[Mkguild] Xmas Story exchange! 2 MK Stories!

[Kit]

Nice stories, though I can't seem to remember who Alex is. Aside from that
though... why does it not surprise me that Misha's story involves the
tauring of another keeper? :P

Kit

On Wed, Dec 24, 2008 at 1:05 AM, Chris <chrisokane at verizon.net> wrote:

> Stealth and me had our own Story exchange and the results are below. You
> have 2 stories to enjoy!
>
> Chris and Stealth!
>
> *********************
>
> Party of Two
> By Christian O'Kane
>
>
>   Alex was well dressed this evening. She was wearing a tunic and
> pants, both of dark blue wool and was edged with light blue thread. Her
> long hair was braided with gold and silver ribbons woven in.
>
>   Fell had gone all out and the gazelle was well dressed. He wore a
> doublet of brown silk with a matching pair of pants. He wore no shows
> but his hooves were well polished and glistened in the light.
>
>   Together the two walked the corridors of Metamor Keep headed to a
> party. They had been invited to one of Misha's famous parties and they
> were both looking forward to it.
>
>   The Keeps magic took them straight to a large hallway filled with
> people. Tables filled with food sat in one corner and a small band
> played softly filling the air with a lively tune.
>
>   "Is this Long House?" Fell asked.
>
>   The woman shook his head. Her long hair waving back and forth. "No
> this is a hall outside the entrance to Long house."
>
>   "They seems to be having a good party all their own!" Fell commented
> as he looked around.
>
>   She laughed. "They are having a good time."
>
>   The entrance to Long House was easy to find from the long line of
> people standing in line. The couple made it's way to the end of the line
> and waited patiently for their turn to enter.
>
>   Fell handed both of their invitations to the guard at the door and
> the young woman looked at it carefully for a moment before smiling and
> handing it back. "Welcome to the party."
>
>   They stepped through the door and into a dark, closet sized space.
> They were drawn through quickly through the space by the sounds and
> smells coming from the door opposite them. They stepped out of the
> darkness and into a large hall. The walls were decorated with tapestries
> in bold colors. The entire hall was light by globes that hung from the
> ceiling casting a bright but soft light over everything. One side of the
> hall was filled with countless tables and chairs The other side was left
> open of furniture and was simply open floor. Both areas were filled with
> countless people of all sorts who were chatting, eating and even
> dancing.  In one corner a band was playing and soft music could be heard
> over the murmur of the crowd.
>
>   "Is everyone in the Keep here?" she asked looking around at the
> crowd.
>
>   He shook his head. "The rest of the Keep must be empty as they're all
> here!" Fell joked.
>
>   "Misha certainly does know how to throw a party!"
>
>   A young girl wearing a fine blue and white dress walked up to them
> and held out large silver platter. "A pastry?" she asked and extended
> the platter which was filled with small pastries covered with cream.
>
>   Alex took one carefully trying to avoid getting too much of the
> whipped cream onto her fingers. "Thank you." She ate the pastry in two
> bits, enjoying the sugary treat immensely.
>
>   Fell tried to relax. He had been nervous since he had first asked
> Alex to the party. He had spent hours picking and choosing what he would
> wear. Then he had stood in front of Alex's door for a long time before
> working up the nerve to knock. Thankfully she had been as warm and
> friendly as always. Making it easier. Being nervous was not going to
> help anything. This was his friend he was with not some stranger. His
> nervousness vanished. He was going to enjoy this evening and do
> everything!
>
>   He bowed gracefully to Alex and extended his right hand. "My lady.
> May I have this dance?" he asked.
>
>   She smiled and took his hand as she stood up. "Why thank you."
>
>
> **************
>
>
>   It was snowing by the time they stepped into the night air. It had
> been snowing on and off since November but now on the eve of the Yule
> tide celebration it was snowing harder then ever. Big, fat snow flakes
> were coming down at a fast pace turning the world white and quiet. All
