Stories


Sheep!!! They arrive in the night all gloopy and weak, But are soon hopping round, Of course, they are sheep. The rarest of all is the green sheep of nod, It leaps and it bounds and it eats all your grass, Its cunning and quick, None but a few see through all its tricks. It hides in the grass, Waiting till you've passed, Then it peeps checking that no one is there. It jumps. then runs, its gone in a flash. If you see it and catch it your luckier than I, For I've tried and tried and decided to dye, A white sheep green then ill just catch that, I'll feel better. The sheep wont though. By the Tiby

The Spear:
By Arinos

   One night Scrud and I were sitting down telling stories about the stars in my office in the guild. These are constellations that are in the night sky there. This one, "The Spear", you can't miss. - Ari


There were once two young furres, very much in love. She was a the daughter of a merchant and he was an officer in the king's court.

Of all the young women in the kingdom, she was the most desirable. She could do anything - or so it seemed. She was beautiful and fair and sweet and raging passion all rolled in to one raven haired beauty.

He was a brave and valiant soldier who had seen his share of battles. He was most famous for a battle in which he hit an enemy so hard with a lance that his enemies head came clean away... (DC'd)

He lead men who were fearless and had never lost to any furre or beast. But he was soft spoken and kind, and generous as well - all good qualities in a man.

They met at a dance on the day of her 16th birthday. But her father would not allow them to court because he felt she was too young. In reality, he held her as bait for the king's son, to gain interest and power in the court.

In secret, the officer sent her sealed notes filled with yearning and love and all the things a girl's heart wants at that age and while she didn't dare write him back for fear her father would find out - she would give the messenger a flower as a response.

Each time the messenger came back with a flower, the officer would carefully dry it and put it away along with a measure of his gold - as savings to pay for his intended bride as surely the merchant would agree if he brought enough gold...

After many months of this, they were deeply in love and one day the officer wrote to tell her of his plans to come and make her his bride - of the money he has saved for this day - and of the hopes and dreams he had of the future with her.

But as it happened, she was due to a ball at the castle and so she missed the messenger when he came that night. Instead, her father lead her under the Prince's nose, always close, but also far unless some petty demand was met. His planned worked and the Prince soon became interested in her for himself.

At the end of the evening, the Prince bade his father to announce his engagement to the raven haired lass and, as the announcement was made, and the crowd gasped at the news, the girl wretches herself away from her father and the horrible prince to try to find her love!

As you can imagine, this caused quite a Cinderella type drama. The crowd scattered as the prince went after her. The guards were sent scurrying to find her. And, while she never lost her shoe, she ran like a wild horse through the streets crying out for the love of her life.

She ran and ran - out into the countryside calling for her love! Tears streamed down her cheeks and her white gown became spattered with dirt and leaves. Still she ran, out into the night, through the forest and into the swamps near the sea. Luckily, the castle guards were not very fast. They were used to standing - not running and the prince even fell away from her as she flew - but that meant too that when she reached the swamp, she was fairly alone.

Fortunately, with all the commotion, the messenger who had been sent with the letter from her love had heard her cries on his way back to deliver the unread note and he dashes quick as he could to the officer's home on the outskirts of town. There was no time to lose! He quickly told the tale of the girl's cries and told the officer that the girl had run into the woods and before he could catch his breath, the officer picked up his lance and left at full gallop on a heavy black steed...

The girl's voice was so far off that he was frantic to reach her - but his steed knew the mind of his master and ran faster than ever down into the wood, flying through the twists and turns always pointed, like the spear toward the sound of a girl's cries. They surely would catch her. Around a bend, down a hill, over a log and another turn they flew on but the sound of the girl turned shrill and her scream drew new terror into the officer's heart for the cry he heard then was not despair, but sheer abject horror.

The horse and rider was but a streak in the night, as speed picked up even faster. Another shriek, and a thousand demons of what it could be flew through his mind as the officer tried to rescue his love from something unknown lurking in the swamp. All at once, the answer was before him - black and wet, splotching with squishy nightmarish flesh, a towering demon held his love by the throat, gleaming with a wicked eye as the officer arrived.

As if on cue, the horse went from comet to stone in the blink of an eye! And in it's haste to stop short of the demon beast, the officer flew from his saddle. In desperation, the officer lobbed his spear at the demon as he was flying head over heels. He was so desperate that his will seemed to guide that spear and it hit, dead on, strait and true through the swamp demon's heart. With a gasp, the demon dropped the girl unharmed and crumpled where he stood...

In that moment, still flying in that sickening slow motion panic that wills time to stand still his heart was filled with joy at seeing the head of his spear protruding from the crumpled creature and then... his body hit a rock protruding from the ground, knocking the life from him.

His love, terrified and weeping ran to him and threw herself down on his broad chest and wailed. She cursed the Primes and swore she would forever be evil if they allowed such a good furre to die. So passionate was she in her promises to be the most vile should they let this come to pass, that They Heard!!!

It was Beekin who arrived there in the swamp. He lifted her face and looked at her with such love and pity that she was frozen then with fear! She tried to take back the words that she'd screamed, but her throat was locked and she could not utter a word. It was Beekin who took pity on her and placed his hands on the body of her love and revived him without a word.

And when the officer had risen, Beekin smiled at the young lady and took her hand in his. She was filled with remorse and terrible, terrible shame and guilt for such an outburst. She fell to her knees and wished with all her heart that she could take back her words and her curse. Beekin knew all of this as he read her heart.

Her curse, he said had been simple - take him from me and I shall be the wickedest furre known to take a breath and shall curse the primes forever with my wickedness done in their names - it was a horrible thing to say. And yet - here he was, the officer now alive - not taken from her. Beekin smiled and simply said that such a kind and graceful lady should not be lost to evil. But to remind furres of that night, he put some stars in the heavens - the officer's spear to show what will can accomplish given it's might, and the single bright star to show compassion for those who may lose their way and curse you in their passion.