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« on: October 14, 2004, 06:52:51 am »
I'm not sure how many characters can go into thes, oh, it says down there LOL well, I'm not really looking for too much critique here. I'm not the best writer, but I have fun. but I will say that I have bad spelling that the spell check doesn't always pic up. ^_^ well, here's teh prolouge. My storry is called "The Fire Amulet"


   A streak of lightning flashed outside Adima’s small cottage. The light illuminated her house with a sharp electric blue. Rain beat at the shingled wooden roof, nearly nulling Adima to sleep as her head sank down. The sound of clashing thunder brought her awake again. Muttering to herself, she said, “I’m never goin’ at get this bloody quilt done.” Sighing, she placed the knitting needles down and rested her ancient stiff paws. Closing her eyes, she leaned back in her cedar rocking chair.

The sudden sound of a knock on her front door, accompanied by a flash of lightning, surprised the old, greying Jackal woman. Slowly the old woman lifted herself up onto her arthritis stricken legs. Gradually she made it to her door, with the aid of her oak walking cane. She drew her square peeping hole open and shouted “Who is it?”

         The site of a shivering wolf all bundled up greeted her eyes. “Please ma’am, let me in. Please! She is so cold!” The woman wolf shouted. She cradled a bundle of cloth to her breast. Hesitantly the old jackal let the wolf in. Adima’s heart went out to the poor thing when she saw how drenched she was. Adima figured the wolf had to be no older than ten and seven. Her golden brown fur clung to her like the cloak around her shoulders. In her arms she held tight the tiny bundle.

         “Come in!” Adima said. The young wolf girl staggered in. Adima gasped when she saw that her left leg was soaked in blood. Most of her leg looked much like ground meat. It sickened Adima, and she wondered what horrible tragedy had befallen the young wolf. Taking another step forward, the wolf collapsed. Adima managed to catch her, but her old disease ridden bones nearly failed her. Ever so slowly Adima walked the woman to her bed.
        
  As she rested her on the bed, the wolf grabbed Adima’s cotton cloak and pulled her
close. “You have to take her,” said the girl, coughing a bit. “I… I won’t live through the night.” the wolf releases her and held the bundle up with weakening arms. A tiny cough emitted from the layers of cloth. Timidly Adima took the bundle and slowly unwrapped it. She gasped when her eyes fell upon a tiny wolf pup. All fiery orange and barely a day old.
      
   “You have a child?” Adima asked as she stared at the little thing. The wolf nodded. “You have to stay well to look after it!” said Adima. The wolf shook her head weakly. “You must!”
        
   “No” whispered the wolf. “I won’t live. He has poisoned my flesh” the wolf stared at her with stunning ice blue eyes, eyes so beautiful but lacked the spark of life of her age. All Adima could see was a pain so deep that she couldn’t’ begin to imagine what had caused it. “you must take her,” the wolf whispered. Adima looked back to the bundle, whit the fiery pile of fur within. She felt her heart melt. Children had been a dream of Adima’s past, a dream never realized.
      
    Adima glanced up as the wolf weakly began searching her wet cloak. “You must take this too,” she whispered as she pulled out a necklace. Adima couldn’t help but stare at the gem that sat in the palm of the wolf’s paw. Attached to a thin gold chain was a red amulet. The amulet seemed to glow with an inner fire of its own. It captivated Adima.
      
    Adima was surprised when the wolf moved it in her direction. “Take it. Zenoc can’t ever get it.: the wolf whispered. Hair bristled all over the old jackal woman. That name. Zenoc. He was the one that had shot her mate through the heart with an arrow many years ago
        
  “But why?” Adima asked as she took the amulet. It was warm to the touch.
      
    “He just can’t.” the woman whispered. As the old jackal tried to ask more questions the wolf stopped responding. Adima watched as her breathing ceased. Pressing an ear to the wolf’s chest found nothing, not even a heart beat. Tearfully, Adima looked to the young pup. “Oh dear sweety. What should I do?”




