Hamstring 78 Posted July 17, 2013 Share Posted July 17, 2013 Boot's Tale Naturally when any number of things assemble for a length of time we can always expect to find ones that take to each other, find, attract and attach to each other, ones that will inevitably love each other and do what it takes to keep these others and feelings close to them no matter what the obstacle. There is no exception to this rule save perhaps for the inanimate things like rocks and trees and mountains who by whimsical placement just happen to find their match. Knowing that frogls are not rocks or trees or mountains tells us that they are indeed like all the other breathing feeling things, subject to wants and dizzy and pulls from the heart. The following tale illustrates the effect of one poor creature, who from here on we will simply refer to as Boot, and how his one tiny frogl heart has forever impacted the mannerisms and temperaments of all frogl kinds. Boot was of the amethyst hut, a long line of frogls rigid and devout in their ways, native inhabitants of the greater Zeneth-Haf region. Neutrality and complacency was the way in those days, amethysts minded their own as did the sapphires and emeralds and rubies and so on. Each of the huts was responsible for the protection of its own lineage and seldom mingled or came to the aid of others. In fact, it was a very common thing to see frogls of even the same hut running from any kind of danger and often leaving those unfortunate enough to be found in perils path to a most certain and horrible end. This was something exercised by all frogls, it was understood and thought to be most logical as frogls weren't bred to be warriors but merely lackadaisical gatherers and self-fenders. It was thought that sacrificing few to spare the many from the formidable factions of otherworldly skills with prowess for the fight was the best way to maintain their existence. Now, Boot being a frogl like all others shared and followed these ideals, it was the only way he had known, seen and understood from the teachings and practices of his kin. Day in and day out he would do as all others did who inhabited the swamps; catching fish, gathering morels and flies and collecting things left behind or forgotten in the lush overgrowth of the area hidden and forgotten only temporarily.. until lucky frogl eyes happened upon them. Singing as he did his hunt.. morels! morels! more morels please! in the bag! stuff it full! I'll turn you into soup then you'll be my poop morel soup to be!! flying flies around quick they are! don't make a sound..shh stretch it out! with a flick! quicker still! tongue from mouth snatch it! squash it in my teeeeth! weeeeee!! ... something there!? in my stare a shiny glare.. frogl fingers luckyyy! Catching plump and delicious things with his long frogl tongue and gnashing them about in his mouth was Boots favorite thing to do. Passing most of his time this way he enjoyed the challenge and even more the reward of a successful catch. One particular day Boot was in hunt, a rather large fly was about and buzzing. Boot was being ever so patient.. Statuesque as he waited.. So quiet and steady.. 'this enormous specimen will be ohhh soo sssquisshhy' is what Boot was saying to himself in the moment before his eyes shifted over, across and past the immediate area, over the stagnant mirror pools, through some foliage and between a very fittingly placed pair of vow columns framing this figure he saw.. ..he saw her. The distance was so much between but there was lovl at first glance. Immediately intrigued Boot forgot all about his fat juicy snack, abandoned his stone stance and moved in to get a closer look.. 'In my stare a shiny glare... but this one.. so lovelllyyy...' The most sexbomb frogl that Boot ever laid eyes on. An amber. Yellow skinned bright and perfect, her movements were like that of the carnivora in the swamp breeze, her voice (as she sang her own gathering hymns) was like the hum of dragonfly wing or the chirp of bird song. Boot was unsure of what to do, having never seen or heard such a wonderful creature, he was worried for what his hut would think of him. Surely his elders would not approve of his ogling an amber, it was for this reason he hesitated and continued only to watch his new found treasure as she got on with her daily doings. It was in these moments of Boot's confused hesitation and awe that she noticed him... There is no need to recount exactly what happened in the following minutes other than that they had passed in the semblance of hours and were like any other first greetings between two foreign and intrigued creatures. Tiny frogl hearts beating, words tripped over and eyes locking on. Then they, with frogl hands interlocked, spent