User blog:Colonel Procyon/The Epitaph of Colonel Procyon

Procyon listened to the loam and underbrush rustling behind him. Slowly, without turning around, he notched an arrow to his bow.
 * “Ah noo ‘tis yoo Adhera.” He stated flatly in his wide Northern accent. Sssssssssssthunk! The mountain hare turned faster than the eye could follow, firing his arrow all in one fluid movement. Adhera stood up from the bushes, a training sword in paw.
 * “Darn! You get me every time…” the mouse-maid grumbled as she brushed herself off, pulling the foxtail tipped practice arrow off of her clothing.
 * “We better head bauck.” Procyon decided, shouldering the long bow over his black tunic.


 * “Where did that daughter of mine get to?” Anglo asked no one in particular, “I couldn’t find her anywhere!”
 * “She went into the woods farther up shore.” Betria, Adhera’s mother, answered while cutting heads of cabbage to boil.
 * Anglo sighed, “Let me guess. With Procyon, right?”

She dipped her paws into some rose water, for she had finished cooking for the day,
 * “Yes, that’s right.”
 * “He better bring her back from training before sundown this time.” He muttered as he laid back in his armchair, drifting off into slumber. The sounds of Kotir settling down for the night echoed around the hallways of the mighty fortress. Little did the slumbering warriors of Kotir suspect that just outside awaited a very odd sort of enemy indeed.



Rastaban, a black mink, held the position of führer among the Phantom Storm legion. Comparatively unusual for his species, Rastaban possessed excessively lengthy claws and fangs; filed to a turn. The only weapons he ever carried with him were his two Pata’s and a Kris dagger (Yes, those are real weapons. Look them up on Wikipedia). He preferred to kill others using more natural weapons, more honorable. However this is not to say that he’s afraid to use weapons! Farthest from in fact.


 * ‘After all,’ he grinned wickedly, ‘how is one to be successful without being a little underhanded?’

Rastaban had marched his legion for three days straight, south, always south. Until they had finally reached their destination, the mighty fortress, Kotir!