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B7 The Ends: Tingash - Chapter 06 
13th-Nov-2009 05:01 pm

Category: Drama
Rating: Gen
2nd Story of From the Ends to the Beginning

Introduction: Tingash.

Note: This is probably the shortest chapter I've written for these stories but I wanted it to be separate chapter.

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The winds howled in fury. We will find you. Shred the skin from your bones. Freeze the smile on your face and turn it to screaming. Find the breath of life and snuff it out.

The air crackled with electricity. Bolts of deadly energy split the earth, lighting the heavens in flashes of fiery rage. Ear-splitting sounds of a world under siege: groaning, creaking, crashing, and screaming. Nature was a ravenous beast, unleashed and on the prowl.

Tingash. The birthplace of the mutoids.


Twenty black-clad figures fought against the merciless wind, their leather-looking suits, like a tough second skin, and hard black helmets hiding stony, expressionless faces. Worn military boots, shiny when they started were now scuffed and caked with grey dust and clinging brown sludge. Not that they cared. They were only human in the most generous sense of the word.

"Lieutenant, the ionosphere is interfering with the scanners," one faceless soldier without personality said to another. The only difference between them was the programming of rank and command details in their machine-like minds.

Someone with a sense of humour or had opinions might have remarked that only an idiot would have sent them out in this punishing storm.

The Lieutenant said, "We will proceed without scanners. Those are our orders."

No groans met this declaration. They only knew one thing and they felt nothing. Mutoids were 'born' to serve until death claimed them. The ultimate loyalty from those who did not know what loyalty was.

Seek, locate, capture.


Sensitive, furry grey ears flicked alertly, catching sounds far and near. The groaning of the earth as it was assaulted by the angry winds. The rustling, whishing of leaves torn from branches. Tiny cries of silly creatures desperately seeking shelter too late, their death throes a whispering lament.

Its nose sniffed, renewing the constantly changing landscape of odours. There was life and death beyond the mouth of the cave. More death than life while the winds raged.

The click-click of nails on the rough cave surface approached from behind. He recognized the smell of his mate instantly and his muzzle dropped open in a smile.

Have the winds died down, dearest?

Brave-Heart rolled on his back and rubbed an itch on the rough surface. The winds still howl.

The beautiful amber eyes of his mate regarded him appraisingly. Would you like help?

Brave-Heart's eyes reminded her of the pups pleading for one more rub of her nose on their furry bellies. Would you?

You are incorrigible.

The Alpha wolf sneezed a laugh. That is not what you said last night.

His beautiful Alpha mate licked the soft fur of his grey-white muzzle.

Brave-Heart rolled over abruptly, his nose facing the mouth of the cave, ears flat and a low menacing growl in his throat.

Sharp-Eyes pointed her nose outwards as well. The two legs are on the hunt.

They hunt us.

The Alpha female looked back into the cave where the month old pups and the others of the pack lay resting. Are we safe?

For now. I will track them. He rose to his full height, almost shoulder high to a man, his nose high and proud, continuing to sniff the air.

Sharp-Eyes nuzzled his neck in concern. It's too dangerous, dearest.

I will be careful. Tell one of the Betas to keep watch. They touched noses affectionately and the Alpha padded off, a silent deadly predator intent on protecting his pack.

13th-Nov-2009 10:14 pm (UTC)

I am so excited. You did it...wolves on Tingash.

Love the names.

So, does this mean...? Dare I hope?
13th-Nov-2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
Hope? About?

The phrase "Wolves of Tingash" had a nice ring to it. I had to do it ;)
14th-Nov-2009 08:45 am (UTC)
Meh. You evil tease, you!
14th-Nov-2009 02:59 pm (UTC)
Okay, I popped onto the PD b7 forum and there is a Wolf. It says 'Arrroooo' It just happened to join 5 days after Argus got a Wolf in his head.