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« Reply #1 on: October 14, 2004, 06:55:07 am »
Here's Chapter 1 of my story ^_^ it's long though. I'm thinking of posting the rest on my website. '<img'>

It was a warm, sunny day outside as Autumn Fire led the horses out to the paddocks. Closing her eyes, she took in all of the beautiful summer scents. Autumn Fire adored summer and autumn, even though she had been a spring pup. The beauty of the season changing, of the golden and orange leaves filling the air was magic to Autumn Fire. Smiling, she tossed her light cotton cloak over her shoulders and removed eh rope from the horse’s muzzle. “There you go Strike” she said as she patted the gelding on his slender white neck.

She left the paddock and closed the gat, then headed to the small cottage that was home. Inside she found Mama sitting in her cedar rocking chair knitting. The old jackal woman’s once golden fur was now all but grey, leaving only a few stokes of gold as a memory of older days. She looked up to her with soft golden eyes. These eyes now needed spectacles to see, but they still housed all the warmth Autumn Fire had known growing up. She knew the jackal was not her mother, for many obvious reasons, but still respected her and called hr ‘mama.”

“Oh, Autumn my dear. It is kind of you to get your chores done so quickly. If you would not mind, this old jackal would like to have a delicious beef meat sandwich.” asked mama. Autumn Fire smiled.

“Of course Mama. I  have quite an appetite myself.” Autumn Fire said. The wolf walked into the small kitchen and snatched some strips of beef meat from the icebox. She placed them between four pieces of sourdough bread, making 2 sandwiches. She added a few more things then carried them into the parlour.

She handed the sandwich to Mama and sat down in a wooden bench across from the old woman. “How is the quilt coming Mama?” she asked. The Jackal grunted. “my old paws just can not knit like they used to. Age has hit me hard in the past few years Autumn. I was once as full of energy as you are.. But now my joints have forgotten what energy is.” said the jackal. Sighing, the Old jackal took a bite out of her sandwich.  Autumn Fire smiled at her and bit into her own sandwich, allowing the taste to invade her mouth. She loved beef meat, but the knowledge that she had raised the cow she now consumed was a little less more than unsettling.

As they ate in silence, Autumn Fire watched as deep grey storm clouds crawled across the dimming sky towards their tiny farm. Soon a few rain drops fell from the darkening sky. “Oh, not rain again. My old bones have been feeling it all day” muttered Mama. Autumn Fire smiled and took the last bite of her sandwich. She was a little surprised buy the sudden onslaught of rain. It had been such a warm and clear afternoon. It didn’t bother Autumn Fire much though, aside from what her Mama felt about the curse of the water from above, she loved the rain. She stood up and walked over to the nearest window and stood there with her elbows on the windowsill, watching the rain fall from above. The sound of the patter on the shingled roof was calming to Autumn Fire. It was a sound that helped her drift off to sleep many a nights when she was just a pup.

“Autumn, could you close the drapes please? I don’t want the draft to seep into the house. My joints are bad enough for it already” mama asked. Autumn Fire reached up to pull the curtains close but stopped when she spotted something off in the distance. She squinted, straining her eyes to see what it could be.

“Mama?” she called out. The Jackal slowly walked over to the window. “There’s something heading this way on the horizon.” Mama leaned over, squinting thorough her eye glasses. Autumn Fire leaned so close her snout pressed against the cool glass of the window. Squinting more, she managed to make out what looked like men on horses. One of them appeared to be holding a banner. The banner was whipping so much in the wind outside that Autumn Fire couldn’t make out the sigil. Beside her she saw Mama’s eyes grow wide.

“Oh the gods. Dear! You have to leave, now!!” Mama shouted. Autumn Fire stared at her guardian. She had never heard such panic in the old jackal’s voice as now.

“Who is it, mama?” Autumn Fire asked. Mama ignored her question and began moving around the house, faster than  Autumn Fire had ever seen her move. The fear from the old woman was so thick she Autumn Fire could smell it in the air, a smell that  made the very fur on her own body rise.

The old jackal snatched an old cotton pack from a linen shelf and began stuffing things in it. “mama?” Autumn Fire asked again. This time Mama looked up to her sharply. The look Autumn Fire beheld in her eyes terrified her to her very soul. Her entire life Autumn Fire had never seen her Mama scared, and now she saw a terror in the woman’s eyes that cut deep into her heart.

