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 Prologue #4 The howl petered slowly out. Kahn growled loudly and shook his head. "It is in vain. You have no hope. They will not get here in time!" Sheem spat. "Try me!" The dogs rushed forward, snarling as they collided with the cats. The air was filled with shrieks and howls as fangs ripped and claws tore. The birds swooped down into the fray, grasping cats in their talons and taking them high into the sky while the cats struggled. A small knot of cats surrounded Sheem, driving back the dogs that tried to break into their midst. Kahn and Legar slowly approached, the dogs keeping the cats at bay. "You see, Sheem," Kahn said. "You have no hope. You are far to greatly outnumbered." Sheem unsheathed her claws. "I have allies far greater than you think. We shall win this battle!" "But the question is, will your allies get here in time to save you?" The cats were being pressed back. Many had fled, and some could not keep fighting. The dogs and birds seemed endless. Sheem was fighting now, her band of cats almost defeated. She clawed and turned leaped, but wherever she turned a dog was growling at her. She was surrounded, her cats pinned to the ground, with no ways to escape. Kahn and Legar stood just outside the circle. "Surrender. You will have less pain," Legar croacked. "Surrender, and your cats shall live." Sheem's gaze darted from the dogs, to her cats, to Legar, to Kahn. "Kahn", she pleaded, "Don't you remember what you once were? How can you do this?" For a second Kahn stood there with his eyes closed, shoulders clenched, and Sheem thought there was hope. Then his eyes snapped open, and they were hard as rock. "I remember", he snarled,"what you did to me. Did you think I forgave you? Never. Why, then, should I show mercy to you?" Sheem crouched lower. There was no escape now. She had one choice, and Legar and Kahn had made sure of that. She glanced at her cats. They were staring at her, waiting. She hoped they wouldn't hate her for what she was about to do. "I surrender," she said slowly in a voice heavy as steel, "for you leave me no choice." This is the fourth part of my story that I'm writing on my blog. Sorry that there was such a huge gap between the second and the third. I didn't go on for a while. And, once again, thank you for all the comments. It's nice to see what other people think. By the way, I've gotten some questions about what Meods are. I thought I had posted a comment explaining that, but I guess it never got posted. Meods aren't really the leaders of their type of animal. They're more like the embodiment of them. They have all the characteristics of their animal blended into one. Every year or so, their appearance changes to a different breed or color of that animal. The Meods always keep some kind of distinctive markings when they change. For example, Sheem always has the circlet of white fur. They can't die, but if they're hurt it takes them a few minutes to heal. It's expected that the Meod of an animal will act as a leader to the animals of its kind. There are many rivalries between different Meods, and revenge can take decades, sometimes even centuries, to be played out, because of their almost immortality. This may seem a drawback, but alliances can last just as long as rivalries. Just wanted to explain that. The last part of the prologue (yes, its still the prologue)will probably be posted around the beginning of February. Earlier, if I can. Thanks for reading! Analytic ** WW / [] <> -- P.S. I love playing with all the different faces you can make just by using the keyboard! Article posted January 11, 2004 at 12:00 AM • comment (5) • Reads 88 • see all articles |
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