So, I heard LJ was down for a bit...
Jan. 18th, 2005 07:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zhieHeh, bad me, I just kinda shrugged and went to play elsewhere. Did get some site updating done. Yay me. Working on fics, always working on fics. Leave for FL on Saturday. *bounces* yay!
Boy, this may be my crappiest update yet... I'd make it up by posting the beginning of a fic I started that may just end up starting for the hell of it, but then, I don't know if I'll ever finish it.
Aw, what the heck. It's a sneaky attempt to write a TC story, which is what TW wants, and to keep writing elf stories, which is what, well, okay, it's probably going to earn me at least another year of lectures in the great beyond from the professor.... but here's the start....
It was Cheetara’s turn on Third Earth at Cat’s Lair, with Snarfer helping out. Torr and Wilykit were at the Tower of Omens, though it should have been Torr and Pumyra. When the news had been announced that Pumyra and Panthro were expecting their first child, Cheetara knew she should have been happy, but her thoughts were selfish ones. So it was a bitter parting when she boarded the ship on New Thundera, though none would know it from the way Cheetara joked with the others.
Looking out over the land below from her balcony, part of her hoped for an uneventful six months watch, while the other part wished for a little action. ‘Probably better to have the former,’ she mused to herself. ‘I’m getting too old for brawls and battles.’
She turned and went back inside, massaging her temples as she came to the ancient mirror. Although it would be thousands of years before the old wizard within could ever have a chance to emerge from it again, she often came to talk to it as if he could hear her. In her dreams she spoke with him still, but it made her feel a little better to think there was someone that she could talk to. Not that Snarfer wasn’t pleasant, but Snarfer was Snarfer.
When she opened her eyes, there was something reflected that she did not expect to see. Turning around abruptly, her staff was withdrawn and lengthened, her stance defensive. “Who are you? How did you get past security?” she snarled, her eyes quickly surveying the room for others.
The tall man standing before her had his palms up defensively. “Please, I’m only the messenger, I mean no harm to you. Queen Willa requested that I come; I most swiftly and-“
“You don’t speak very swiftly, boy,” she told him, seeing his youthfulness in the lights from the hallway. She lowered her staff, but only just slightly. “Your name and your reason for being here, and now, or I’ll call the guards,” she bluffed.
“I am Rumil, brother to the King of the Forest Elves. My reason is because Queen Willa requested that I come to find you. Her sister’s health is in danger and nothing we know is helping. She said you have special powers of healing,” he explained.
“I’m no healer. I’m a pilot,” she said, setting her staff so that one end rested on the floor. “A pilot and a tactician, but if she needs emergency medical help, I can make a call to the Tower of Omens, Wilykit is there and-“
“Nayda’s life is in danger, and so is her unborn child’s. She has lost so much blood, and-“
“Nayda? Child?” Cheetara held up her hand. “Alright, just a moment, I have to let my people know where I’m going.”
“East Lorien,” he said without hesitation.
Cheetara stared and blinked and he said, “You call it the Forest of Mists, we call it home. I can show you the way.”
Deep in the Forest of Mists, further than she had ventured before, Cheetara was led to tall trees like those that the warrior maidens lived in. There were platforms built upon them and rope ladders and bridges like those that were in the treetop village. Carrying the medical kit under one are, she gave Rumil an odd look when he asked if she needed help.
“Junior, look at me. Do I look like I’m going to need help? I could climb that tree without the ladder faster than you could with it. I’m not that old,” she growled under her breath as she slung the bag over her shoulder and began the easy climb up the ladder.
When she came to the top of the platform, she found herself facing another young one, who looked only a little older than Rumil, but very similar in appearance. He was sitting on a chair, wringing his hands. His red eyes were unfocussed until she waved her hand in front of his face. “Excuse me, I’m here on request from Willa. Can you tell me where she is?”
“Have you come to help my wife?” Abruptly he stood, and looked past Cheetara as Rumil joined them after his climb. “Brother, is she the healer?”
“She’s the pi-lot,” said Rumil, shrugging. “But she thinks she can help.”
“I’m going to try,” offered Cheetara. “But I need to see her first.” She had already been cursing their luck that Pumyra was not along. Pumyra had apprenticed on Thundera as a healer, and had proved valuable to the ThunderCats team in the past in emergencies. Luckily, Cheetara knew a little more than basic first aid, and hoped it would be enough.
