened to her.
The mother merely scratched the ground with her foot and motioned toward her belly.
It looked normal to Saharra, but then again healing really wasn’t her thing. Pain was though, but usually she was the one that caused it in the first place.
“Meridia, see what wrong with her.” Saharra barked to the nibbling half-elf.
Hearing her name, Meridia moved closer and put her head on the mother’s belly. Taking a moment to listen, her eye widened and moved to Saharra.
“It’s time.” She said with no hesitation or pause in her voice.
Saharra froze in place, as if by a magic ice spell.
Actually, because most of the current denizens of the room were animals, and thus had animal hearing, they all froze at those words. The meaning carried through the language barrier.
As a whole, the animals evacuated the building as fast as their legs would carry them. Valgrim nearly got trampled himself in the rush and arose quite confused. He, of course, didn’t have animal ears, senses, or anatomy of any kind.
“Hey, what’s the commotion?” He inquired.
Brutus reached down and pulled the bedraggled gnome up. He boinked Valgrim on the head and pointed at the mother, indicating her current condition.
“Ah.” He said staring, “Well, this is kind of unexpected.”
Unfrozen and holding the mother’s hand, Saharra glared up and him and cried out, “You think!”
After getting their wits about them, Valgrim quickly cast magic to reduce the effect of gravity on the mother. Brutus cleared the path as the four of them rushed the mother to the big house, where a room had been set up months ago for the incident.
MEANWHILE:
The eatery was left deserted after the rush to escape the birthing mother. Bare bones and pieces of refuse littered the floor.
The silence was only broken by a loud belch from a pile of fur in the corner.
Dirrg and Girr were passed out back at the eatery, from exhaustion and food. They would be knocked out till morning.
“Burrrrppp.” Went the sleeping bear.
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Nope, I lied. Muah ha ha, cough cough.
I hate leaving things unfinished, so this is more to kick my ass into gear in the future to finish this.
TO my 51 followers out there,
THANK YOU SO MUCH I really appreciate your support and love, so Look forward to my new series, staring a boy who is the worst and how he fails to gain power but gets da 'ussy. Cya soon- oh, this chapter will be lengthened on my return, (wink)