Start of a new Thibor story (with a few cameos) - Now complete - epilogue added
09-08-2008, 06:54 PM
09-08-2008, 06:54 PM
Spacemage goggled. Her overlarge eyes seemed to stretch at
the edges, threatening to overflow her face. She shouldn't stare; she couldn't turn away. With every wet, slurping, sound, the tips of her ears
quivered slightly. With every slight grunt and groan her eyebrows roses, threatening to tear off of her face and go flying off to explore parts unknown without
her.
It was understandable.
It was not everyday you got to see someone drink from a fire
hose.
Successfully.
The average person trying to drink from a fire hose faired
very poorly indeed. Even at the lowest pressure the flow was too great. Lips would be bruised, or at worst, torn completely off, lungs choked by water,
nostrils split like they were stunt noses in Chinatown. None of that was happening.
Thibor Sawchyk had the nozzle of the fire hose tucked into
the corner of his mouth like it was the end of a particularly sadistic hookah. His elongated, lupine jaw clenched to hold it in place, the fur covered lump of
his Adam's apple bobbing up and down like a cork on the waves. With a final gulp he grasped the valve on the hose in one huge, clawed, hand, shutting off
the flow. He tossed the hose aside and cocked his head, as if considering a burp, but thinking better of it.
"MajorSawchyk sir, what are you doing?" Space
babbled in a stream, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Mission preparation." Thibor noted gruffly. Windy
Day was in the process of doing major renovations on the IST base and he was taking advantage of the Legendary's facilities. There were advantages. There
were also disadvantages. He could smell two of them coming down the hall.
"Big dog! Biiig dog!" Two catgirls appeared at the
door of the vehicle bay, did a double take, their fur rising alarming. Once pulled a bow out and aimed an arrow at him, while the other readied long claws. The
bow concerned him. A few dozen arrows in the right places would undo his preparation and turn him into the lupine equivalent of the Trevi fountain. It
wouldn't be more than an inconvenience, but it would put him behind schedule. While his operation plan had several contingencies in place for delay, he was
loathe to use them if it could be avoided. He wanted to be in Striga before sundown.
"NoNoNoNo!" Space Mage said quickly, waving her
hands about in gestures that could be taken as calming if they were not made at breakneck speed. "He's a good dog. Good dog."
She jumped into the air and hovered a few feet above the
ground, allowing her to vigorously pat Thibor's head.
"See. Good dog. Nice dog. Friendly
dog."
She was right on one of four counts, Thibor mused,
suppressing the urge to swat her across the room. Instead he wagged his tail vigorously, swatting Space Mage upside her pointed ears several times, forcing her
away from him.
Purrfect Scrapper and Purrfect archer seemed to take some
comfort from Space Mage's display and relaxed partially. The tension left the bowstring, and claws retracted into pads silently.
the edges, threatening to overflow her face. She shouldn't stare; she couldn't turn away. With every wet, slurping, sound, the tips of her ears
quivered slightly. With every slight grunt and groan her eyebrows roses, threatening to tear off of her face and go flying off to explore parts unknown without
her.
It was understandable.
It was not everyday you got to see someone drink from a fire
hose.
Successfully.
The average person trying to drink from a fire hose faired
very poorly indeed. Even at the lowest pressure the flow was too great. Lips would be bruised, or at worst, torn completely off, lungs choked by water,
nostrils split like they were stunt noses in Chinatown. None of that was happening.
Thibor Sawchyk had the nozzle of the fire hose tucked into
the corner of his mouth like it was the end of a particularly sadistic hookah. His elongated, lupine jaw clenched to hold it in place, the fur covered lump of
his Adam's apple bobbing up and down like a cork on the waves. With a final gulp he grasped the valve on the hose in one huge, clawed, hand, shutting off
the flow. He tossed the hose aside and cocked his head, as if considering a burp, but thinking better of it.
"MajorSawchyk sir, what are you doing?" Space
babbled in a stream, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Mission preparation." Thibor noted gruffly. Windy
Day was in the process of doing major renovations on the IST base and he was taking advantage of the Legendary's facilities. There were advantages. There
were also disadvantages. He could smell two of them coming down the hall.
"Big dog! Biiig dog!" Two catgirls appeared at the
door of the vehicle bay, did a double take, their fur rising alarming. Once pulled a bow out and aimed an arrow at him, while the other readied long claws. The
bow concerned him. A few dozen arrows in the right places would undo his preparation and turn him into the lupine equivalent of the Trevi fountain. It
wouldn't be more than an inconvenience, but it would put him behind schedule. While his operation plan had several contingencies in place for delay, he was
loathe to use them if it could be avoided. He wanted to be in Striga before sundown.
"NoNoNoNo!" Space Mage said quickly, waving her
hands about in gestures that could be taken as calming if they were not made at breakneck speed. "He's a good dog. Good dog."
She jumped into the air and hovered a few feet above the
ground, allowing her to vigorously pat Thibor's head.
"See. Good dog. Nice dog. Friendly
dog."
She was right on one of four counts, Thibor mused,
suppressing the urge to swat her across the room. Instead he wagged his tail vigorously, swatting Space Mage upside her pointed ears several times, forcing her
away from him.
Purrfect Scrapper and Purrfect archer seemed to take some
comfort from Space Mage's display and relaxed partially. The tension left the bowstring, and claws retracted into pads silently.