That'll do it. My thoughts floated around, as I glanced out the window again.
I sighed, daydreams slowly forming, full of growing wings and stuff like that.
-- but that was before I felt a hands on my arms and the tell-tale feeling (oh c'mon, for me it was shut up) of being dragged somewhere against my will befell me and my innocent nature of sightseeing and
what the hell! "What do you guys what!? I already told you I ain't--"
"Goin' nowhere, yeah blah blah blah you've got precious time blah blah you're needed elsewhere blah blah orphans blah blah blah. We know Kikipie. We just don't care for the trillionth time." The voices of two of the beefiest guys for teenagers you'll ever meet cut me off. No seriously, squirroids much? Anyway I growled and trashed and clung to furniture and trees and anything else that might get lucky if it happened to save me right about now.
And after awhile, I growled before crossing my arms in passive-agression, now being carried over SwartzeSquirrel's boulder shoulder. They laughed either way (sadistic bastards).
"Look Kikipie, did you really think you could avoid this? You've known for a few days now that you're supposed to be the messenger to the Canine Tribes for us," my friend (did that word mean
nothing to anybody nowadays!?), Genji said.
"Yeah, Kikers. Big Furry ain't gonna like it if you keep him waiting," Ryu added, ever the eloquent. "Good thing--"
"I REFUSE! If you guys let me go I promise, maybe on a 2% chance in 90 years or so, I'll give you guys all the sexual favors you'll wa--"
There was a hush, a cough, something of a
not-surprised silence, and a familiar glare behind me. About then I had to freeze because I think that we were...
"We're so there aren't we?"
"Yeah, Kiki, yeah."
"Dead furry walkin, yeah?"
"Shut up!""Kikioriand'r!" Came a mixture of my traditional name and anger and just a pinch of
your BS is not worth my time. "Kikioriand'r. Come."
Faaantastic, was my only thought at the moment. Really what else could I think? Here we were in the meeting hall of the Squirrel Clan. The village's adults and anyone else who's important all seated around the middle, where the meeting itself was taking place. Basically all the village elders (heyyy Grandpa, I avoided eye-contact) were seated at a huge table where at the head, yup, sat head hancho, The mister All-Revel-In-My-Shiny-Importance Squirrel Avatar.
What can I say about this guy? He was everything the village stood for and more. The Squirrel Avatar was someone you didn't wanna mess with that was sure. Yeah sure, the squirrels in the war didn't matter much (we were wanted more for our speed in fighting instead of strength) and people even came with little or none fear for the worst when they visited our humble little village, but that was always taken back the second they saw the guy. He was big. Tall, muscular, regal looking, and hella battle-worn. Even if we hadn't had a war since a long while, the Avatar looked as if he were prepared for the worst.
Seems he's not too far off, from what I know.
Anyway there he was, standing now a few feet away from the table. Arms crossed. Stern but a weird warmth of a look on his face as he waited for me.
And I did. Sort of.
I trudged along, dragging myself, after letting out a quite groan, cursing slightly about two tards behind me, and finally I made it in front of him. Like looking up a mountain, I leaned back and waited for my punishment... again.
---
"Nuts! I can't believe he remembered! Man..."
And step by step by heavy step, a scroll in my side satchel, snacks in my pockets, things an up and coming Squirrel Avataressness lady person would need, I hiked closer and closer to the Canine's Village.
I, messenger for the Squirrel Village, needed the AOK for the Canine's assistance for the Squirrel tribes in case of ties totally breaking between the East and West. Pfft, good thing we've all gotten past that
'Oh look a ball of fur with legs! WOOF WOOF WOOF!' thing. Evolution and social establishment was always a kickass thing, y'know.