Zutora

@hybridlore

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Like I said, it’s sort of a rough draft, but yeah my bro mentioned being interested in writing, so we just immediately began planning a book… Which turned into a trilogy XD. We’re working on a bunch of intros right now, because there are… *counts on fingers*… eight fairly even POVs in the first book, seven in the second book, and a I think nine in the third book- which is definitely more than I’ve ever done. We split them evenly between each other but that may change as time goes on.

Alright!! I’m so glad you liked it!! 😁

I think either Klayden or Zeniya’s intro will be next, depending on editing, so that should be cool. 😉

@hybridlore @whoever-else

Alright, I finished a couple chapters! I may have Freya’s done by tonight, too, but I’m not really sure yet.

 

Here’s Zeniya’s:

The sun beat down mercilessly on the Wileny Plains, pulling water out of the ground and the air and drawing sweat to the surface of Zeniya’s fur. She panted, tongue lolling out of her mouth. A warm body rested on her back, a tiny black-furred Vulpes even smaller than she was.

Carefully, she lowered herself to the ground, bracing all four paws. Then, gently, she lifted her brother and set him on the ground. He blinked up at her with yellow eyes, shining orbs in a sea of soft black fur.

“Drink,” he said, rolling over to bat at her tail with clumsy paws, still a little too large for his small body.

She sighed, pointed ears drooping. “I know. I’m sorry, Jax, but we don’t have anything.”

The little fox squinted at her, his tail flicking. “Drink,” he whined. “Neck dry.”

“Throat,” Zeniya corrected, her heart sinking a little farther. “And I know you need it. I’m doing my best.”

Jax rested his chin on his paws with a soft whimper. “‘Kay, Niya.” She winced as he curled up on a patch of grass, ribs showing through his fur, and flicked his tail over his nose. He closed his eyes, running his sandpaper tongue over his teeth. “Nap.”

“Night-night, Jax,” Zeniya said, as lightly as she could. He was too innocent to be living like this. She set her jaw. She would make sure he found a good life if it killed her.

Yellowed grass seemed to stretch out for miles around them. Jax’s breaths grew more even, and she made a nest of grass around him. His chest rumbled with contentment. At least now he was comfortable.

All she wanted to do was to lay down beside him and at least rest her eyes. But she needed to find some kind of food, or even the smallest trickle of water. It wasn’t just Jax who had grown thin; the lack of food had taken its toll on her as well.

Her eyelids drooped, and she blinked rapidly to keep them open. The sun bared down, its rays sapping her energy. They needed rain, if only a small cloud, to come and bring water, and draw burrowing prey out of hiding. Her stomach growled fiercely, and her brother’s stomach echoed the noise. She would slip away, just for a few minutes, and find something to eat. He would be fine for a little while.

Making sure the grass stood tall enough to hide Jax, she set off, sniffing the air. The only real scent she could find was that of dry, cracked earth. She nosed through the high patches of grass. Once a beetle buzzed angrily, flying up out of the tall blades. She ate it in one snap of her jaws, swallowing quickly, but still a bitter taste flooded her mouth. She resisted the urge to gag and went on, intent on finding something better for Jax.

The only small advantage to being in the Wileny Plains was that here, the Vulpes were more spread out. She and Jax had only encountered a few so far, and they’d been fairly friendly. If they were in the Rambler’s Desert, where the other Vulpes lived, there would be more competition for food. Then again, even in the desert there was more food than in the plains.

Zeniya knew she could never make the journey to the desert, even without Jax tagging along. If she did, she would be an outsider, and would most likely be as hungry as she was now.  The long swim in between the spiraling land would be impossible; she would have to take a looping journey around the continent, filled with dangers of the war between the other races. And she knew with Jax’s life on the line, none of that was worth the risk.

Finally, mercifully, she caught a mouse scurrying towards a hole in the ground. Her claws caught it by the tail before it could disappear, and, resisting the urge to eat it herself, she carried it back to Jax. She nudged his ear with a paw, and he swatted at her, mumbling in his sleep.