“What are you doing standing here??” the woman shouted. Autumn Fire stared at her. “Come on you red-furred knucklehead! We have to pack. I want you to grab me some food from the fridge, than some of you clothes from your room!” she barked. Nodding, Autumn Fire ran off and snatched the items she was sent for. As she brought them back, she saw Mama glance out the window. Autumn Fire followed her gaze and saw that the small group of men now emerged to reveal that they were an army of wolves and dragons mounted on night black steeds. The crest on their armour was now clearly visible to her wolven eyes. Squinting, a thought of that sigil flashed through her mind. She had seen it on banners in Bark’s Ville down the road. It was the sigil of Lord Zenoc, Autumn Fire recalled.

“Are you just going to stand there gawking all day child? Give me those!” Mama snatched the items from her hands and stuffed them in the pack. “There, all set! Take this!” the jackal shoved the pack into Autumn Fire’s chest/

“What?’ Autumn Fire asked. Mama glared at her.

“Leave child, while you still can!” mama shouted. She began pushing Autumn fire towards the door.

“What about you mama? Why do I have to leave?” Autumn Fire was more confused then she had ever been. Mama opened the door.

“There’s no time to explain! Those men are evil! When they catch you here, they will do unspeakable things to you!” Mama shoved Autumn Fire out the door.

“But what about you? They will hurt you too!” Autumn Fire cried. She was scared now. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but Autumn knew it was bad.

“Never mind about me! You’re the important one!” Mama shouted. Autumn Fire felt tears build up in her beautiful blue eyes. She didn’t’ want to Leave Mama. The old Jackal was the only person in her life. The only person she had ever truly known.

“here,” the jackal said as she dug through her tan  robe. Autumn Fire could only gaze in disbelief as her Mama pulled out the most beautiful red stone she had ever seen. It seemed to glow with an inner fire. “take this!” Mama thrust the gem at her. Autumn Fire held her cream paws up.

“I can’t, it’s so… beautiful…” Autumn Fire protested. Mama took one of Autumn’s paws and pushed it into her palm. She closed her fingers around it. Within Autumn’s fist it was warm, like a coal that had been cooling in the after embers of a fire just before she placed it in a sack under her covers to warm her blankets. A tiny golden chain slipped between her padded fingers like liquid metal.

“Mama…” Autumn Fire whispered. The jackal shoved her out the door.

“Go!” she shouted. “Take Strike!”

Then the jackal slammed the door on her. Autumn Fire stared at the wooden door, contemplating on what to do next. Should I knock on the door, begging to be let in? She looked to her right, and saw that it wasn’t just a small party of soldiers, but a huge host army moving onto the small farm. There were on the outskirts of the ranch. Now she could clearly see Lord Zenoc’s banner waving in the rainy wind.

Looking to the fiery amulet in her hand, Autumn Fire felt tears run down her cheek fur. “Mama say’s I should go,” she whispered. “she has never don’t me wrong before” After one more glance at the host, Autumn Fire ran to the paddock. It wasn’t quite time to lead the gelding in to the barn yet. She ran off to the barn and grabbed his saddle, a saddle blanket and his bridle. She exited outside again, only to be greeted by a rainstorm. Large droplets stung her eyes and nose as she walked to the paddock again. The grass beneath her paws was slippery, almost causing her to slip to the ground below. Her long fiery main whipped behind her as she kicked open the paddock with her foot. She threw the equipment to the ground, not caring to much about ruining it. She grabbed the blanket and threw it over Strike’s back. Next she placed his saddle on. As she tried to tighten the strap, her paws slipped on the wet leather. She tried repeatedly to do it up, but the rain made the leather too slippery. Panic flooded her soul as she fiddled with the buckle, her hands shaking ferociously. After what seemed a lifetime, she hooked the buckle. Autumn Fire snatched the bridal and tried to make Strike take it, but her quivering hands made it hard for her to place it against the gelding’s mouth. All over her body began to shake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the host approach the small wooden log house. Fear now filled her blood. She dropped the bridal and grasped the wooden fence of the paddock and tried to regain herself. Inside her tummy was jumping around. She quickly found her beef meat sandwich coming up in reverse. Shaking, she grabbed the bridal and tried to make Strike take it. After a few tries he accepted the metal bar. Again she found herself dealing with the slimy leather straps. Her paws slid more again but sheer determination pushed Autumn Fire to tighten the bridal up.