So, how rusty is my TC writing? TW's going to growl at me when he finds out I'm not finishing Minuet...
-Zhie
Boy, this may be my crappiest update yet... I'd make it up by posting the beginning of a fic I started that may just end up starting for the hell of it, but then, I don't know if I'll ever finish it.
Aw, what the heck. It's a sneaky attempt to write a TC story, which is what TW wants, and to keep writing elf stories, which is what, well, okay, it's probably going to earn me at least another year of lectures in the great beyond from the professor.... but here's the start....
It was Cheetara’s turn on Third Earth at Cat’s Lair, with Snarfer helping out. Torr and Wilykit were at the Tower of Omens, though it should have been Torr and Pumyra. When the news had been announced that Pumyra and Panthro were expecting their first child, Cheetara knew she should have been happy, but her thoughts were selfish ones. So it was a bitter parting when she boarded the ship on New Thundera, though none would know it from the way Cheetara joked with the others.
Looking out over the land below from her balcony, part of her hoped for an uneventful six months watch, while the other part wished for a little action. ‘Probably better to have the former,’ she mused to herself. ‘I’m getting too old for brawls and battles.’
She turned and went back inside, massaging her temples as she came to the ancient mirror. Although it would be thousands of years before the old wizard within could ever have a chance to emerge from it again, she often came to talk to it as if he could hear her. In her dreams she spoke with him still, but it made her feel a little better to think there was someone that she could talk to. Not that Snarfer wasn’t pleasant, but Snarfer was Snarfer.
When she opened her eyes, there was something reflected that she did not expect to see. Turning around abruptly, her staff was withdrawn and lengthened, her stance defensive. “Who are you? How did you get past security?” she snarled, her eyes quickly surveying the room for others.
The tall man standing before her had his palms up defensively. “Please, I’m only the messenger, I mean no harm to you. Queen Willa requested that I come; I most swiftly and-“
“You don’t speak very swiftly, boy,” she told him, seeing his youthfulness in the lights from the hallway. She lowered her staff, but only just slightly. “Your name and your reason for being here, and now, or I’ll call the guards,” she bluffed.
“I am Rumil, brother to the King of the Forest Elves. My reason is because Queen Willa requested that I come to find you. Her sister’s health is in danger and nothing we know is helping. She said you have special powers of healing,” he explained.
“I’m no healer. I’m a pilot,” she said, setting her staff so that one end rested on the floor. “A pilot and a tactician, but if she needs emergency medical help, I can make a call to the Tower of Omens, Wilykit is there and-“
“Nayda’s life is in danger, and so is her unborn child’s. She has lost so much blood, and-“
“Nayda? Child?” Cheetara held up her hand. “Alright, just a moment, I have to let my people know where I’m going.”
“East Lorien,” he said without hesitation.
Cheetara stared and blinked and he said, “You call it the Forest of Mists, we call it home. I can show you the way.”
Deep in the Forest of Mists, further than she had ventured before, Cheetara was led to tall trees like those that the warrior maidens lived in. There were platforms built upon them and rope ladders and bridges like those that were in the treetop village. Carrying the medical kit under one are, she gave Rumil an odd look when he asked if she needed help.
“Junior, look at me. Do I look like I’m going to need help? I could climb that tree without the ladder faster than you could with it. I’m not that old,” she growled under her breath as she slung the bag over her shoulder and began the easy climb up the ladder.
When she came to the top of the platform, she found herself facing another young one, who looked only a little older than Rumil, but very similar in appearance. He was sitting on a chair, wringing his hands. His red eyes were unfocussed until she waved her hand in front of his face. “Excuse me, I’m here on request from Willa. Can you tell me where she is?”
“Have you come to help my wife?” Abruptly he stood, and looked past Cheetara as Rumil joined them after his climb. “Brother, is she the healer?”
“She’s the pi-lot,” said Rumil, shrugging. “But she thinks she can help.”
“I’m going to try,” offered Cheetara. “But I need to see her first.” She had already been cursing their luck that Pumyra was not along. Pumyra had apprenticed on Thundera as a healer, and had proved valuable to the ThunderCats team in the past in emergencies. Luckily, Cheetara knew a little more than basic first aid, and hoped it would be enough.
So, how rusty is my TC writing? TW's going to growl at me when he finds out I'm not finishing Minuet...
-Zhie
