Post by Aria on Nov 20, 2007 0:10:53 GMT -5
Yo! *holds up paw* I've had this chapter done for a while now, just been waitin' in the shadows for the right time to post it.
Setting: Medieval Times
Lucky, Cadpig, and Rolly undergo thier lives in the Dearly Kingdom. Action, Romance, Suspense...
...Will come soon. >:3 For now, enjoy the set-up chapters.
There may be a few cameos. There may not be. I just hope you enjoy.
“Take heart, Lucky.. It.. It could be plenty worse..” The meek and nasally voice tried to rise higher than the clang of buckets and other metals being smashed together. The plump pooch sat there on a bale of hay, his paws resting on knees as his face watched his long time friend and brother throw what could be described as a…temper tantrum. He winced as the slim suit of armor was smashed with the back of Lucky’s paw, an intentional blow though the other pup was instantly regretting it.
“Plenty worse!?” Lucky exclaimed viciously, nursing the most-likely bruising paw. “Rolly, it’s not fair. I’m plenty old enough to joust! Especially with The Gather so soon, and that… twisted snake entering!” He fumed.
Both young males were within the beast shelter; which belonged to Lucky’s steed, Captain. The horse glanced over at his rider, nickering in acknowledgement to his rider’s anger, but busily lowered his head to feed on the straw around his hooves.
Rolly, his forest green tunic stained with the many dinners and snacks he tended to shove into his gullet, brown pants long and equally stained by wiping his paws on them. There was also the smell of sweat and beasts on him, as he worked mainly with the horses, in the stables. His face wrinkled up at the mention of that certain pup Lucky loathed, though he couldn’t fight the shudder that ran through his form from fear.
His brother, whose appearance wasn’t nearly as disheveled, held no fear in his flashing eyes, but that constant rebellion which ran through his veins. It was clear his mind was clouded with many unpleasant thoughts. The bright blue of his tunic, practically new, made everything else look worn and dull in comparison. He was the first in line for the throne, Prince Lucky, of course he wouldn’t be sent to do hard labor.
Then again, Rolly thought to himself, he had chosen to work in the stables. When Lucky rose to take his place as King, his pudgy self would be whipped into shape and would be a Knight by that time. That’s the only reason he endured the constant labors of one who chose the path of a Squire. His Lord, amusingly enough, was his own brother who was standing there and was STILL fuming.
Lucky was already knighted, as was the custom for one who was to become His Highness. Even then, the young pup didn’t get the same privileges of those Knights who had moved their way through the ranks, with years and years of hard work.
Privileges, that Lucky had been denied just that morning.
“Well...Well maybe you shouldn’t have asked the King and Queen so soon? Maybe the day of The Gather would’ve been better…?” His voice faltered at the look Lucky gave him.
“Mother,” The trimmer pup said through gritted teeth, “And Father, both know I’m plenty capable of Jousting! I’ve done it a bunch of times! Sir Thunderbolt even said that I was just like him when he was my age!” Lucky’s chest swelled with unrestrained pride. His idle, Sir Thunderbolt, was one of King Pongo’s greatest allies, though the German shepherd was often in other kingdoms on business.
Despite the rumor that Sir Thunderbolt sought favor with more than just the King of the Dearly Kingdom. The fleeting thought that Misses Pongo had been unfaithful had rippled through the land... But, of course, those were just rumors…
Rolly shook his head, “You know who’s going to join the games, Luck. Y..Y’know… HE isn’t someone to sneeze at. Especially in combat.” The large-bellied pup shuddered.
“Oh come on, Rolly, you can at least say his NAME. It isn’t like that defiler is going to suddenly appear! He isn’t skilled in the arts of magic. He’s far too interested in staring at stars, and toying with the juices of plants.” Lucky snorted.
His brother sorely wished for a different subject, “Speaking of magic, how is Cadpig doing?” To an outsider, the question may be deemed as odd. But not between the family and immediate friends; it was common knowledge to those within the court that the smallest member of the Dearly kingdom was…gifted.
Her speculations of people were usually always correct, if not a bit exaggerated. At first everyone shrugged it off as a coincidence, but as the pups grew older, it was clear that magic had taken its hold on the female pup. Cadpig was now under the tutelage of the Kingdom’s Wizard, Oddy. There were… rumors around him as well. Never mind the fact that he was only a bit older than the other pups which cavorted within the castle walls…
Something about him mixing with the Dragon kind, though those folk had long gone to other continents, well away from the contact of knights. There were no longer unnecessary slaughters of that Scaly Lot, though battles between Dragon and Furre were usually misunderstandings.
