
A young adult wolf-girl was practicing her techniques on a hill known only to her and her friends. Her favorite trick was the windsurf, a technique that one of her friends taught her.
She was surfing around with a elegance as if she had done it her whole life. "Hello Rachel." A familiar voice said behind her and broke her concentration, sending her falling toward the ground.
The voice belonged to a wolf-boy, the guy that had invented the windsurf, he was about her age and helped her and others his age learn new ways to do old techniques.
He blew softly toward the ground under her, creating a pillow that was supposed to stop her fall. But as he still was only an apprentice spell-sword, the pillow instead only dampened her fall, but she still hit the ground with considerable force.
"Ouch!" The wolf-girl exclaimed "How many times have I told you not to interrupt me while I'm practicing?"
"I think you're up in six times so far this week." The wolf-boy replied, smiling the smile that got her so infuriated, he always smiled no matter the circumstances. " One more than the times I've saved your pretty butt, seems I've got some work to do about that."
"I don't need your help Aerion, I can easily save myself."
"Sure you can" Aerion said sarcastically "Anyway, I had a reason for coming here besides seeing you. Our teacher wants us to meet him for the telekinesis lessons. Something about the ceremony coming close."
The Rachel sighed "He's been saying that for three months now." The wolf-girl replied <<Oh well, I guess he's angry enough from last time I skipped practice.>>.
"We could save some time by windsurfing the way to him." Aerion says and launches a rock into the air."Try to keep up."
"You'll be the one who tastes my dust" Rachel launch another rock into the air and tries to race the wolf-boy, but of course failing, he was the one who invented the technique after all.
Upon arriving at the destination the wolf-kids lose control while descending and accidentally drops a stone on top of the teacher, or would have if it weren't for the teachers reflexes. He sees the rock coming down and moves it aside with his eyes.
"Was that telekinesis sensei?" The wolf-boy ask after he gets up.
"Yes it was, but you won't be learning to move heave objects yet, we'll start with the smaller ones. Oh, and next time, give me a warning before you drop a gigantic rock on me." The old wolf says with a smile.
"Sorry sensei, still a bit rusty at the landing part."
"Even though I'd love to stand and chat all day I need to teach you two telekinesis so let's get started, shall we?"
"Yes sensei." The young wolves said at the same time.
TO BE CONTINUED........when the author desides to stop being lazy
She was surfing around with a elegance as if she had done it her whole life. "Hello Rachel." A familiar voice said behind her and broke her concentration, sending her falling toward the ground.
The voice belonged to a wolf-boy, the guy that had invented the windsurf, he was about her age and helped her and others his age learn new ways to do old techniques.
He blew softly toward the ground under her, creating a pillow that was supposed to stop her fall. But as he still was only an apprentice spell-sword, the pillow instead only dampened her fall, but she still hit the ground with considerable force.
"Ouch!" The wolf-girl exclaimed "How many times have I told you not to interrupt me while I'm practicing?"
"I think you're up in six times so far this week." The wolf-boy replied, smiling the smile that got her so infuriated, he always smiled no matter the circumstances. " One more than the times I've saved your pretty butt, seems I've got some work to do about that."
"I don't need your help Aerion, I can easily save myself."
"Sure you can" Aerion said sarcastically "Anyway, I had a reason for coming here besides seeing you. Our teacher wants us to meet him for the telekinesis lessons. Something about the ceremony coming close."
The Rachel sighed "He's been saying that for three months now." The wolf-girl replied <<Oh well, I guess he's angry enough from last time I skipped practice.>>.
"We could save some time by windsurfing the way to him." Aerion says and launches a rock into the air."Try to keep up."
"You'll be the one who tastes my dust" Rachel launch another rock into the air and tries to race the wolf-boy, but of course failing, he was the one who invented the technique after all.
Upon arriving at the destination the wolf-kids lose control while descending and accidentally drops a stone on top of the teacher, or would have if it weren't for the teachers reflexes. He sees the rock coming down and moves it aside with his eyes.
"Was that telekinesis sensei?" The wolf-boy ask after he gets up.
"Yes it was, but you won't be learning to move heave objects yet, we'll start with the smaller ones. Oh, and next time, give me a warning before you drop a gigantic rock on me." The old wolf says with a smile.
"Sorry sensei, still a bit rusty at the landing part."
"Even though I'd love to stand and chat all day I need to teach you two telekinesis so let's get started, shall we?"
"Yes sensei." The young wolves said at the same time.
TO BE CONTINUED........when the author desides to stop being lazy
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Wolf
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8 years and a minimum of two new story ideas, neither of which got a proper write-up :P
The second, which kinda shoved this out of the way, at least got a few chapters (but there's little point in posting it here, especially since I'd need to clean it for 'publishing' and I don't care enough to do so), while the latest is probably never going to be touched.
But this is the writings of a... *Checks date* 2009, so 8 years... Yeah, a late-teen-ager.
Are you really that interested? :P
Don't have to try hard to find better writers than 2009's version of me.
The second, which kinda shoved this out of the way, at least got a few chapters (but there's little point in posting it here, especially since I'd need to clean it for 'publishing' and I don't care enough to do so), while the latest is probably never going to be touched.
But this is the writings of a... *Checks date* 2009, so 8 years... Yeah, a late-teen-ager.
Are you really that interested? :P
Don't have to try hard to find better writers than 2009's version of me.
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