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CHAPTER 1
Soo... I am writing a Centaur story that hopefully, possibly, might become a novel (long stretch there) I have about 8 pages done, so if ya want to rread, here ya go (ps, I am also looking for ideas for a story line and characters, so please tell xB) I will continue to add chapters to my journal so keep checking.
Preface
“Life is something to cherish, but don’t let that idea stop you from having fun!” Jenkis chortled and then composed himself. Serious again, he placed a hand on Kegen’s shoulder and looked him in the eye. “Now, stop being a beetle-bug and do the jump with me.” Jenkis laughed again and galloped away towards the ravine.
He stopped a few feet away, turned around to wink at Kegen and then charged ahead. He touched the rocks on the bank of the river and then leaped into the air. He soared easily over the water and landed gracefully on the other side. He pranced in place for a second to get his footing and then turned to face the river. “Come on, Keg!” He yelled, waving his hand.
Chapter 1
Jenkis winced as Quik repositioned the bone in his arm so that it would heal right.
Kegen started with another round of apologies, “I’m so sorry! I knew I should have had a longer run. I am just to slow and small.” Jenkis winced again. “Sorry.” Kegen rubbed at his cut on his forearm, the worst of his injuries.
Jenkis whapped at Quick’s hand as he tried to clean the open wound on Jenkis’s cheek, “Stop, old man. I’m fine.” Jenkis pulled his legs out form under him and rose. “C’mon Keg.” He snapped as he walked from the tent. Kegen followed, timidly. “Next time you make the jump-”
“Next time?!” Kegen interrupted a shocked expression on his face.
“Yes, next time. You will lift off with your hind legs, and reach out with your fronts.” He glared at Jenkis and the poked the brace that was holding his arm up.
“Sorry I’m such a pain.” Kegen muttered, looking down at his hands.
“Nah, you’re not.” Jenkis reached over and patted him on the back. “I shouldn’t have made you do it.”
Kegen sniffed and then looked up at the sun that was peaking through the tree canopy. “I’d better get home before Francis starts to worry.”
“Your sis takes the fun out of life.” Jenkis muttered defiantly, but let Kegen go.
“Yea, I know.” Kegen smiled and then turned directions and made his way through the swarm of tents. He reached his and swept the flap aside as he walked inside. He looked around the rather large tent and then called, “Francis?” No answer. He walked farther to the back and pushed aside the tarp that gave his sister some level of privacy. He peaked inside and saw her sleeping peacefully on her mat. Jenkis smiled and kneeled by her side. He reached down and tapped her shoulder, “Francis.” He stared at her sleeping face and then shook her shoulder. “Sis!” He said louder.
She woke with a start and automatically rached for her bow that was lying beside her head. “Wh-what?” She mumbled, still dazed.
“I’m home.” Kegen whispered, standing.
“Oh…. Where have you been?!” Francis asked fiercely, her motherly side showing. She had gotten up and was now holding Kegen by the shoulders.
“I just went down to the ravine….with Jenkis.” He said, looking away from her face.
“What?! I told you to tell me when you go places! Do you have any idea how afraid I was? I didn’t know if you were safe, or killed, or captured by the Lapiths!” she growled and then when Kegen shook his head, she wrapped her long arms around him. “Don’t do that to me. You know how it kills me when I don’t know where you are.” She whispered against his neck. She let him go and then pointed towards the front part of the tent, “I have dinner ready, so go eat.” She ordered.
Kegen nodded and then turned toward the table. He caught the whiff of rabbit and he almost ran to the table. He scarfed down the food and then belched. “That was great, sis! Thanks!”
Francis hit him with a towel, “Well, go clean up and then we have to go to another meeting.”
“Ahh, but they are so boring.” Kegen mumbled and he walked sluggishly towards his part of the tent. He heard Francis gasp and he turned his head to look at her. “What?”
“Wh-what happened to you arm?” She breathed.
“Nothing,” Kegen, said not wanting to tell her about him falling into the ravine and Jenkis having to jump in and save him.
“It doesn’t look like nothing. Tell me what happened.”
He sighed in defeat. “I fell into the ravine and Jenkis had to save me. This is nothing; he got the worst of it.” He peaked sideways at her, awaiting her reaction.
Francis’s face grew a dark red under her russet skin, her eyes showed anger. “Did Jenkis tell you to jump over it?” She managed to say through stiff lips.
“Yea,” Kegen said and continued to his room. He heard Francis push aside the front flap and he sighed, but grabbed a wet towel and washed his face.
Francis marched her way through camp, murder in her eyes. Every centaur moved out of her way as she made her way to Jenkis’s tent. She went right in without knocking and grabbed Jenkis—who was folding a towel—by the neck and pushed him against the rock that served as a shelf. “How dare you let my little brother get hurt? How dare you.” She hissed at him.
Jenkis gasped for air and clawed at her hands with his good one. “T’s wasn’t so bad. I saved him.” He tried to breath, but found it difficult. “You should be thanking me.” His voice came out in a squeak.
“If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have these crazy ideas to jump over ravines! Or chase a charlkin from its cave! Or stomp on a mound of gorgles! He would be safe at camp and not run around with you like a maniac!” She yelled, infuriated. “You may be leader of the 7, but you will have to deal with me if my brother gets hurt one more time while on your watch.”
“Let go.” Jenkis squeaked, his face turning purple.
Francis pushed against his neck hard and then let go. She brought her hand back and then threw it forward with enough force to knock Jenkis backwards as it made contact with his jaw. There was a satisfying crunch of cartilage when her hand slid off his cheek and hit his nose. She turned around and stalked out of the tent. She heard him cursing Ixion as he repositioned his nose.
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Francis settled down onto her legs, preparing mentally and physically for the long meeting that was about to begin. Kegen was sitting next to her, playing with a piece of string. She looked up, startled, when she heard the voices of the other six of the 7 come into the tent. She glared at Jenkis as he stalked over, leading the group, to sit next to her. “The nerve.” She muttered, watching him sit down, out of the corner of her eye.
Jenkis smiled down at Francis and casually put his arm around her shoulders. She shook him off and threw him a killer look. “Ah, don’t be like that, sugar.” Jenkis said, wrapping his arm around her waist. She shoved away from him and wrapped her arms around her torso. “You know you are meant for us, so I don’t know why you fight it. Because you are the only girl in the 7, means you are going to have to choose. You know it. And I am the oldest guy you can choose from, and I am still three years younger than you.” He smiled angelically and made kissing noises at her.
“You’re….” Francis racked her brain for the right word, “disgusting. Revolting.” She stared straight out in front of her, not moving a muscle. “What if I like older men? Hmm? What are you going to do then?” She asked acidly, not meeting his eyes.
“You can’t mate them. You already know that. The laws say the female of the 7 must choose from the group. The group is us,” He gestured towards the line of centaurs sitting beside him, hitting and pinching each other playfully. “This is just between you and me, but personally, I think that I am probably your best choice.” He kissed her on the cheek and then got up to move down the row to sit between Draice and Tyu, two of the younger centaurs in the 7.
“Ugh, I hate him.” Francis mumbled, shivering.
“Huh, who?” Kegen looked up from his string to stare at Francis.
“Are you that unobservant?” Francis asked, fiddling with her bow.
“I don’t know.” Kegen said shamefully. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he wasn’t able to. An older centaur walked up into the center of the tent, followed by his advisers.
 x-Lucky_Noodle-x · Sat Jan 10, 2009 @ 06:58pm · 0 Comments |
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