User blog:Selound/Tyde

On the grassy hills of Vanity, the great sun of summer glowed brightly in its royal skies of blue. The lazy buzzing of bees hummed in the vast patches of summer flowers. Birds of many flew and sang happily in the cloudless sky. The light warm summer breeze blew a vixen's cape like a seasoned warrior. The vixen kept her keen eyes upon a castle in a great distance. Though it looked small: it was huge up close. The tan vixen's torn turquoise cape blew behind her. Her bright blue eyes shone of great skill and slyness. She was on a mission for revenge. Behind her was a band of dirty, savage and, nasty vermin. This included a few stoats, some weasels, a couple rats, and several ferrets. They all wore ripped and stained up clothes that have seen better years. Their weapons were rusty and well worn. Battle scarred as they were, they still proved fatal. Along side the vermin where six small young vermin. They were chained to a rusty chain line. They arranged from the age of four to nine years old. They weren't like the others: they were had no evil in them at all. Their parents had raised them to be woodlanders and lived the woodlander way. However, their captors did not. They were disgusted at the way these young ones were treated like goodbeasts. As all vermin know: you can take the vermin from the evil but you can't take the evil from the vermin. The band of vermin are not slavers though. They simply came to "save" the children from being "brainwashed" by the woodbeasts. They travel from tree to tree to find any young good vermin. To where they take them is unknown and will remain that way.

The vixen (who was the leader) exhaled a harsh sigh. Life of revenge was all that mattered to her. This wasn't the first time she has been on a mission like this. Many years past, when she was only a child, she ran along with a slave band lead by Slagar the Cruel. She had always admired the task as much as she admired Slagar. Still, she found it hard to keep a secret crush on the fox. She had always found Slagar to be a great leader, but his heart was to another vixen. The vixen's name was Roseblood, who was Slagar's mate. The small teen vixen looked up to Roseblood (Rose for short) as a mother and always followed her around like a baby chick. But she was always yelled at by a female rat named Daz, who always scolded her for being friends with Rose. Daz obviously hated Rose and wanted her to disappear. Well one December, Rose gave birth to Slagar's first born cub. The cub was a beautiful vixen named Selound (named after her grandma and her father). This made Daz and her mate (who's name was Baluse) very mad. They grew mad because earlier, when Slagar became leader, he promised the rats that their baby son, Vitch, would be the next leader after Slagar died. But that ended when Selound was born. After Selound's birth, Roseblood died from an illness she caught when she was pregnant. Well the rats did their dirty work and Selound was abandoned. She was later raised by three woodlanders: a badger and two squirrels. Slagar had been totally brainwashed and never knew his daughter until 14 years later. The tan vixen was shocked after Roseblood's death, but she shortly forgot and went on with the slaving business. But the slavers were later left to kill each other after Slagar betrayed them. The young vixen was the only survivor. She was badly maimed and a grip of vengeance formed in her young mind. She grew up with a vengeance against the one who betrayed her and left her to die: Slagar the Cruel.

The vixen grinned as that word echoed in her mind. Oh how she hated him; she hated him enough to where she went insane. She knew all of tricks and skills that she learned while working for Slagar. She closed her eyes and heard footpaws approaching her. "What is it Stixfang" she said in a frustrated tone. Stixfang stopped a paw's length away from where the vixen stood. His odd spaced-out looking eyes stared at her with a piercing gaze. When he spoke, it sounded like a faded and tired whisper. "I have leaded you to where you want to go. This is the end of how far my territory stretches. Hopefully you won't have a limited amount of captives next time" he said rather sternly. The vixen fixed him with a frosty glare. She bared her fangs at the possum's statement. She gave a low growl. "If you were so concerned about how many we captured then you should have done it yourself, possum" she said in a dangerous whisper. Stixfang didn't look at all surprised. He stayed the same; not taking in the fox's warning hiss. He spat on the ground near the fox's foot. His face remained a blank expression. The vixen looked disgusted at the possum. Still, if she would have snapped and injured the possum, she would have no transport the next round. She brushed her headfur calmly. "Alrighty, I must continue on my way" she said with a crafty grin on her face. Stixfang turned away from the vixen then went back the opposite direction. The vixen then turned her gaze back to the distant figure of the castle. The thought of revenge buzzed in her thoughts. She turned then faced her band and captives. She grinned slyly. "Come on, lazy guts, keep movin'!" she commanded. The band was on the move once more. As they moved, the vixen said quietly to herself; "That masked fox will pay for what he did to Enisccay the Dreadful!!”