“Jax! Jax, I brought you something.”
He blinked his eyes open and jumped up, eyes shining. “Rat!”

“Mouse, but yes-”
Jax sank his teeth into the mouse and lay down, his tail flicking happily and his ears perking up. Zeniya looked away as he ate, trying in vain to stop her stomach from growling. Birds with long necks and wickedly sharp beaks circled high above them, as if taunting them. They were scavengers, waiting for she and Jax to die so they could eat.

Looking closer, she noticed that even the ugly birds looked thinner than usual. They were probably desperate enough to come after them, maybe even awake. She felt guilty for ever leaving Jax alone under their withering gazes.

Finally, oblivious to the birds, Jax looked up from the mouse and cocked his tiny head at her.

“Niya want mouse?”

She frowned, watching the sky warily. “You keep it. You need to eat.”

“Jax did eat.” He pushed the remaining half of the mouse towards her.

She shook her head. “Go on, just take it. I’m not hungry.”

He wrinkled his nose at her. “Jax not hungry. Niya eat mouse.”

Realizing she wasn’t going to win the argument, Zeniya took the mouse and finished it off. Jax watched her until she was done, then nodded, apparently satisfied. He jumped back into his little nest of grass and pawed at it, flattening out the grass in the center. “Niya, here.”

She stepped in, curling around him, and rested a paw over his small form. He smiled and buried his tiny face in her tail. Just a short rest, she thought, glancing up at the sky. And only when they’re gone. Then on to Phoenrey.

The birds continued to spin lazy circles around the two Vulpes. Zeniya fought back a few yawns until she was unable to resist the urge of sleep. She closed her eyes, forgetting the danger, and dreamed of a desert rolling with dunes. Small lizards sunned themselves on flat rocks sticking up out of the sand. It was hotter there, and her black fur soaked up the sun like a sponge soaks up water.

The birds circled even in her dreams, always watching her and Jax.

Waiting for them to die.

 

And Norok:

Norok dove into the cold dark waters surrounding the Wysp Islands. His thick tail beat the water behind him as he plunged far into the depths of the sea, his dark gray-green scales keeping out most of the cold. Transparent eyelids and keen vision allowed him to see in the near pitch-blackness.

He gripped the circlet in his claws, holding it close to his chest. If he could just melt it down, it would be unrecognizable. He could sell it at the market. Then, he could walk around like a noble for a little while, until he was recognized. After that, it would be back to his caves, exiled yet again despite his well thought out disguise.  It was an exciting cycle, but by now, he was bored of it. The nobles were, too.

He glanced down at the thin silver crown and growled to himself. They deserved their boredom. It was a small price to pay for blaming him for their own crimes. If they didn’t want to deal with a scrappy thief, they shouldn’t have made him become one. It was that simple. But maybe they looked past the simple.

Maybe he should, too.

He shook his head sharply and let out a choked laugh, forgetting he was underwater. Quickly, he speared through the water and a moment later jumped up into open air, the zenith of his jump bringing his tail a few feet above the water, and his head closer to the ceiling than he would have liked. Then he collapsed onto cold hard stone, coughing up water, the dark liquid that seemed to be trying to set his lungs on fire. Breathe, he told himself. Breathing is simple.

He lay there on the ground for a while, breathing slowly, then smirked at the irony of it all. Note to self- don’t look past the simple.

“A Garul who dies of drowning,” came a voice from the shadows. “Now that is different.” Norok jumped up and frowned when he saw who it was. The female Garul grinned at him. “You were always sort of different, Norok.”

“Sort of,” he echoed, starting down the rugged halls of the cave.

The other Garul followed after him. “Norok, don’t be like that. We’re friends! Start acting like it.”

“I didn’t ask for us to be friends, Xari,” he replied firmly. Their voices bounced back off the cave walls and resounded throughout the hall. “Now mind your own business and leave me alone.”

