Saturday, July 21, 2012

Princess Elda #2

Here is installment no. 2 of the Princess Elda story.  Its a little haphazard and jumps around a little, but hopefully you can follow it (its definitely not perfect). :) Enjoy!

With Elda located on one side of the room and the thick, wooden door on the other side, she began to fear for her life.  As she heard Tami’s (the Queen of the Rats) loud footsteps nearing her, she began to tremble.  When Tami entered through the door she slammed it behind her and latches it so that Elda has no place to go except through the door, where she will have to fight Tami, or through the window where she would fall into the crowd of rats who will surely nibble her to death.  Well, I can either dodge her tail whip and beat her off with a roundhouse kick to the head, or jump out of the window and roll over on the ground and die, she thought. 

Tami is hardly your regular rat queen, she was 3 times older and 3 times larger than the average of her one hundred subjects and she had complete control over them.  She was about 7 feet tall when standing completely straight up.  She had really dark gray/brown fur with 4 black stripes going up and down her back.  She had thick, black whiskers with several inches of white and hot pink tips on a few of them, and very dark brown, evil eyes.  The first raid that she led them on when she first became queen was the invasion of a camping party.  There were about 20 of them sitting around various fires, singing songs, telling ghost stories and just enjoying each other’s company.  Tami noticed that some of them were desperate for food and were roasting rat and gopher like creatures on sticks over the fire and she really didn’t like that.  In another fire, she noticed people making s’mores and thought that she would show them who was who, she would make them into s’mores.  The experience of this first raid had a huge impact on the rat mob, and they decided to make this a tradition. 

As Elda peered into the eyes of the foe that stood before her, she noticed that Tami was assuming an attack position.  Tami had fought many princes and princesses in this castle and they all went the same way.  She assumed it would be the same way with Princess Elda, but she was not your average princess.  Crouching on her hind legs in the attack position, she felt a sharp pain in her right hind leg and realized that she had forgotten to eat the cheese that had been specially made for her arthritis problem.  In the same moment, she remembered she needed to go to the cottage next door and get some more of the cheese, for she was to meet with Weird Wizard William tomorrow.  She was getting older and she even noticed that some of her fur and whiskers were turning a little bit grayer than they used to be.  She always was an odd rat, she moved from castle to castle, marsh to marsh, frequently playing in Creepy Patrick’s Paints every week.  During this time, Tami maintained her evil stare at Elda and had reached the fully crouched position with her whiskers in full formation, sticking straight out from the follicle, ready to pounce on Elda any second.  

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