I am torn between amusement and worry about how far you're prepared to go to sort this telepathic guide Wolf thing out.
14th-Nov-2009 03:02 pm (UTC)
Actually that isn't me. No really! You'll have to work out who you think it is though...
14th-Nov-2009 03:21 pm (UTC)
Okay, entropy_house?

If this is an elaborate plan to make me procrastinate on the forum, it's working.
14th-Nov-2009 03:28 pm (UTC)
Wrong! One could always join said forum (if you haven't already???) and start posting (hint). Then you could work out who you think I am, let alone the wolf.

Mind, you do have to be possessed of a slightly warped and dangerous sense of humour over there to 'enjoy' it to the full. Our Paul tends to bring that out in a person. But hey, you'd probably fit right in...:~)
14th-Nov-2009 03:29 pm (UTC)
And we already have a resident cat who would eat poor Mab right up.
14th-Nov-2009 03:43 pm (UTC)
Mab: *rolls eyes* It's supposed to be an educated guess not a random guess.
Em: Have you washed the dye off Anna yet?

I will join in a month or so when I have less stuff I'm supposed to be working on. I don't think I'll be able to match their/your level of sheer obsessive-ness with Avon but I do find the posts pretty entertaining. Mab would love it.
14th-Nov-2009 03:52 pm (UTC)
Well it is Avon's very own site after all! Although Paul doesn't go on it because he is secretly a bit scared of Avon and he hasn't really mastered computers.

A deal of our time is caught up in pure silliness, for which no particular affiliation is required, though I do worry that those of a none British persuasion feel left out sometimes. Some of the humour is a little local, shall we say.
14th-Nov-2009 04:06 pm (UTC)
he hasn't really mastered computers.

Avon could help him there. XD

Ahaha, I am all for silliness. *raises glass of A&S*

14th-Nov-2009 04:25 pm (UTC)
He'd probably just shoot him out of frustration. I doubt Paul and Avon would get on.
14th-Nov-2009 04:27 pm (UTC)
Yeah, PD has a much better sense of humour.
13th-Nov-2009 10:33 pm (UTC)
You don't seem to have proof read to your usual standard today. :~)

ionosphere is interrupting with the scanners

interrupting the / interfering with ?

peanas-storm What storm?

pleading her with

sneezed a laughed
13th-Nov-2009 11:38 pm (UTC)
Sigh. I can't believe I wrote a short chapter and ended up with more errors...argh. Fixed. Thanks.
13th-Nov-2009 11:55 pm (UTC)
We wouldn't bother telling you if we didn't think you wanted to fix the typos. Otherwise we'd just keep quiet and snigger behind your back.
14th-Nov-2009 12:00 am (UTC)
Haha ;)
14th-Nov-2009 01:29 am (UTC)
Aww you have Sentient wolves. And Argus has Wolf can we see a connection Arooo!
14th-Nov-2009 01:32 am (UTC)
Connection? What connection? I see no connection...
14th-Nov-2009 10:10 am (UTC)
Wolves! On Tingash! Won't darrowsgirl be pleased!

*gleeful anticipation* They're going to have to meet Argus's Wolf.
14th-Nov-2009 05:27 pm (UTC)
It would be a tragedy if they didn't meet...as in you'd all probably send Mab after me...

Edited at 2009-11-14 05:28 pm (UTC)
14th-Nov-2009 06:26 pm (UTC)
Mab: No one sends me anywhere.
Em: Be nice. You know what she means. And I know you want to meet the wolves.
Mab: *cheshire cat grin*
Em: Your sinister smile is worse than Avon's sinister smile. Wait, that's unfair. His isn't really sinister - just ironic.
Mab: *huffily* I don't chase authors around, only Sesters.
Em: Now you sound like Orac.
Mab: So does Kal, according to b7_rating
Em: Sigh. I think you're still jumpy after what happened to Anna. I promise I'll never change the colour of your fur.
14th-Nov-2009 06:40 pm (UTC)
I don't chase authors around, only Sesters.
I'm very relieved. Anna is still hiding in Avon's cabin.
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