When she was done she placed a padded foot in the left stirrup and hoisted herself up. She made herself comfortable in the saddle, adjusting her digigrade legs and pulled the reins to the left, leading the gelding to the nearby wood. She crouched down and was ready to urge Strike into a gallop when a bright orange glow reflected in the wet fence. She turned the horse and cried out when she saw that the only home she had known for sixteen years was up in flames. A group of men spotted her through the rainy night and pointed at her. One of the wolves dressed in plate armour motioned around the side of the cabin.  Autumn fire cried when she saw them bring out Mama, her brownish robes drenched in a dark liquid that she knew was blood. The too carrying the jackal threw her in the mud and began running towards the paddock. A couple mounted soldiers with crossbows rode up behind him. Before Autumn Fire could see what was happening, two arrow flew near her head. Terrified, Autumn Fire reared her horse and  galloped towards the woods.

The rain stung her face as she rode.  Behind her she could hear the thundering of the black steeds hooves. The site of the paddocks wooden fence ahead panicked Autumn Fire. She had only jumped Strike twice, and neither was over anything as tall as the paddock fence. Forcing herself to recompose, Autumn drew her body into Strike and squeezed his sides as they came up to the fence. She pulled the reins slightly, the command to jump she had taught the gelding. Obediently, Strike leapt. Closing her eyes, Autumn fire hoped he would make it.

The sound of cracking timber brought Autumn Fire’s eyes to shoot open. It was as if timed stopped for her. Strikes hind hooves caught onto the upper part of the fence, breaking it. The two of them tumbled forward. Strike hit the ground with his front hooves, collapsing to the ground and rolling forward, taking Autumn Fire with him. Pain seared through her entire body and her leg ignited with pain as the horse rolled onto it’s left side. Screaming, Autumn Fire squirmed to get free. Her leg was pinned under the gelding. Strike whinnied on top of her. Shock shook her body, and she lost all comprehension of what was happening to her. The two archers chasing her burst through the paddock fence with ease and smiled when they spied her pinned beneath her mount.

Rain poured all around, blurring Autumn Fire’s sight. The two archers dismounted and walked over to her. Shivering, Autumn Fire was too incoherent to know what they were doing. She looked up to them and saw only two blurred faces looming over her.

More pain burst in her left leg as Spike shifted. Autumn Fire heard the two crossbows trigger, but Spike didn’t’ stop moving. The White gelding somehow managed to roll over. He stood up with quivering legs and took a few steps forward. Autumn Fire clung to the saddle for dear life. As the two archers desperately tried to reload their crossbows as fast as they could, Strike was off galloping into the dark wood ahead. Autumn Fire wrapped her arms around the white gelding’s neck and felt her mind slowly slip away, escaping the flaming pain of her leg.




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« Reply #2 on: October 24, 2004, 05:15:46 am »
This is the second draft in my story. I changed and added a few things '<img'> enjoy ^_^

It was a warm, sunny day outside as Autumn Fire led the horses out to the paddocks. Closing her eyes, she took in t all of the beautiful summer scents. Autumn Fire adored summer and autumn, even though she had been a spring pup. The beauty of the season changing, of the golden and orange leaves filling the air was magic to Autumn Fire. Smiling, she tossed her light cotton cloak over her shoulders and removed eh rope from the horse’s muzzle. “There you go Strike” she said as she patted the gelding on his slender white neck.

She left the paddock and closed the gat, then headed to the small cottage that was home. Inside she found Mama sitting in her cedar rocking chair knitting. The old jackal woman’s once golden fur was now all but grey, leaving only a few stokes of gold as a memory of older days. She looked up to her with soft golden eyes. These eyes now needed spectacles to see, but they still housed all the warmth Autumn Fire had known growing up. She knew the jackal was not her mother, for many obvious reasons, but still respected her and called hr ‘mama.”

“Oh, Autumn my dear. It is kind of you to get your chores done so quickly. If you would not mind, this old jackal would like to have a delicious beef meat sandwich.” asked mama. Autumn Fire smiled.