Rumors or no, Oddy was a competent magic user. Fierce when needed, as well as patient, he took the bouncy pup under his wing… so to speak. Usually seen in his deep, blood red robes, he had the eager-to-learn Cadpig as his apprentice, and so far no fatalities had occurred.
At least, not yet. She was such an…enthusiastic girl, when it came to magic and learning.
‘Anymore ‘enthusiastic’, Rolly allowed his mind to wander, ‘And I’d still have two heads…’ He allowed his eyes to focus, realizing that his brother had said something, to which he hadn’t even heard.
“Huh?”
“Honestly Rolly, you’re my Squire! You’re supposed to be hanging onto my every word…” Lucky reprimanded, though a light humor coated his voice. “What were you thinking of?” His eyes gleamed mischievous, his anger momentarily forgotten. “Dinner, maybe?”
At the mention, Rolly’s expansive girth gave a rumble and they both laughed, though the pudgy pup had a light blush on his face afterwards.
Lucky gave a sigh, feeling a bit better just by venting, even if he tore up half of Captain’s stable in doing so. Bending down to pick up a horseshoe, he eyed his brother, “…I will joust, you know. Even if the King and Queen don’t know about it.”
And as his Squire, Rolly was bound to silence at any hints of a plan his knight, Lucky, told him. Just nodding, he wished desperately for some sort of distraction.
And it came, in the form of a bouncing ball of white and black, wearing light magenta robes. The lighter color would match Oddy’s well, and would deepen as Cadpig’s skill grew under his teachings. Skittering to a stop in front of her brother, she bounced in place. “Lucky… your aura is clearly… how shall I put this? …Out of whack.” She said, not very tactfully.
Her taller brother just grinned, giving a shrug and knocking the small wizard cap that was perched upon a head far too wide for it. “Gee, it’s so nice of the Wizarding Apprentice to visit her brother.” Though they had all shared a rather nice lunch together just the day before.
Cadpig became slightly flustered, stooping down to retrieve her hat and held it almost protectively to her lithe form. She was…dainty. That could be the word for it. Even the smallest robes seemed to hang off of her form, held tightly at a rope belt at her thin waist. “Well! Some of us are awfully busy, Lucky, and not throwing tantrums in the stables…” She replied smoothly, ignoring the blush on her older brother’s face.
Rolly grinned softly, happy to see his sister so unexpectedly. They were a funny lot, almost inceperable when duties to the kingdom allowed them all some break.
He was the middle when it came to height, but his thick frame was easily the heaviest, tight in any clothing given to him. Cadpig was the shortest, and easily the thinnest of all of them. Lucky, the strong and active Prince was in the best shape of them all. He was toned, not too heavy though not weak with the activities and training forced onto him. In fact, he was quite dashing. No wonder the ladies of the court swooned when he shot them courteous smiles…
...that, and the prospect of becoming the next Queen.
Snorting to himself, Rolly chuckled. Those girls didn’t have a chance; there was only one girl that held Lucky’s attention.
As if on cue, Cadpig suddenly piped up, “Maybe, since I’m so underappreciated…” She said coyly, a bit out of character for their otherwise busy and innocent sister, “I shouldn’t tell you who’s arrived at the gates two days early for The Gather.”
Three sets of ears perked up, as there was a sound of a heavy voice. Patch, also an apprentice, was manning the drums that day it would seem. He beat on them rhythmically, his voice calling out loudly. “The arrival of Princess Two-Tone and her Ladies in Waiting!” The drumming faultered, before he gave a sharp yip and began to beat faster, “All pay your respects! Honored Guests!”
Lucky’s tail instantly sprang to life, and any thought of his denial to joust was gone at the thought of meeting Princess Two-Tone. Well, they had met quite a bit before, but it had been how long since her corination from Lady to Princess? He sprang up, brushing his pristine tunic clean of imaginary dirt, his stance straight and powerful. A young Prince, out to meet a Princess of his fancy, if ever there was one.
Rolly and Cadpig shared a knowing glance.
“You do realize, he’s going to be useless until the Gather is over?”
The overweight youth lifted himself, brushing off his rump to discard any hay, “Oh, I know… But let ‘im have his fun. I mean…” He leaned down and into his sister’s ear, “At least he’ll stop moping.”
“Hey you two! Cut that whispering! We have an honored guest!” Lucky snapped with the authority he usually took on when acting as his rank. Inhaling deeply so that his strong chest was stretching his tunic, he marched out rather impressively towards the Castle.
Both of his siblings looked after him, Cadpig’s eyebrow arched in amusement
“Utterly useless.”
“M’yep.”
