Post by Rxi on Jul 1, 2008 15:55:31 GMT
The midday sun burned fiercly in the bright blue Tsonian sky, cracking the patches of dry dirt in the ground. Cicadas called to each other from the tall, brown grass and a small green snake lay out on a flat rock, sunning itself. Crunch, crunch, crunch. The sound of crackling grass was unmistakable in the hush of noon. A small sparrow twittered its anger at the disruption as a newcomer entered the dry medow. Filthy white fur that was matted in multiple places caught onto thistles and clouds of grey dirt spiraled up as each swollen paw hit the ground.
“Of all the tests in my life…” grumbled the small white cat, slowly padding onward, “This has to be the second most-” Here the cat stopped talking to look up at the sky as a shadow passed overhead. Turning his emerald green eyes back to the ground, the cat sighed. “Only a swallow…” he meowed, continuing onwards. As the weary feline passed the snake on the rock, the cat spoke again.
“A fine fate for the world-class sorcerer Trer Isoc. A fine fate indeed. At least that idiot Jerr isn’t here too…” the cat mumbled as he made his way through the tick-infested grass. A few cicadas flew up into the pure blue sky as Trer neared them, becoming tiny black dots on the canvas of the sky. Trer Isoc was a small cat, his fur pure white except for a black triangle over his left eye. His green eyes were still sharp and critical despite the state of being of the cat.
“Five weeks of this madness is long enough…” continued the cat, pausing to rest near a small patch of brown grass. No sooner had he sat down then a new sound cut through the soft hum of the cicadas.
“Master Isoc? Master Isoc, is that you?” called a high voice that sounded as green as the grass of the field must have been in spring. The cat narrowed his eyes, cursing his fate. He just had to have mentioned his stupid, moronic apprentice. His soft ears twitched as he listened for his apprentice again. The snap of old twigs cracking under the weight of Analiciss Jerr and the swish of grass greeted him. After having wasted three years of his young life teaching the girl, Trer would be stupid to not recognize her voice.
“Master Isoc? Where are you Master Isoc? I know you’re here! I wouldn’t miss your complaining any- ooooh! A kitty!” a short girl cried, blundering into the sorcerer’s field of vision. She had not changed a bit in the past few weeks. Her red hair still stuck out at every angle and her brown eyes were as simple as ever. “Focus, Jerr, focus.” Growled the cat, piercing his apprentice’s eyes with his sharp green ones. This startled the girl. It startled her a lot.
“M-Master…Isoc…?” she stuttered, a look of shock crossing her face. For a minute, silence fell over the pair. Jerr could feel the disapproval of her teacher growing every second, and was beginning to curse her luck for not recognizing a transformation spell. Her mentor had always stressed the identification of curses and spells to disguise a human. Seeing his apprentice fail in an epic manner was not something he wanted to have to witness. This was something Jerr knew quite well.
“So are you going to tell me why you are in this desolate meadow, idiot?” snapped the bewitched man, glaring up at Jerr.
“W-well, why don’t you tell me why you’re a cat first.” Said the girl, pouting. She did not want to be left out of some interesting story that might have happened recently. Her mentor had not told her much about current sorcerer events in the past and had always made her scout out stories about tests of new magic and spells for herself. The cat narrowed his eyes.
“Listen, fool, you are, for now at least, my apprentice. I can tell you to do whatever I please. Now tell me why you are here.” He growled, livid. The girl cringed, looking towards the ground. This maneuver was less then effective at breaking her eye contact with Trer, but the effect was not lost.
“Fine…well, after you disappeared, I decided to go look for you. So I traveled through many cities and towns…and, well, I preformed a few exorcisms of demons for a few people, so I guess that by the time I got here, I had gotten a bit of fame. Anyways, the people in the village over there…” As this point, the girl stopped to point out a grassy hill a good five-hundred meters away from the pair. “Had heard of me and asked me to take care of a demon that had been killing their livestock and who had already killed two children from the village. I…I couldn’t say no to them…it seemed too heartless, so I accepted and headed straight out.” Once she had finished, the sorceress-in-training took a breath of the dry, hot air and looked directly at her mentor. If he suspected that she was holding out on anything, the cat did not say so. Instead, he got to his paws and stretched.
“What kind of demon is it?” He meowed nonchalantly.
“W-what?” stuttered the girl, her eyes widening in shock at her mentor’s words. The cat tilted his head up to meet her eyes once again.
“What kind of demon? Is it an insect demon, human, fish, chaos? This is something I always have told you to ask about. Only a fool would go into a fight or exorcism without that kind of knowledge. Taking a step forward, the sorcerer added, noting Jerr’s horrified look, “Of course, I think it is well known that you are an idiot.” A high-pitched scream sliced through the awkward silence in a way that is unique to tense situations. Jerr spun away from her mentor and towards the scream, raising one foot so as to run off to save the day. However, before she could so much as take her first step, a sharp pang of pain raced through her small, cloth-clad foot. Looking down, the girl saw Trer, his eyes annoyed.
“Stupid. Don’t leave me here. My legs, as you can see, are much smaller then yours.” He meowed, clawing his way up to Jerr’s shoulder where he perched like a furry white crab. After looking at her now sore foot for a moment to make sure there was no blood spurting out, Jerr darted off towards the source of the sound, being careful not to trip on the way. She was sure that her mentor would not forgive her if she dropped him.
