Post by Oki on Jan 16, 2010 15:48:39 GMT -6
(Out of Story: Hey all! This is my mousey-fantasy story called "The Bringer"! It is a series, but more like a two-book series. :x But there will be mini-series's! If people like it, of course...Here's the first chapter: I hate it, but here it is. The squirrel and the female mouse is based off me and my sister, and mostly in the end of this chapter, when we fight. We both take both roles in this chapter, but in indivual fights. Sometimes my sisters the squirrel, sometimes I'm the mouse, or vice-versa. Well, anyway, here's the awful first chapter!
This is an original story made by ME, if anybody dares to take it I SWEAR I WILL FIND YOU, NOM YOUR HEAD OFF, AND BRAND YOUR THUMB.)
It was the first day of June. Apple and various citrus fruit trees dotted the light-green lawns to the left and right of the rugged dirt path. A tall, black mouse walked across the right lawn, deciding that his bare-feet were better off landing on the soft, and dewy grass than on the hard path with ruts of multiple wagon use on it. The mouse had even noticed some shards of glass and pointy pebbles along the trail, making him glad that he chose to walk on the grass instead of on the trail. The wagons and the squirrels pulling the wagons might be safe of the trail, but his feet wouldn’t last two seconds!
He was a slim mouse and not the toughest looking one either. But he did have the looks of an intelligent being, making one wonder why he became a traveler. The black mouse wore an indigo blue jerkin and a brown, leather belt that contained an old-fashioned sling that brushed against the fur on his left side, and a pouch of throwing rocks to his right. His black fur matched his frame perfectly, and his eyes were like a small sea of black gently poked into the right places
The mouse twitched his ears at the clitter-clatter of wagon-wheels, and looked over his shoulder to see a roof-less wagon coming his way. A gray squirrel pulled it, and sitting on the driver’s seat was another black mouse, a girl mouse wearing a tattered mob cap on her head and a pair of gray pants with a matching shirt. She was playing a golden-brown oak fiddle instead of holding the reigns, because a mouse didn’t need to hold the reigns of a squirrel, unless it was stupid or inexperienced.
He waved at the girl to get her attention. When her eyes fell upon his, the black male mouse gave her a two-thumbs up. She stopped playing, and believing that he probably was a hitch-hiker asked the squirrel to stop. After some nervous tugging at her wrinkled pants, and patting down her fur, she hopped out of cart and bounded over to him. Upon arrival, she tipped her mob cap to him. "Good morning, sir."
He bowed gracefully. “Good morning, dear lady!” He stood up straight once more, and ignored her flinch, though he couldn’t help but think that it was quite peculiar. “That was quite a fine tune you strung up with your fiddle.” The black male mouse smiled.
She blinked in confusion. "Uh...thank you...sir...?" The girl-mouse sounded as if she was more like questioning herself then speaking to him.
Must be a farm thing...I mean, I am from the city, how am I to really know? He thought before introducing himself. "My name is Ian. Yours?"
She rubbed her palms together. "I'm Selu." Selu pointed to the Gray Squirrel who had unhitched herself and was now side-by-side to the girl. "This is Snali."
Ian looked at Snali. "Hello, Snali." The squirrel smiled a hello. The traveler glanced at Snali, then back at Selu, then right at both of them. "Are you two Iunctus?" An "Iunctus" was a companionship of both squirrel and mouse (they both shared territories, so it wasn't hard to become a Iunctus). They were usually childhood friends, or one of their parents found the other as an orphan, took it in, and when said parent decided that the squirrel and the mouse got along well, it would make them Iunctus.
Selu and Snali glanced at each other, laughed for five seconds, then turned to Ian with slits for eyes. “Uh, no…” The squirrel and mouse stated in unison. Ian immediately detected a rivalry between the two females.
“Snali is just a farm-hand.” Selu continued casually, but then her eyes grew wide and lit up, both at the same time! “Speaking of which, do you have a place to stay!?” She asked in an urgent tone. Snali crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
Ian shook his head. “No. I don’t.”
Selu clapped her hands together. “You could stay with me and my father! And if you need a job, you could become our second farm-hand!”
Snali winked at Ian and pointed at the girl mouse with her thumb. “And if you need a girl, you’re looking at one!” Selu kicked the Gray Squirrel’s knee with the side of her foot, making Snali hop on one leg, holding her knee.
“Well, as long as your father doesn’t mind me staying…” Ian lightly kicked the grass. “…and me helping you guys out a bit.”
Selu smiled brightly and grabbed Ian by the arm. “Don’t worry, Pa won’t mind a bit if you stay!” She began to drag him over to the roofless wagon, Snali went over to hitch herself up, and Ian caught snippets of the Gray Squirrel cursing about how much her knee hurt.
The cart's wheel started rolling. “Thank you for calling me all those nice things you said…” Selu muttered, leaning on her hands, “I haven’t met one boy, not even Pa, who said he thought my fiddle-playing was fine or called me a ‘dear lady’.”
Ian’s eyes went wide. “Not even you’re Pa!?”
Selu shook her head, “Not even him…”
“Well, why not!?”
“Gotta be a boy. That’s why I’m not in one of those fancy velvet dresses…” Selu poked her pants.
Snali twitched her tail and spoke up, “Don’t listen to her. She’s just trying to get you to feel sorry for her and hug her in a foolish attempt to make her feel better.”
Selu threw her tattered hat at the Gray Squirrel. “You know that talking about my Ma is a very serious subject, Snali! Why would you think that I’m trying to pull at Ian’s heart-strings!? Do you think that I didn’t love my ma!?” Selu screamed, fury blazing in her eyes. Ian was glad that she wasn’t a slinger like him.