the day catching fish, gathering morels, hunting flies, dancing frogl dances and singing frogl songs; My lovl! my lovl! I'd never have to shovel Any depth into the ground To show this thing I've found It's in my hands! Look in my hand! To give to you This frogl heart! Oh my lovl! But this day like every other before it grew tired and the sun eventually yawned over and down into the horizon and the moon taking its place shone a softer light on Boot and his lovl. They, with frogl hands interlocked, exchanged goodnights and agreed to meet the following day. Then they parted, both light on the feet, in separate directions to their respective huts. Both of them wishing away the moon and for the sun to yawn up into the sky again. It was on this next day that Boot was feeling especially joyous and grateful to be on his way to meet this wonderful creature but on reaching his usual gathering grounds he quickly realized something was happening not far off and it was not so wonderful. A sound reached him and it was clearly not the sound of dragonfly wing or bird song. His eyes knew the sound before his ears and they were jetting around to find the source.. to find her.. and he found it.. In the distance, horrifyingly framed between two vow columns, a brutal barbarian towering over his amber lovl and chopping away at her with savage swings. Boot without hesitation charged into direction exiting the immediate area and as he went passing a few fleeing frogls escaping for safety, frantic through the mirror pools and pushing his way through the foliage... ..he was nearing the towers.. he readied his fishing harpoon.. ...still hearing his lovl's cries, watching that terrible axe and not noticing the shady warlock flanking him who was ready and aiming his purple death pool.. Boot was stunned..trapped.. and followed with the fatal arrow.. and our frogl lovers are no more. the final beats of those tiny hearts no words to trip over in the last moments eyes locking on.. and tiny hearts are quiet Boot's amethyst courage and devotion to protect his amber lovl was unlike any act ever performed by any frogl before this day, none would believe such a story if it wasn't for one of the fleeing frogls eyes that had captured it all and swelled his tiny heart. This unnamed frogl witness vowed to make the story heard passing it to all others he knew and met from that day on. Over time with the passing of Boot's heroic tale the old ways of neutrality were abandoned, frogls of all huts began to help one another when in danger, lending frogl hands when they are of need. These days the old way is almost all forgotten with the exception of a few crusty stalwarts, though they are dwindling, you may find these cold hearted frogls still, they are the weak and few and receive no aid when in danger. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pummywarlord 3 Posted July 17, 2013 Share Posted July 17, 2013 Simply Superb storyline :good: . o.O "sexbomb" ♥♥♥♥ xD. A true Romeo and Juliet love story :cray: . A warlock killed the "boot" :shok: I hate warlocks even more from now. Over all owesome story. Had all aspects Introduction,life,romance,sacrifice and unity.Full marks !! :pleasantry: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
teozantyn 0 Posted July 17, 2013 Share Posted July 17, 2013 WHYY WHYY! SO SAD Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
calaquendi 8 Posted July 17, 2013 Share Posted July 17, 2013 superb, i like the story :good: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
xbabaroix 3 Posted July 18, 2013 Share Posted July 18, 2013 hmm huge character count value :shok: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ladygi 34 Posted July 19, 2013 Share Posted July 19, 2013 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pembasmi32 1 Posted July 20, 2013 Share Posted July 20, 2013 like it :yahoo: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
katerine 4 Posted July 20, 2013 Share Posted July 20, 2013 Eminently touching story and the poetry is beautifuly amusing. ;D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eyituoyof 0 Posted July 20, 2013 Share Posted July 20, 2013 Nice story, Anything else i can say is i wish u all the best in ur love lives. Love can only trive when the said persons in love commit themselves consciously, thinking of one another in each others place overcoming difficulties and trials. At a time when love survives infancy, what is left is growth, happiness, confidence, undeniable trust and the complet extension of ones ego for the sake of the other (its no longer what i want but, what he/she needs and what is good for us). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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