|the Quest of Catmandu (standard:fantasy, 4479 words) [1/6] show all parts|
|Author: nightshade||Updated: Jun 07 2001||Views/Reads: 2814/1425||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|long after man has destroyed himself, the princess of the tiger clan begins a quest to bring peace to her world.|
The Quest Of Catmandu chapter 1 by nightshade and chris dahl She stood again in an unfamilar landscape, looking ahead at a thick cloud of mist as it swirled and advanced towards her at a slow crawl. The faceless one emerged once more. no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't put a face on the stranger, who attracted her nonetheless and caused deep-rooted intrigue. Her only way of indentifying him came when he turned and walked back into the mist. The pattern on his back was so odd and original for their people, that it was impossible to forget. The fat erratic stripe down his spine branched halfway, stretching up and out to touch each shoulder. The exact pattern was forever tattooed into her memory...almost as if it was meant to be, but why? This was only a dream. Or was it something else? Maybe... Her eyes opened and she was home. It was still dark out, by what she could see out of the cave mouth, but she doubted that she would have slept much longer anyway. She was still keyed up from the previous night's festivities and excited about the coming day. Tossing back her sleeping roll, she sat up and looked around at the sleeping bodies which were dimly lit by the glowing coals of last nights fire. Her night vision was in sharp focus, allowing her to get up and tip-toe through the dozing forms without stepping on anybody or making any noise. She stifled a yawn as she stepped into the pre-dawn air and her arms reached towards the sky. As she stretched, her back arched and her breasts heaved, motivating her system to wake further. Sprinting west from the camping area, she crossed about four hundred yards of cool grasses, shrubs and wild flowers on flat terrain, before navigating her way effortlessly down the gradual slope that led to the smooth flowing waters of the river that she had lived near since birth. Diving in, she splashed about and gulped the fresh, clear water to slake her morning thirst before sitting on the shallow waters of the bank to clean herself. She couldn't help but smile as she reflected on last night's feast and festivities. The jubilant moods of everyone there made it a most memorable night. With her bath done, the water on her body was shaken off, giving her thin body fur a bristled effect. No matter, she thought, it would smooth as it dried. On the way back to the camp, she caught the familiar scent of an observer, who was trying to practice stealth...yet again. It was her niece, and she smiled at knowing the child tried so hard. The young one was getting better, she thought. "Come on out Kaeten." she called. The little one emerged from behind a thick patch of bushes with a smile on her face. "Good morning, auntie Shae." "You're up early little cub." "I know auntie. I don't know why, but i just couldn't get back to sleep, so when i saw you sneak out, i decided to follow and practice stalking." "Well, you're getting better at it." Shae assured her. "Anyway, now that you found me, we'd better head back to camp and wake Parnak. Today's the big day." "Auntie Shae," Kaeten said. "Parnak was gone when i got up." "I should have noticed that myself." "Lynnar and uncle Faelix are up too." "Let's wake everybody else up as well then." Shae suggested. "That'll be fun." Kaeten giggled. The tiger clan's princess and future queen lost thought of her station in life, as her niece initiated a game of tag. They laughed and chased each other along the way back to camp. They noticed that the sky had lightened from black to blue in the east. Sunrise was coming soon and Shae could hardly wait. A short time later, the land turned to warm colors of red and yellow as the sun rose above the horizon, to signal the beginning of yet another day. A multitude of flowers and vegetation opened up to the light in greeting and danced and swayed with the breeze that accompanied it. The land of Catmandu was waking again. Click here to read the rest of this story (388 more lines)
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