Snali let the mob hat fall to the ground. “…I’m not picking that up…” She whispered, high enough for the two mice to hear.
“Well, neither am I nor Ian.” Selu spat, “Pa says it’s too feminine anyway.”
This is an original story made by ME, if anybody dares to take it I SWEAR I WILL FIND YOU, NOM YOUR HEAD OFF, AND BRAND YOUR THUMB.)
Chapter 1
It was the first day of June. Apple and various citrus fruit trees dotted the light-green lawns to the left and right of the rugged dirt path. A tall, black mouse walked across the right lawn, deciding that his bare-feet were better off landing on the soft, and dewy grass than on the hard path with ruts of multiple wagon use on it. The mouse had even noticed some shards of glass and pointy pebbles along the trail, making him glad that he chose to walk on the grass instead of on the trail. The wagons and the squirrels pulling the wagons might be safe of the trail, but his feet wouldn’t last two seconds!
He was a slim mouse and not the toughest looking one either. But he did have the looks of an intelligent being, making one wonder why he became a traveler. The black mouse wore an indigo blue jerkin and a brown, leather belt that contained an old-fashioned sling that brushed against the fur on his left side, and a pouch of throwing rocks to his right. His black fur matched his frame perfectly, and his eyes were like a small sea of black gently poked into the right places
The mouse twitched his ears at the clitter-clatter of wagon-wheels, and looked over his shoulder to see a roof-less wagon coming his way. A gray squirrel pulled it, and sitting on the driver’s seat was another black mouse, a girl mouse wearing a tattered mob cap on her head and a pair of gray pants with a matching shirt. She was playing a golden-brown oak fiddle instead of holding the reigns, because a mouse didn’t need to hold the reigns of a squirrel, unless it was stupid or inexperienced.
He waved at the girl to get her attention. When her eyes fell upon his, the black male mouse gave her a two-thumbs up. She stopped playing, and believing that he probably was a hitch-hiker asked the squirrel to stop. After some nervous tugging at her wrinkled pants, and patting down her fur, she hopped out of cart and bounded over to him. Upon arrival, she tipped her mob cap to him. "Good morning, sir."
He bowed gracefully. “Good morning, dear lady!” He stood up straight once more, and ignored her flinch, though he couldn’t help but think that it was quite peculiar. “That was quite a fine tune you strung up with your fiddle.” The black male mouse smiled.
She blinked in confusion. "Uh...thank you...sir...?" The girl-mouse sounded as if she was more like questioning herself then speaking to him.
Must be a farm thing...I mean, I am from the city, how am I to really know? He thought before introducing himself. "My name is Ian. Yours?"
She rubbed her palms together. "I'm Selu." Selu pointed to the Gray Squirrel who had unhitched herself and was now side-by-side to the girl. "This is Snali."
Ian looked at Snali. "Hello, Snali." The squirrel smiled a hello. The traveler glanced at Snali, then back at Selu, then right at both of them. "Are you two Iunctus?" An "Iunctus" was a companionship of both squirrel and mouse (they both shared territories, so it wasn't hard to become a Iunctus). They were usually childhood friends, or one of their parents found the other as an orphan, took it in, and when said parent decided that the squirrel and the mouse got along well, it would make them Iunctus.
Selu and Snali glanced at each other, laughed for five seconds, then turned to Ian with slits for eyes. “Uh, no…” The squirrel and mouse stated in unison. Ian immediately detected a rivalry between the two females.
“Snali is just a farm-hand.” Selu continued casually, but then her eyes grew wide and lit up, both at the same time! “Speaking of which, do you have a place to stay!?” She asked in an urgent tone. Snali crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
Ian shook his head. “No. I don’t.”
Selu clapped her hands together. “You could stay with me and my father! And if you need a job, you could become our second farm-hand!”
Snali winked at Ian and pointed at the girl mouse with her thumb. “And if you need a girl, you’re looking at one!” Selu kicked the Gray Squirrel’s knee with the side of her foot, making Snali hop on one leg, holding her knee.
“Well, as long as your father doesn’t mind me staying…” Ian lightly kicked the grass. “…and me helping you guys out a bit.”
Selu smiled brightly and grabbed Ian by the arm. “Don’t worry, Pa won’t mind a bit if you stay!” She began to drag him over to the roofless wagon, Snali went over to hitch herself up, and Ian caught snippets of the Gray Squirrel cursing about how much her knee hurt.
The cart's wheel started rolling. “Thank you for calling me all those nice things you said…” Selu muttered, leaning on her hands, “I haven’t met one boy, not even Pa, who said he thought my fiddle-playing was fine or called me a ‘dear lady’.”
Ian’s eyes went wide. “Not even you’re Pa!?”
Selu shook her head, “Not even him…”
“Well, why not!?”
“Gotta be a boy. That’s why I’m not in one of those fancy velvet dresses…” Selu poked her pants.
Snali twitched her tail and spoke up, “Don’t listen to her. She’s just trying to get you to feel sorry for her and hug her in a foolish attempt to make her feel better.”
Selu threw her tattered hat at the Gray Squirrel. “You know that talking about my Ma is a very serious subject, Snali! Why would you think that I’m trying to pull at Ian’s heart-strings!? Do you think that I didn’t love my ma!?” Selu screamed, fury blazing in her eyes. Ian was glad that she wasn’t a slinger like him.
Snali let the mob hat fall to the ground. “…I’m not picking that up…” She whispered, high enough for the two mice to hear.
“Well, neither am I nor Ian.” Selu spat, “Pa says it’s too feminine anyway.”