: D This is part of my WIP story! Yaaaay...So...um...yeah. ^^ Maraha has read this before. :> But...I feel like getting crits from as many people as I can, more on the plot and my writting style then on grammar, 'cause there's a girl at school who pwns the world at editing and who helped me out before. So that's not what I am really concerned about now. I just want this to get to be as good as I can make it plotwise. :3 Thanks!
“Of all the tests in my life…” grumbled the small white cat, slowly padding onward, “This has to be the second most-” Here the cat stopped talking to look up at the sky as a shadow passed overhead. Turning his emerald green eyes back to the ground, the cat sighed. “Only a swallow…” he meowed, continuing onwards. As the weary feline passed the snake on the rock, the cat spoke again.
“A fine fate for the world-class sorcerer Trer Isoc. A fine fate indeed. At least that idiot Jerr isn’t here too…” the cat mumbled as he made his way through the tick-infested grass. A few cicadas flew up into the pure blue sky as Trer neared them, becoming tiny black dots on the canvas of the sky. Trer Isoc was a small cat, his fur pure white except for a black triangle over his left eye. His green eyes were still sharp and critical despite the state of being of the cat.
“Five weeks of this madness is long enough…” continued the cat, pausing to rest near a small patch of brown grass. No sooner had he sat down then a new sound cut through the soft hum of the cicadas.
“Master Isoc? Master Isoc, is that you?” called a high voice that sounded as green as the grass of the field must have been in spring. The cat narrowed his eyes, cursing his fate. He just had to have mentioned his stupid, moronic apprentice. His soft ears twitched as he listened for his apprentice again. The snap of old twigs cracking under the weight of Analiciss Jerr and the swish of grass greeted him. After having wasted three years of his young life teaching the girl, Trer would be stupid to not recognize her voice.
“Master Isoc? Where are you Master Isoc? I know you’re here! I wouldn’t miss your complaining any- ooooh! A kitty!” a short girl cried, blundering into the sorcerer’s field of vision. She had not changed a bit in the past few weeks. Her red hair still stuck out at every angle and her brown eyes were as simple as ever. “Focus, Jerr, focus.” Growled the cat, piercing his apprentice’s eyes with his sharp green ones. This startled the girl. It startled her a lot.
“M-Master…Isoc…?” she stuttered, a look of shock crossing her face. For a minute, silence fell over the pair. Jerr could feel the disapproval of her teacher growing every second, and was beginning to curse her luck for not recognizing a transformation spell. Her mentor had always stressed the identification of curses and spells to disguise a human. Seeing his apprentice fail in an epic manner was not something he wanted to have to witness. This was something Jerr knew quite well.
“So are you going to tell me why you are in this desolate meadow, idiot?” snapped the bewitched man, glaring up at Jerr.
“W-well, why don’t you tell me why you’re a cat first.” Said the girl, pouting. She did not want to be left out of some interesting story that might have happened recently. Her mentor had not told her much about current sorcerer events in the past and had always made her scout out stories about tests of new magic and spells for herself. The cat narrowed his eyes.
“Listen, fool, you are, for now at least, my apprentice. I can tell you to do whatever I please. Now tell me why you are here.” He growled, livid. The girl cringed, looking towards the ground. This maneuver was less then effective at breaking her eye contact with Trer, but the effect was not lost.
“Fine…well, after you disappeared, I decided to go look for you. So I traveled through many cities and towns…and, well, I preformed a few exorcisms of demons for a few people, so I guess that by the time I got here, I had gotten a bit of fame. Anyways, the people in the village over there…” As this point, the girl stopped to point out a grassy hill a good five-hundred meters away from the pair. “Had heard of me and asked me to take care of a demon that had been killing their livestock and who had already killed two children from the village. I…I couldn’t say no to them…it seemed too heartless, so I accepted and headed straight out.” Once she had finished, the sorceress-in-training took a breath of the dry, hot air and looked directly at her mentor. If he suspected that she was holding out on anything, the cat did not say so. Instead, he got to his paws and stretched.
“What kind of demon is it?” He meowed nonchalantly.
“W-what?” stuttered the girl, her eyes widening in shock at her mentor’s words. The cat tilted his head up to meet her eyes once again.
“What kind of demon? Is it an insect demon, human, fish, chaos? This is something I always have told you to ask about. Only a fool would go into a fight or exorcism without that kind of knowledge. Taking a step forward, the sorcerer added, noting Jerr’s horrified look, “Of course, I think it is well known that you are an idiot.” A high-pitched scream sliced through the awkward silence in a way that is unique to tense situations. Jerr spun away from her mentor and towards the scream, raising one foot so as to run off to save the day. However, before she could so much as take her first step, a sharp pang of pain raced through her small, cloth-clad foot. Looking down, the girl saw Trer, his eyes annoyed.
“Stupid. Don’t leave me here. My legs, as you can see, are much smaller then yours.” He meowed, clawing his way up to Jerr’s shoulder where he perched like a furry white crab. After looking at her now sore foot for a moment to make sure there was no blood spurting out, Jerr darted off towards the source of the sound, being careful not to trip on the way. She was sure that her mentor would not forgive her if she dropped him.
: D This is part of my WIP story! Yaaaay...So...um...yeah. ^^ Maraha has read this before. :> But...I feel like getting crits from as many people as I can, more on the plot and my writting style then on grammar, 'cause there's a girl at school who pwns the world at editing and who helped me out before. So that's not what I am really concerned about now. I just want this to get to be as good as I can make it plotwise. :3 Thanks!