Drolgans

Worse than Drolgans were the large rat like creaturesm called Balrigans. Their hide was thick and nearly inpenetrable by beast or man made weaponry. Their temper was as sharp as thier enormous teeth. Their eyesight left much to be desired, but these creatures had brains. They tended to run in packs of three femalse and a male. Their packs needn't be large for they were as tall as an ox.

Llhassa moved forward swaying fluidly thorugh the grass before her. It parted like a green sea and sighed at her passing. The rain subsided with a protesting grumble of thunder in the distance. A cool breeze caressed Llhassa as she made her way to the forest. Its hands of wind brushed over her quicksilver fur lovingly.

A deep roar came from just up ahead. She could hear the burning rage in waves as the growl dissappaited *spelling I know!!!!*. Standing still as death Llhassa waited for an ambush, her ears pricked forward and alert, her muscles tense and ready for flight or fight if need be. Her ears picked up on tiny growls, yips, and hisses that made up the Jarouri language. She knew there had to be at least tow Jarouri up ahead of her. Mufled human speech came to her ears and she knew that she must act. The Jarourio were probably torturing an innocent mortal.

Llhassa

The grass just below her paws smelled sweet and wet. She shook herself releasing thousands of tiny moons twinkling into the grass where they blinked out one by one as the water drops made their way to the ground. Raigan was dead. Their pack was disbanded. NOw she was no longer safe in the cliffs, on the grasslands, nor anywhere.
As was custom once a pack's leader had died wether from natural causes or otherwise they must disband. The females would normally come together in order to be most protected against their enemies. The males on the other hand would fight over the group of females or go their seperate ways. The females of her pack would come together for protection especially at this time of year so close to the time of snow and ice. the males would duke it out for leadership.
Even before the first fight broke out she already knew the leader would be the ruthless Gaigin. Gaigin tall as a mountain and stronger than anything she'd ever seen. He was however cruel, and most unattractive to her. He would goad her into returning to the newly formed pack, but Llhassa would have none of it. She would instead brave the Jarouri in the forest. They wouldn't have total dominion over all of the vast forest. Their numbers were far greater than those of the luarzi, though the luarzi were gaining ground thanks to Gaigin and his lackies, but the forest was larger than both species could ocupy. The only reason the Luarzi aren't in the foest is because once you get farther into it the more eccentric and dangerous it became.
Drolgans and Balrigans occupied much of the edge of the forest making it hard for the Jaruori to stay alive muchless create more life. Llhassa had seen the large scaly Drolgans that resembled toads. They might look stupid, which they were, and harmless, but those creatures had teeth the size of a Jarouri's claws and the eyes of an eagle. It was no wonder why her ancesters had instisted upon their tribe staying out of the forest instead choosing to live within the mountain range full of hidden dangers of cliffs, snow,ect.

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Hello tis me again.

well I have timt to rant and actaully post a little on my new novel that I will keep up on. I swear it * vows in blood*!!!!!!

well here's a sneek peek!!!

Midnight rain pelted her back, sliding off as if her sleek coat were really made of silver. Breath steamed from her nostrils with each exhale casting a magical mist about her. she flowed down the almost sheer cliff, her muscles moving with fluid grace causing her to seem like quicksilver in the moonlight. Her eyes, two iridescent orbs of blue light swayed too and fro in the night, hunting for the unknown and danger.
Low and mournful a howl rolled over the grasslands just below her paws. Her ears silver tipped with a tuft of black fur twitched into attention sending drops of moisture raining below. Hidden within the long mournful howl was a message. A message that only comes when one has lost all hope. Tears slid down her furry cheeks making tracks in her already moist fur. The rain washed them away as soon as they made their way to her muzzle.
Raigan, leader of the Mazaimori clan had contracted the mysterious disease that would as she had just learned kill him from none other than a Luarzi's mortal enemy the Jarouri. Jarouri, a race of leopard that coule transform into a human like creature with the abilities of its kind, had for as long as Llhassa had known been out to harm their race. They inhabited the misty forest on the other side of the vast Grasslands now infront of her.


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I know I know that's not nearly enough, but I have to go to class and I have no time to finish the paragraph. I'll post more later today I promise. .. .

c-ko

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C-ko here! just thought I'd start a blog for the hallibut ( Alter egos: Oh good one *sarcatsic*)
Yeah well it's better than yours!!!!!

anyhoo I guess I should tell a little about myself huh? AE: Ya think? *sacractic*
SHUT UP!!!! ( glares at alter egos and threatens them with dog doo on a stick)

I'm your average college student studying to be a nurse.
well not really I am a writer, artist, and singer in my free time.

you can find most of my work on fictionpress.net thought most of it is from way back when and I have moved on to work on better novels that actually make sense and are entertaining and don't have so many run on sentences as this blog does, but you know it all works. . .

well I really should get to work now. MAybe I'll post some of my work up here . . .

c-ko