> sounds were muffled by the snow and visibility was reduced to a few
> feet. Figures would appear suddenly out of the snowy fog, pass them and
> disappear back into the white without a sound. This left the couple
> alone to themselves on a path filled with people. They had not intended
> to go outside but Kyia it seems had decided they should. They didn't
> seem to mind and huddled close together and walked quickly along.
>
>   A wall with a door loomed up suddenly in front of them. Alex opened
> the door and the two stepped inside. They stood there for a moment
> shaking off the snow and removing their coats and gloves.
>
>   Slowly they made their way down the hall grateful for the warmth
> after the cold. "It was a great party." Fell said.
>
>   "It was even better then all the stories I've heard about it," he
> commented as they walked. "No wonder they're so famous!"
>
>   Alex stopped in front of the door to her apartment. "Thank you I had
> a wonderful evening." She wrapped her arms around Fell and kissed him
> gently. The warmth of her lips sank into his cheek even through his fur.
> Slowly Alex pulled away leaving Fells cheek tingling.
>
>
>   The end
>
>
> **********
>
> More then friends
> Copyright (c) 2008 Michael Nastov
>
>
>        "Greetings, Terry." George said as he closed the distance with
> his companion.
>
>        "Well met, George." Terrant answered warmly.
>
>        "You look lovely in that doublet." The jackal said and held out
> his paw. "I would be honoured if you'd accompany me to the party."
>
>        The woman just looked at his out reached hand. After a long
> moment she clasped it, "I would love to."
>
>        They walked down the corridor while holding hands. It felt odd
> to the Knight, but Terrant didn't mind and she enjoyed spending time
> with George. Their... debriefings were always pleasant. The female
> turned to gaze at him as they walked and smiled though she looked away
> again when his canine head turned to meet hers.
>
>        "That's a nice suit you're wearing." She said in embarrassment.
>
>        "This old scout knows how to dress for company." He said.
>
>        Terrant thought he might reach over and lick her but the patrol
> master kept to a respectable distance and just held hands. She
> eventually turned to look at him again and was met with his gaze. The
> morph smiled revealing his fangs. The human smiled and rubbed his hand
> as they continued on to Long Hall.
>
>        -------------------
>
>        Their arrival at the party was for the most part no different
> then when they showed up together at Misha's Harvest Party. However the
> fox scout and his beloved had a knowing look in their eyes when they saw
> Terry and George again, even though the two no longer held hands.
>
>        For the next few hours the two companions stayed close as they
> sampled food and chatted with other guests. George knew many of the
> party goers but it wasn't in his nature to share banter. It didn't stop
> Terry from dragging him about as she shared warm conversations with
> friends, both new and old.
>
>        At one point in the night, George had a large gravy stain on his
> muzzle. The female knight brushed it off but the gesture was gruffer
> then anything that could be considered loving or gentle but nothing that
> the patrol master couldn't handle.
>
>        "Would you care to dance?" Terrant asked as the band began to
> play.
>
>        The jackal shrugged and took her hand, "Who's leading?"
>
>        "Well you're a man, aren't you? You're a good soldier so you can
> be a good dancer." She asked as they walked into the crowd.
>
>        "A good soldier, yes... a good dancer, no."
>
>        "Alright, I'll have to lead." She said as they started,
> "technically neither of us are men."
>
>        George did his best to keep up though he kept making mistakes.
>
>        "Keep up, now." The woman scolded.
>
>        "Yes ma'am!" The jackal grunted as he spun on his paws.
>
>        As they danced, Terrant shared pleasant glances and comments
> with other dancers they passed whom she recognized while George just
> focused on not tripping over. Later, to the jackal's relief the dance
> ended and he stood there, looking into the woman's eyes.
>
>        "You should open up more, George." Said the gender morph as the
> crowd dispersed.
>
>        "I don't need to, I'm plenty good with people and I have a great
