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 Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:34 pm
The young centaur walked slowly through the forrest towards the high mountains in the distance. He didn't know why. He just had a feeling that it was the right way to go.
As he walked along he held his little bag tighter. It was the only thing he had left of his family. As hew was growing up the Cattaur elder had tought him to read and right. He found that he knew most of what the elder was saying anyway but he pretended to learn.
The only things he had with him were three books. One was about The First Harvest Festival, The second A Christmas Tale and the third had no title and the pages were worn and faded some pages were missing an it was only half full. This was his mothers journal. This was the only family he knew. It said somthing about two older sisters and an elder brother but no one in the village evey spoke about them. It ended, as far as he could make out a, few weeks before he was born.
His only other belongings were an old blanket, some rope, a few fishing hooks he'd taken from the boat and a small pen knife one of the children of the village had given him as a present.
Soon he found a cave the floors were dry and littered with leaves from the last fall. Gathering some of the fallen leaves and a few dry branches he cleared an area and started a fire. as light filled the cave he noticed some strange markings linning the walls. the looked like deep claw marks but the thing that made his hair stand on end was dried blood on the walls.
the color showed it wasn't fresh, a day or two at the latest.
He jumped slightly as a soft cry echoed through the cave picking up his knife and a burning branch he wandered further into the cave.
Walking around a large boulder the stench of death hit his nose. Bones litered the floor as far as he could see.
Steping across the bones he waked further into the dark. He stoped as a large shape came into view. This was the owner of th Cave a large beast he could see the claws and knew it was the one who had marked the walls in the front of the cave. Steping back he stood on a bone snaping it in two.
As the noise echoed through the cave the creature didn't move It was then that Cayden realised the creature wasn't breathing at all. It was dead.
The soft cry echoed through the cave again and moveing carefully past the body he noticed a basket in the corner.
Putting the tourch down he genlty removed the lid of the basket. Wraped in a highly decorated blanket was a small child. Taking a closer look Cayden noticed she was a Satyr
Blinking slightly at the new light she smiled at the new face reaching out to be held. The last face she remembered seeing was her mother crying then it went dark. She must of nodded off because the next this she remembers was alot of shouting and a loud roar.
This was a new face but he looked friendly.
She had no idea her family had left her here as an offering to the beast that terrorised the village. The elder had selected her from several young satyrs and she had been given a royal start in life. But on the turn of her first birthday her mother tried to runaway with her but was stoped.
bringing her down in the basket they left it by the entrance But once again the mother tried to rescue her daughter and angered the beast.
The fight was long and hard for both sides and in the end the beast stumbled back into his cave with the basket leaving the bodys to the scavengers that had watched the battle. With one last mighty roar he had colapsed knowing he was mighty.
Quickly he fashened a sling type carrier like he'd seen the young mothers of the village do. Sliping it on he carefully lifted the baby from the basket.
Watching her giggle he hugged her gently.
~She likes you. Can you look after her for us.~ a soft voice whispered in his ear.
Turning his head he saw the face of a youngish Satyr. She looked like an older version of the little baby falling asleep in the sling.
~Her fate is up to you now. I tired to save her but failed.~ with a sigh she faded into the darkness.
Grabbing the blanket from te basket he tucket it in with her. She smiled and snuggled into his chest.
Smiling slightly he picked up his knife and the tourch before quickly leaving the cave.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 2:08 pm
The centaur taped his hoof sternly "Tawnie. Will you hurry up. You have to be the slowest Satyr ever." Cayden called with a sligh smile.
Tawnie sighed as she dug through her packs. "I Know dad. But i cant find my hair tie."
"Lady had it this morning when she passed through my tent. Now hurry up i need to fold your tent." he smiled as his young daughter crawled out from her small tent with her to bags.
"Why do we have to move now?" she moaned pulling her hair back with a diffrent hair tie. "I just got used to the area."
He sighed as he started folding up the tent and packing the poles. "You know we can only stay for so long bfore were bothered." Cayden lifted the last of the bags into his little cart.
"Are you sure you have everything? were not comming back."
"I have everyting....except my hair tie. and if lady dosent give it back i'l put a ward up on my tent and she wont get in."
Tawnie smiled as a light red hair tie drifted back into her hands.
"Thank you lady."
~You wouldn't put a ward up would you~ the soft figure whispered floting next to tawnie
"You know i wouldn't do that to you." She paused for a second as she put her two bags into the cart "But if you keep moveing my stuff i will."
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