Hot Whiskers ( Serenity Vixen & Nitewalk & CptCalico )
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				Title: <strong>Hot Whiskers ( Serenity Vixen &amp; Nitewalk &amp; CptCalico )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>14-02-2008, 00:39:03</strong>
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				Imagine! A world where humanity caught up some feline genes along the way, noticeable changing Man both physically and psychically. On the physical side it added furry ears, long prehensile tails, bodies better built for running and jumping than for heavy carrying, and wet incredibly sensitive noses. Psychically the change was much larger, making Man much more independent of spirit and a lot less willing to march in step. It made for a world where men and women might decide to lead or follow but never bow their head in fear or servility.<br><br>Even so, this world had its kingdoms - fragile structures 'reigning' over large areas, getting things done only by the power of the royal money chests which were filled solely by trade income and actual gifts from those who wished to bestow them upon their 'rulers'. Some kings would try to set taxes and enforce them. Some kings would vanish without a trace or find themselves without a people. Frequently, these would be the same kings. The kings who truly ruled with the power the people would allow them at any time, might do very well and have their royalty handed down to their children and grandchildren.<br><br>One such king, the wise King Ranneigh of the wide, green country Jogrey, knew well how brittle his law was. At best the average man would abide by the more obvious things like not killing anyone unless he really had to, but every farm and every village would decide how much of the law they were going to bother with, thank you very much! It made for very few and very basic laws, and for enforcement by arms in the cases where local justice could not set things to order. This usually meant dealing with roving gangs, tracking killers and similar grave disturbances to the peace. But sometimes the royal expeditions came back and sometimes they didn't; the roads were by no means safe even for moderately-sized groups of soldiers. Over time, the royal solution to this in Jogrey as in other kingdoms was to build airships to transport passengers, mail and valuables, but the airships were neither by any means a completely safe method of traveling.<br><br>One such airship, its generous shape graced by sails and a long gondola, sailed due east a hundred yards above the green plains. The gondola was a mere open mesh structure with hardly more than a tarp for protection from the elements; weight was of the essence. On board was a four man crew, and the young princesses Sativa and Delilah. Sativa was the daughter and heir of King Ranneigh, while Delilah was her best friend and the daughter and heir of King Merion of the kingdom Karel. The two kingdoms were equals in many things and their relationship had been good under the present kings. Sativa and Delilah had often visited each other, and had become VERY good friends. It was sometimes whispered that the kings look at this relationship not only as a way to ensure the continued peace between the two kingdoms, but also as a mutual protection of the heirs. The first half of this particular summer Delilah had been visiting Sativa and now the two friends were on their way to Karel to spend the rest of the summer there.<br><br>It was exactly sunset. The girls were having a little teaparty in the back end of the gondola. The airship was sailing over a cohumbatree, a leaf-rich tree unique for its colossal size and ability to outbend storms, when something happened. There was a crack, a jolt, and then the world began to turn upside down for the princesses as the their end of the gondola fell downward and emptied them out over the tree. The crew was hanging on to the rigging and shouting to them, as the airship now without control was taken by the wind and vanished in the darkness...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Whiskers ( Serenity Vixen &amp; Nitewalk &amp; CptCalico )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitewalk</strong> on <strong>17-02-2008, 04:11:02</strong>
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				All sorts of debris, big and small, came flying at Delilah as she was dumped into the giant tree below. Reacting quickly, she dodged the falling objects, leaping deftly from limb to limb, her long, silky black hair flew about her.&nbsp; There was screaming and shouting everywhere, and her own screams felt disembodied. She looked up, and saw that the airship was heading inexorably towards terra firma, and the crew of the ship were dangling every which way, some falling to the ground far away from the tree, some hanging on desperately. Everything was happening so fast, her reflex was to save herself, but she suddenly began to panic about Sativa. Where was she? Was she hurt? Delilah cried out for her, "SATIVAAA!!" <br><br>She wrapped her agile, feline body around a large, gnarled branch. On the wind, she could hear a mewling cry back.&nbsp; She looked around desperately for Sativa, and saw her on the opposite side of the tree, a little closer towards the ground. Delilah carefully jumped down towards Sativa. Delilah was a little bruised and scraped from the fall against leaves and branches, but luckily she was not seriously hurt. Moments later, they held each other tight, happy to have found each other alive, and relatively unharmed. Their agility served them well: aside from scrapes, bumps and bruises, they were both okay. Delilah cried softly against Sativa's shoulder, happy they had each other.<br><br>In the distance, the fading screams and shouts of the crew could be heard and moments later, a tremendous crash echoed through the air as the airship finally ground into the earth. Her sensitive nose could smell the wreckage, the fire, the wood burning and metal melting. Then, an unnatural stillness took over. The princesses clung to each other in the tree, the cool air whipped around them, chilling their bodies. Delilah was wearing a thin, flimsy sundress, not particularly the best thing to be wearing on a cool evening, but all of their belongings were now lost in the twisted wreck of the airship. Delilah had brought her bow and arrows with her for this trip, but now wished she had kept them on her person, instead of stowing them away. In the dim light, she could see a trail of objects left behind by the airship. <br><br>The air was rapidly growing cooler as night descended. At least Delilah was wearing tall boots, soft and supple suede, laced tight around her legs to the knees. They provided some protection. Delilah's furry black ears twitched and her velvety black tail swished, finding Sativa's and entwining with hers for warmth.