“Of course Mama. I  have quite an appetite myself.” Autumn Fire said. Smiling, the wolf  walked into the small kitchen. She never balked at doing anything for the old woman. Snatching some strips of beef meat from the icebox, she then placed them between four pieces of sourdough bread, making 2 sandwiches. She added a few more things then carried them into the parlour.

She handed the sandwich to Mama and sat down in a wooden bench across from the old woman. “How is the quilt coming Mama?” she asked. The Jackal grunted. “my old paws just can not knit like they used to. Age has hit me hard in the past few years Autumn. I was once as full of energy as you are.. But now my joints have forgotten what energy is.” said the jackal. Sighing, the Old jackal took a bite out of her sandwich.   Autumn Fire smiled at her and bit into her own sandwich, allowing the taste to invade her mouth. She loved beef meat, but the knowledge that she had raised the cow she now consumed was a little less more than unsettling.

Across from her, Autumn Fire watched Mama eat her sandwich. The old jackal woman seemed to be of in her own world again. She was often like that, staring at nothing that Autumn could see.  She knew Mama was thinking of her husband when she drifted off like so. Many a time Autumn Fire had though of asking about him, but the pain on the old woman’s face often scared her from doing so. Now, for some reason, she felt the need to know the story.

“Mama?” she asked. The old Jackal snapped out of her dream and looked to Autumn Fire.

“Yes child?” Mama said. Autumn Fire hesitated a moment, thinking whether or not she should ask.. The feeling pushing her to do it overpowered her fear of getting snapped at buy the old woman.

“I was wondering , what happened to Papa?” she asked, waiting in uncomfortable silence while Mama thought about the question.

Mama looked up to her with sad, empty eyes, a look she only got when she though about Papa. She looked to her old, shrivelled paws then to Autumn Fire. “I guess it is about time you knew child. I know you have been curious about the story for quite some time.” Pausing, Mama looked to the wood funace in the center of the room, seeing things that only her mind knew of. The old woman sighed and looked back to Autumn Fire. “you always were the curious child. That’s what I loved about you. Papa was a curious jackal himself. Got himself into a lot of trouble that way. But I loved him for it as well. He never made life dull with his insatiable appetite to know things.”

Mama paused again, this time Autumn Fire could see tears filling up in her amber eyes. “Mama?” Autumn Fire felt a little stupid for asking this of the old woman. As strong as the woman appeared on the outside, she was still wounded by her love’s death.

Mama shook her head and looked up. “It was that damn curiosity of his that got him into trouble. He began inquiring about things he should have kept his snout out of. I warned that old fool many times he should let matters drop, but he would only smile that smile of his that made me feel as if all was going to be alright. I should have forced him though. One day while he was in the field tending the horses, an arrow sliced into his back and pierced his heart.” A cold expression took over her soft features. “they never found out how did it, but I knew who was responsible.” A growl escaped Mama’s lips. Autumn Fire was sure Mama didn’t know she let it out.

“Who was responsible Mama?” Autumn Fire asked. Mama gazed off into nothingness for a moment before turning a hard eye on her.

“That is none of your business child!” She snapped. Autumn Fire was taken aback a bit. She looked to the ground, avoiding Mama’s piercing stare.

“I’m sorry mama.” said Autumn Fire. Mama softened her eyes and took the wolf’s chin in her old paw.

“Don’t worry child. It’s just, I don’t want to endanger your life by telling you things that are better left unsaid. You never know who could be watching. You are all I have in this world, Autumn. I don’t want to loose you too. I think I would go mad if you departed from me as well.” mama told her. Autumn Fire felt tears in her icy blue eyes. She hugged the old woman then sat back down and continued to eat her sandwich. Silence soon filled the cottage again.

As they ate in silence, Autumn Fire watched as deep grey storm clouds crawled across the dimming sky towards their tiny farm. Soon a few rain drops fell from the darkening sky. “Oh, not rain again. My old bones have been feeling it all day” muttered Mama. Autumn Fire smiled and took the last bite of her sandwich. She was a little surprised buy the sudden onslaught of rain. It had been such a warm and clear afternoon. It didn’t bother Autumn Fire much though, aside from what her Mama felt about the curse of the water from above, she loved the rain. She stood up and walked over to the nearest window and stood there with her elbows on the windowsill, watching the rain fall from above. The sound of the patter on the shingled roof was calming to Autumn Fire. It was a sound that helped her drift off to sleep many a nights when she was just a pup.