Xari’s smile hardly wavered at all. “Oh, you don’t mean that. What business? Thieving business? Do you need help? It has been so boring around here since those squid-snout nobles exiled you. Do you live in an underwater shipwreck? Oh, right, you would drown… Do you live under a bridge? You have a very troll-like personality.”

“You read too many books,” Norok grumbled.

Xari raised an eyebrow. “Well, where do you live, then?”

“I travel with the circus,” he said dryly. “You know, with the six-toed Anurans and the flying Diceros.”

“Oh, my bad,” Xari replied evenly. Then she smiled. “I should have known you were a clown.”

Norok’s tail lashed behind him as he stomped down the tunnel. Getting the crown melted should be easy- if he didn’t have Xari dragging along behind him. He preferred to avoid her when he could, but of course she had been waiting at the cave entrance. She was always good at that sort of thing- knowing when Garul came and went. She’d gotten herself involved in too many situations that way.

Suddenly voices echoed down the hall, and they weren’t from Xari. Norok glanced down at the gleaming object in his hands and thrust it at the female Garul. “You want to help? Take that and hide it as best you can.” She blinked at him, her claws slowly, almost reverently taking the circlet from his hands. “NOW!” Norok roared, and she practically flew down the tunnel to their left, crown in hand.

Good. Now it’s her problem.

Norok bolted back the way they had come, hearing claws tapping quickly on stone a ways behind him, and dove into the dark pool, hardly taking the time to suck in a breath before he was knifing through the waters. His heartbeat hammered, but he could see no sign of chase. He almost grinned to himself as he swam to the other side of the rocky island, rising to the surface to take a deep breath of air. Just another day in the Wysps.

He made his way to the caves, as quickly and quietly as he could. The smallest of noises echoed off of the water here, a dangerous advantage. The smallest splash could give away his position, but he could also hear almost any voice within a mile’s range. That was how he kept up with all of the news from within the underwater city.

Staying underneath the surface as often as possible to avoid being heard, he finally made it to the small network of caves he called home. No one inhabited it other than him and a small family of otters, who had built a small pile of sticks at the very edge. They were the only ones besides him who were able to bear the horrible smell of the caves, which seemed to come from the seaweed-like plants draping over the entrance. Still, he kept them there, as they did a good job of hiding his position.

By now the guards were probably losing Xari’s trail. That, or they’d caught her. It would be no great loss- she’d insisted on getting in his way for years- but still he felt a pang of guilt. Growling to himself, he shoved it down as he slipped through the curtain of dripping plants guarding the cave. All he should be worried about was retrieving that crown. Hopefully, Xari hadn’t lost it, careless as she was.

A scruffy face peaked out of the small house of sticks, letting out a trill. Three other otters poked their heads out of the mound and made their way slowly towards Norok. He sat down in the corner and let them nuzzle in beside him. After he’d lived a couple months in the caves, they’d apparently decided he was going to eat him, and had grown to follow him around. Sort of like Xari, though he much preferred their company to hers. All together, there was the mother otter, three children, and one old otter with matted fur that tended to show up whenever Norok brought back a meal of fish.

Just as he was beginning to relax, a few Garul stomped through the hanging seaweed into the cave, wielding wickedly sharp spears. The otters ran and dove into the water, sending out ripples where they disappeared. One of the guards pointed his spear directly at Norok’s heart. “So this is where you’ve been hiding, thief.”

Oh, no.

@keilah-h

Thanks!! 🙂

I’m working on some drawings for them, so I’ll post what I have when pictures work again. 😉

Norok is like a crocodile, but they walk on two legs. I need to explain it better but just hadn’t gotten to it XD

@euodia-vision

Thanks so much! I think @orangearmadillo should be posting a chapter sometime once he gets it edited. And yes, Jax and Norok are some of my favorites too! Although I love Freya and I’ll have her chapter on sometime today.😉