But there were little objection as they humored their swollen-headed brother, following him out to take part in welcoming Princess Two-Tone to the Dearly Kingdom.
Setting: Medieval Times
Lucky, Cadpig, and Rolly undergo thier lives in the Dearly Kingdom. Action, Romance, Suspense...
...Will come soon. >:3 For now, enjoy the set-up chapters.
There may be a few cameos. There may not be. I just hope you enjoy.
“Take heart, Lucky.. It.. It could be plenty worse..” The meek and nasally voice tried to rise higher than the clang of buckets and other metals being smashed together. The plump pooch sat there on a bale of hay, his paws resting on knees as his face watched his long time friend and brother throw what could be described as a…temper tantrum. He winced as the slim suit of armor was smashed with the back of Lucky’s paw, an intentional blow though the other pup was instantly regretting it.
“Plenty worse!?” Lucky exclaimed viciously, nursing the most-likely bruising paw. “Rolly, it’s not fair. I’m plenty old enough to joust! Especially with The Gather so soon, and that… twisted snake entering!” He fumed.
Both young males were within the beast shelter; which belonged to Lucky’s steed, Captain. The horse glanced over at his rider, nickering in acknowledgement to his rider’s anger, but busily lowered his head to feed on the straw around his hooves.
Rolly, his forest green tunic stained with the many dinners and snacks he tended to shove into his gullet, brown pants long and equally stained by wiping his paws on them. There was also the smell of sweat and beasts on him, as he worked mainly with the horses, in the stables. His face wrinkled up at the mention of that certain pup Lucky loathed, though he couldn’t fight the shudder that ran through his form from fear.
His brother, whose appearance wasn’t nearly as disheveled, held no fear in his flashing eyes, but that constant rebellion which ran through his veins. It was clear his mind was clouded with many unpleasant thoughts. The bright blue of his tunic, practically new, made everything else look worn and dull in comparison. He was the first in line for the throne, Prince Lucky, of course he wouldn’t be sent to do hard labor.
Then again, Rolly thought to himself, he had chosen to work in the stables. When Lucky rose to take his place as King, his pudgy self would be whipped into shape and would be a Knight by that time. That’s the only reason he endured the constant labors of one who chose the path of a Squire. His Lord, amusingly enough, was his own brother who was standing there and was STILL fuming.
Lucky was already knighted, as was the custom for one who was to become His Highness. Even then, the young pup didn’t get the same privileges of those Knights who had moved their way through the ranks, with years and years of hard work.
Privileges, that Lucky had been denied just that morning.
“Well...Well maybe you shouldn’t have asked the King and Queen so soon? Maybe the day of The Gather would’ve been better…?” His voice faltered at the look Lucky gave him.
“Mother,” The trimmer pup said through gritted teeth, “And Father, both know I’m plenty capable of Jousting! I’ve done it a bunch of times! Sir Thunderbolt even said that I was just like him when he was my age!” Lucky’s chest swelled with unrestrained pride. His idle, Sir Thunderbolt, was one of King Pongo’s greatest allies, though the German shepherd was often in other kingdoms on business.
Despite the rumor that Sir Thunderbolt sought favor with more than just the King of the Dearly Kingdom. The fleeting thought that Misses Pongo had been unfaithful had rippled through the land... But, of course, those were just rumors…
Rolly shook his head, “You know who’s going to join the games, Luck. Y..Y’know… HE isn’t someone to sneeze at. Especially in combat.” The large-bellied pup shuddered.
“Oh come on, Rolly, you can at least say his NAME. It isn’t like that defiler is going to suddenly appear! He isn’t skilled in the arts of magic. He’s far too interested in staring at stars, and toying with the juices of plants.” Lucky snorted.
His brother sorely wished for a different subject, “Speaking of magic, how is Cadpig doing?” To an outsider, the question may be deemed as odd. But not between the family and immediate friends; it was common knowledge to those within the court that the smallest member of the Dearly kingdom was…gifted.
Her speculations of people were usually always correct, if not a bit exaggerated. At first everyone shrugged it off as a coincidence, but as the pups grew older, it was clear that magic had taken its hold on the female pup. Cadpig was now under the tutelage of the Kingdom’s Wizard, Oddy. There were… rumors around him as well. Never mind the fact that he was only a bit older than the other pups which cavorted within the castle walls…
Something about him mixing with the Dragon kind, though those folk had long gone to other continents, well away from the contact of knights. There were no longer unnecessary slaughters of that Scaly Lot, though battles between Dragon and Furre were usually misunderstandings.