“Autumn, could you close the drapes please? I don’t want the draft to seep into the house. My joints are bad enough for it already” mama asked. Autumn Fire reached up to pull the curtains close but stopped when she spotted something off in the distance. She squinted, straining her eyes to see what it could be.

“Mama?” she called out. The Jackal slowly walked over to the window. “There’s something heading this way on the horizon.” Mama leaned over, squinting thorough her eye glasses. Autumn Fire leaned so close her snout pressed against the cool glass of the window. Squinting more, she managed to make out what looked like men on horses. One of them appeared to be holding a banner. The banner was whipping so much in the wind outside that Autumn Fire couldn’t make out the sigil. Beside her she saw Mama’s eyes grow wide.

“Oh the gods. Dear! You have to leave, now!!” Mama shouted. Autumn Fire stared at her guardian. She had never heard such panic in the old jackal’s voice as now.

“Who is it, mama?” Autumn Fire asked. Mama ignored her question and began moving around the house, faster than   Autumn Fire had ever seen her move. The fear from the old woman was so thick she Autumn Fire could smell it in the air, a smell that  made the very fur on her own body rise.

The old jackal snatched an old cotton pack from a linen shelf and began stuffing things in it. “mama?” Autumn Fire asked again. This time Mama looked up to her sharply. The look Autumn Fire beheld in her eyes terrified her to her very soul. Her entire life Autumn Fire had never seen her Mama scared, and now she saw a terror in the woman’s eyes that cut deep into her heart.

“What are you doing standing here??” the woman shouted. Autumn Fire stared at her. “Come on you red-furred knucklehead! We have to pack. I want you to grab me some food from the fridge, than some of you clothes from your room!” she barked. Nodding, Autumn Fire ran off and snatched the items she was sent for. As she brought them back, she saw Mama glance out the window. Autumn Fire followed her gaze and saw that the small group of men now emerged to reveal that they were an army of wolves and dragons mounted on night black steeds. The crest on their armour was now clearly visible to her wolven eyes. Squinting, a thought of that sigil flashed through her mind. She had seen it on banners in Bark’s Ville down the road. It was the sigil of Lord Zenoc, Autumn Fire recalled.

“Are you just going to stand there gawking all day child? Give me those!” Mama snatched the items from her hands and stuffed them in the pack. “There, all set! Take this!” the jackal shoved the pack into Autumn Fire’s chest.

“What?’ Autumn Fire asked. Mama glared at her.

“Leave child, while you still can!” mama shouted. She began pushing Autumn fire towards the door.

“What about you mama? Why do I have to leave?” Autumn Fire was more confused then she had ever been. She did not want to leave the old jackal, especially in this state of terror she was in. Her heart pounded with a deep fear that she would never be able to see Mama again.

Mama opened the door.

“There’s no time to explain! Those men are evil! When they catch you here, they will do unspeakable things to you!” Mama shoved Autumn Fire out the door.

“But what about you? They will hurt you too!” Autumn Fire cried. She was scared now. Looking at mama, Autumn Fire never wanted to leave her side. The old jackel had raised her from a pup as if she was her own blood, and always put up with her daydreaming. The mear thought of abandoning Mama in this state terrified Autumn Fire. The wolf began to shake all over.

“Never mind about me! You’re the important one!” Mama shouted. Autumn Fire felt tears build up in her beautiful blue eyes. She didn’t’ want to Leave Mama. The old Jackal was the only person in her life. The only person she had ever truly known.

“here,” the jackal said as she dug through her tan  robe. Autumn Fire could only gaze in disbelief as her Mama pulled out the most beautiful red stone she had ever seen. It seemed to glow with an inner fire. “take this!” Mama thrust the gem at her. Autumn Fire held her cream paws up.

“I can’t, it’s so… beautiful…” Autumn Fire protested. Mama took one of Autumn’s paws and pushed it into her palm. She closed her fingers around it. Within Autumn’s fist the amulet was warm, like a coal that had been cooling in the after embers of a fire just before she placed it in a sack under her covers to warm her blankets. The feeling of Mama’s paws around her own only seemed to warm the touch even more.