<br><br>Delilah shivered a little, and said, "We need to get down, we need to get moving while there's still a little light. We need to try to find some of the crew members, or if we find nobody, we should make some kind of shelter for the night from what we can find." She shivered not just from the chill but from anxiety. She feared for what (or who) they might find on the ground, but a tree was hardly a comfortable place to stay for the night. Hopefully some of their personal belongings, or at least something useful, would turn up amongst the debris strewn all around them. <br><br>They quietly padded down the tree, softly landing on the rocky ground below. Nervously, they surveyed their surroundings and moved towards the direction of the wreckage, hoping to find survivors amongst the crew, hoping to be safe with them. Maybe 15 minutes had passed since Sativa and Delilah were dumped into the tree, and the light was already a dull, orange-red glow on the horizon. Soon it would be gone, making things much more difficult.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Whiskers ( Serenity Vixen &amp; Nitewalk &amp; CptCalico )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Serenity Vixen</strong> on <strong>19-02-2008, 16:54:55</strong>
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				Sativa looked around herself carefully, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a shudder. She knew well the dangers that lay outside the protection of her Fathers castle. She thought back to the chaos that had descended on them, the screams, the cracking wood, the shudders through the ship frame, followed by near silence broken only by the whistling wind during free fall...<br><br>Were she not so athletic, it could have been much worse, but in the end she found herself&nbsp; in the warm embrace of her best friend Delilah, as they watched the remnants of the ship explode. She knew the ships were sometimes tricky and dangerous, but she had never heard of something like this happening before. Had they hit something? Had they been attacked? She could see no enemies descending on them at the moment, but ships just don't explode for no reason, do they?<br><br>She shuddered again. The sun was going down, and it was becoming cold. Natural agility served them both well as they scampered down from the trees, but already the sun was going down. She feared getting lost in the darkness...<br><br>"I... I can start a fire, and if we hold each other.. for warmth, maybe we should stay here at least till morning. Maybe we can find help once it is light out again..." She shuddered again, pressing herself closer to her friend...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Whiskers ( Serenity Vixen &amp; Nitewalk &amp; CptCalico )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>02-03-2008, 17:51:17</strong>
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				The ringling of the horse tack bells ended as the little two-wheel wagon came to a stop, There was no driver to be seen in the chair, but the reins were extended to the roof and now someone up there was drawing them in. <br><br>Removing his wide buckled hat, Jackham sat up from where he had lied basked in the sun all day. With narrow eyes he could see how the far away airship he had watched idly for hours, began to fall apart. It was difficult to see details but things, perhaps bodies, appeared to fall out of the basket. The airship careened, bucked, fell downward and Jackham winced as he saw the flames erupt from the ground, the sound reaching him seconds later. He shock his head slowly; those who fell out from that height were sure to be as dead as those who followed the ship to the fatal landing. But he would check the path from the three where the disaster struck to the crater, in case there were someone he could help one way or another. Perhaps he could find something of value, too.<br><br>Jackham jumped down and patted his horse by the neck. It was young, healthy and built for speed - a necessity in a horse, owned by a man who sometimes needed to get elsewhere in a hurry. "Horatio my friend, looks like we will need to leave this nice road for a while." He led the animal off from the slight track the wide dirtroad had made in the plain, then sat down in the chair and set the horse into a quick trot, while the wagon began to bounce on the uneven ground. He hoped to get as close as possible before the last rays of light vanished, but with a little luck the fire by the crater would last long enough to lead him there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hot Whiskers ( Serenity Vixen &amp; Nitewalk &amp; CptCalico )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nitewalk</strong> on <strong>09-03-2008, 07:23:38</strong>
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				Delilah contemplated a nice, homey fire and immediately felt calmer, though she still clung tight to Sativa. She knew Sativa was right, and she released a little sigh of relief. It always seemed a little campfire could make thing seem so cheerful, even in the midst of danger, in an uncertain world.<br><br>"Good point, it's getting colder by the minute and we need to stay warm. Maybe if we're lucky, a search party is already on its way. We'd be more likely to be found if we stay put." Though Delilah was ambivalent about being found. Who might be on the way? Would they be friendly?<br><br>Delilah began gathering what twigs and branches she could find in the low light. She was careful not to wander too far from Sativa. The light had turned from golden orange to dark blue; night would overtake them soon.<br><br>She was nervous, understandably, but grateful to have Sativa. Together, she thought, they could get through this. Sativa made her feel stronger. If she were alone... Delilah shivered, pushing the thought of out of her mind, not even wanting to contemplate it.
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