Rumors or no, Oddy was a competent magic user. Fierce when needed, as well as patient, he took the bouncy pup under his wing… so to speak. Usually seen in his deep, blood red robes, he had the eager-to-learn Cadpig as his apprentice, and so far no fatalities had occurred.
At least, not yet. She was such an…enthusiastic girl, when it came to magic and learning.
‘Anymore ‘enthusiastic’, Rolly allowed his mind to wander, ‘And I’d still have two heads…’ He allowed his eyes to focus, realizing that his brother had said something, to which he hadn’t even heard.
“Huh?”
“Honestly Rolly, you’re my Squire! You’re supposed to be hanging onto my every word…” Lucky reprimanded, though a light humor coated his voice. “What were you thinking of?” His eyes gleamed mischievous, his anger momentarily forgotten. “Dinner, maybe?”
At the mention, Rolly’s expansive girth gave a rumble and they both laughed, though the pudgy pup had a light blush on his face afterwards.
Lucky gave a sigh, feeling a bit better just by venting, even if he tore up half of Captain’s stable in doing so. Bending down to pick up a horseshoe, he eyed his brother, “…I will joust, you know. Even if the King and Queen don’t know about it.”
And as his Squire, Rolly was bound to silence at any hints of a plan his knight, Lucky, told him. Just nodding, he wished desperately for some sort of distraction.
And it came, in the form of a bouncing ball of white and black, wearing light magenta robes. The lighter color would match Oddy’s well, and would deepen as Cadpig’s skill grew under his teachings. Skittering to a stop in front of her brother, she bounced in place. “Lucky… your aura is clearly… how shall I put this? …Out of whack.” She said, not very tactfully.
Her taller brother just grinned, giving a shrug and knocking the small wizard cap that was perched upon a head far too wide for it. “Gee, it’s so nice of the Wizarding Apprentice to visit her brother.” Though they had all shared a rather nice lunch together just the day before.
Cadpig became slightly flustered, stooping down to retrieve her hat and held it almost protectively to her lithe form. She was…dainty. That could be the word for it. Even the smallest robes seemed to hang off of her form, held tightly at a rope belt at her thin waist. “Well! Some of us are awfully busy, Lucky, and not throwing tantrums in the stables…” She replied smoothly, ignoring the blush on her older brother’s face.
Rolly grinned softly, happy to see his sister so unexpectedly. They were a funny lot, almost inceperable when duties to the kingdom allowed them all some break.
He was the middle when it came to height, but his thick frame was easily the heaviest, tight in any clothing given to him. Cadpig was the shortest, and easily the thinnest of all of them. Lucky, the strong and active Prince was in the best shape of them all. He was toned, not too heavy though not weak with the activities and training forced onto him. In fact, he was quite dashing. No wonder the ladies of the court swooned when he shot them courteous smiles…
...that, and the prospect of becoming the next Queen.
Snorting to himself, Rolly chuckled. Those girls didn’t have a chance; there was only one girl that held Lucky’s attention.
As if on cue, Cadpig suddenly piped up, “Maybe, since I’m so underappreciated…” She said coyly, a bit out of character for their otherwise busy and innocent sister, “I shouldn’t tell you who’s arrived at the gates two days early for The Gather.”
Three sets of ears perked up, as there was a sound of a heavy voice. Patch, also an apprentice, was manning the drums that day it would seem. He beat on them rhythmically, his voice calling out loudly. “The arrival of Princess Two-Tone and her Ladies in Waiting!” The drumming faultered, before he gave a sharp yip and began to beat faster, “All pay your respects! Honored Guests!”
Lucky’s tail instantly sprang to life, and any thought of his denial to joust was gone at the thought of meeting Princess Two-Tone. Well, they had met quite a bit before, but it had been how long since her corination from Lady to Princess? He sprang up, brushing his pristine tunic clean of imaginary dirt, his stance straight and powerful. A young Prince, out to meet a Princess of his fancy, if ever there was one.
Rolly and Cadpig shared a knowing glance.
“You do realize, he’s going to be useless until the Gather is over?”
The overweight youth lifted himself, brushing off his rump to discard any hay, “Oh, I know… But let ‘im have his fun. I mean…” He leaned down and into his sister’s ear, “At least he’ll stop moping.”
“Hey you two! Cut that whispering! We have an honored guest!” Lucky snapped with the authority he usually took on when acting as his rank. Inhaling deeply so that his strong chest was stretching his tunic, he marched out rather impressively towards the Castle.
Both of his siblings looked after him, Cadpig’s eyebrow arched in amusement
“Utterly useless.”
“M’yep.”
But there were little objection as they humored their swollen-headed brother, following him out to take part in welcoming Princess Two-Tone to the Dearly Kingdom.