“Mama…” Autumn Fire whispered. The jackal shoved her out the door.

“Go!” she shouted. “Take Strike!”

Then the jackal slammed the door on her.  “Mama!” Autumn Fire shouted. Blindly she began banging on the cottage door. “Please Mama!! I can’t leave you here with these men!” Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the gods tears from above. No matter how hard she slammed against the door, Mama would not open it. “MAMA!” she screamed. With her body weight against the door, she sunk to her knees in a helpless slump. Everything she had ever known had changed in an instant. Soon all of the memories she had while under Mama’s careful eye seemed a lifetime ago.

Shivering, Autumn Fire looked to her right, and saw that it wasn’t just a small party of soldiers, but a huge host army moving onto the small farm. There were on the outskirts of the ranch. Now she could clearly see Lord Zenoc’s banner waving in the rainy wind.

Looking to the fiery amulet in her hand, Autumn Fire felt the hot tears run down her cheek fur. “Mama say’s I should go,” she whispered, quaking at the thought. “she has never don’t me wrong before” Slowly she forced her self to her feet, shaking as she did so. She looked to the hard oak door and began sobing. “I love you Mama!” She screamed through her gasping breaths.

After one more glance at the host, Autumn Fire ran to the paddock. It wasn’t quite time to lead the gelding in to the barn yet. She ran off to the barn and grabbed his saddle, a saddle blanket and his bridle. She exited outside again, only to be greeted by a rainstorm. Large droplets stung her eyes and nose as she walked to the paddock again. The grass beneath her paws was slippery, almost causing her to slip to the ground below. Her long fiery main whipped behind her as she kicked open the paddock with her foot. She threw the equipment to the ground, not caring to much about ruining it. She grabbed the blanket and threw it over Strike’s back. Next she placed his saddle on. As she tried to tighten the strap, her paws slipped on the wet leather. She tried repeatedly to do it up, but the rain made the leather too slippery. Panic flooded her soul as she fiddled with the buckle, her hands shaking ferociously. After what seemed a lifetime, she hooked the buckle. Autumn Fire snatched the bridal and tried to make Strike take it, but her quivering hands made it hard for her to place it against the gelding’s mouth. All over her body began to shake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the host approach the small wooden log house. Fear now filled her blood. She dropped the bridal and grasped the wooden fence of the paddock and tried to regain herself. Inside her stomach was jumping around. She quickly found her beef meat sandwich coming up in reverse. Shaking, she grabbed the bridal and tried to make Strike take it. After a few tries he accepted the metal bar. Again she found herself dealing with the slimy leather straps. Her paws slid more again but sheer determination pushed Autumn Fire to tighten the bridal up.

When she was done she placed a padded foot in the left stirrup and hoisted herself up. She made herself comfortable in the saddle, adjusting her digigrade legs and pulled the reins to the left, leading the gelding to the nearby wood. She crouched down and was ready to urge Strike into a gallop when a bright orange glow reflected in the wet fence. She turned the horse and cried out when she saw that the only home she had known for sixteen years was up in flames. A group of men spotted her through the rainy night and pointed at her. One of the wolves dressed in plate armour motioned around the side of the cabin.  Autumn fire cried when she saw them bring out Mama, her brownish robes drenched in a dark liquid that she knew was blood. The too carrying the jackal threw her in the mud and began running towards the paddock. A couple mounted soldiers with crossbows rode up behind him. Before Autumn Fire could see what was happening, two arrow flew near her head. Terrified, Autumn Fire reared her horse and  galloped towards the woods.

The rain stung her face as she rode.   Behind her she could hear the thundering of the black steeds hooves. The site of the paddocks wooden fence ahead panicked Autumn Fire. She had only jumped Strike twice, and neither was over anything as tall as the paddock fence. Forcing herself to recompose, Autumn drew her body into Strike and squeezed his sides as they came up to the fence. She pulled the reins slightly, the command to jump she had taught the gelding. Obediently, Strike leapt. Closing her eyes, Autumn fire hoped he would make it.

The sound of cracking timber brought Autumn Fire’s eyes to shoot open. It was as if timed stopped for her. Strikes hind hooves caught onto the upper part of the fence, breaking it. The two of them tumbled forward. Strike hit the ground with his front hooves, collapsing to the ground and rolling forward, taking Autumn Fire with him. Pain seared through her entire body and her leg ignited with pain as the horse rolled onto it’s left side. Screaming, Autumn Fire squirmed to get free. Her leg was pinned under the gelding. Strike whinnied on top of her. Shock shook her body, and she lost all comprehension of what was happening to her. The two archers chasing her burst through the paddock fence with ease and smiled when they spied her pinned beneath her mount.

Rain poured all around, blurring Autumn Fire’s sight. The two archers dismounted and walked over to her. Shivering, Autumn Fire was too incoherent to know what they were doing. She looked up to them and saw only two blurred faces looming over her.

More pain burst in her left leg as Spike shifted. Autumn Fire heard the two crossbows trigger, but Spike didn’t’ stop moving. The White gelding slowly started to roll over. Somewhere in the rain she heard the archers reload their crossbows. More hooves sounded in the rain. Some one shouted an order, though Autumn Fire could not comprehend what it was. The thundering rain and exploding pain in her leg blinded her to her senses.

More words were exchanged. Autumn Fire couldn’t understand why she was still alive. The enemy stood not 10 feet from her, and she lay helplessly on the ground, but she was not dead yet. Among the fiery pain, she could only think of one reason: they wanted her alive. Why they would want her was something Autumn Fire couldn’t understand.

By the sounds of the men’s voices, the soldiers were arguing amongst themselves. In the blur of the pouring rain, she couldn’t tell if any were looking her way. She prayed they weren’t. With her teeth clenched, she tried to motion Strike to roll over. She hoped he had not broken any legs, otherwise she would be at the mercy of these soldiers.

Ever so slowly Strike began to follow her command. Pain burst in her leg as he rolled over it more to get a grip o the ground. The soldiers voices escalated to yelling as Strike hoisted himself up. Gripping onto his saddle with her life, she urged the gelding to a gallop. Behind her she heard the soldiers start to scream. A couple of arrows caressed her hair., barely missing her by inches. Behind her she vaguely heard the sound of thundering hooves following her. Desperately Autumn Fire tried to grasp the reality around her, but the pain was taking over. She felt nearly blinded by it as she road through the woods. She felt at an advantage though. She had ridden through these woods since she could hold herself in a saddle; she knew her way around the forest. Thoughts flooded her head of what would happen if they caught her. Using the knowledge to her advantage, she began zigzagging through the trees, searching for a crevice she knew existed around the woods somewhere. It would be near impossible to spot unless you knew it was there. The men on the horses following her would be stalled chasing her once they fell into it.

Darting around, she squinted through the pain and rain to find that small crevice around. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest when she found it. Crouching for her fourth ever jump, Autumn Fire was ready, this time she couldn’t miss, if she did, she was the men’s prisoner. As the crevice came near a foot away, Autumn Fire urged Strike to jump. The horse leapt through the rainy air and landed smoothly on the grass on the other side. Autumn thanked the gods that Strike had not slipped on the drenched ground. As she thundered on, she heard horses shrill behind her when the met the crevice. Screams from the wolves and foxes mixed with the storming rain, making a most sickening sound to Autumn Fire. She didn’t want to go see what had happened. If she did, the men may get her and she would be lost to them.

Pain hit Autumn Fire as her adrenaline from the situation began to die down. Her head exploded with a headache so fierce she could barely open her eyes. The pain flooded into every inch of her aching body and she slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
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Re: First Furry Story!
« Reply #3 on: October 13, 2010, 09:45:18 pm »
I LOVE IT!!! I'm glad someone's doing something ORIGINAL! Don't stop writing it!!! :D

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Re: First Furry Story!
« Reply #4 on: October 13, 2010, 09:57:02 pm »
I'm sure she'd be thrilled to see how much you like the story, but this member hasn't logged on since February..and this story was posted 6 years ago, dude  ;).

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Re: First Furry Story!
« Reply #5 on: October 13, 2010, 10:27:32 pm »
I was so sad at the prologue.  :( The thought of a young mother dying is perhaps one of the saddest things I can think of. But then chapter one really helped things, a lot. It made me happy again, then worried. Don't stop writing, it's wonderful!
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