> smile." He demonstrated by showing her his large fangs.
>
>        Terry looked at George for a long moment with a small smile.
> With all of the old scout's experience he could never have expected what
> was to come.
>
>        She kissed him.
>
>        The jackal didn't look surprised or affected. He continued to
> watch Terrant as she moved back again, now with a grin and a large
> blush.
>
>        George followed up with a small lick on her cheek.
>
>        For a long moment they stood around in an awkward, confused
> limbo until they began to relax and went further with a mutual kiss then
> more.
>
>        The moment soon ended however they'd never ended up in an
> embrace. Terrant either purposefully or unwittingly remained a tom boy
> though George didn't comment. The two stood around for a bit but
> eventually the apprehension broke when Terry started to giggle and shook
> her head. Even George had a light chuckle.
>
>        "George, everyone saw us."
>
>        "Let them see us, Terry."
>
>        "That's Terrant." She corrected with a grin.
>
>        "Let's try some more of the food on offer, Terry." George
> offered.
>
>        "Oh, whatever." She led him off to one of the tables. Whether
> anyone watching their exchange gossiped or just shrugged, the two
> companions didn't care and just looked to feast on what Misha had on
> offer.
>
> -------------------
>
>        The party over, people began to depart. George led Terrant out,
> or did Terrant lead George out? Nevertheless, they ended up in an outer
> hall.
>
>        "That was quite a party." The woman commented.
>
>        "Misha never fails to delight." The jackal agreed.
>
>        "Well, thank you." Terrant said and scratched her head. "I'll
> see you at the next patrol briefing."
>
>        "I could accompany you to your quarters, we can discuss it on
> the way." George offered.
>
>        The gender morph shook her head, "I'm much too tired for that
> now."
>
>        The old scout looked at her and the immediate area for a moment,
> "Terry, could you step back a few feet?"
>
>        "Is there something wrong with the floor?" She asked confused
> but complied.
>
>        "Just give me a moment." The jackal removed his leather boots
> then dropped his pants.
>
>        The female knight blushed and gasped in confusion at his
> audacity though she couldn't help admire his form... she quickly focused
> on his upper body.
>
>        "You know something, Terry, you're right about what you told
> me." George said and tossed her his pants.
>
>        She caught them instinctively and shook her head. "What did I
> tell you?"
>
>        "That thing you talked about with the cheetah." He answered and
> moved his boots to the side.
>
>        "Edmund?" She asked. Though the question she really wanted
> answered was what was George doing? Why did he expose himself in the
> middle of a hall? Was he going full form?
>
>        "No, the other one." He answered and stood there in an expensive
> doublet without any pants.
>
>        The woman shrugged. "Stealth. What did we discuss, regale me."
>
>        "None of us are men anymore." George answered and closed his
> eyes.
>
>        Terrant stood back and gasped as the old scout began to
> transform. His legs duplicated as they grew larger and more animalistic.
> He grew in height by at least a foot as a large and muscular quadruped
> body formed underneath. When he was finished, the Patrol Master's upper
> body looked the same as it had for the rest of the night prior; as a
> jackal morph in a nice suit. His lower body however looked like that of
> a large black backed jackal.
>
>        Terrant stood dumbfounded and gawked at her friend.
>
>        "What's wrong?" George asked, "Don't tell me I'm even uglier
> now."
>
>        "No, no..." Terrant stuttered.
>
>        The jackal sat on his haunches. Even in this form he grunted,
> feeling the affects of age.
>
>        "How did you learn to be a taur?" Terry asked. "Misha teach
> you?"
>
>        "I taught myself. Wasn't very hard to do after seeing Misha do
> it so many times."
>
>        The gender morph approached the new jackal taur and slowly
> walked around him, gazing in awe. She reached her hand to his taur back
> and could feel it move as the large lungs within expanded and
> contracted. He also had a second, strong heart which beat quickly.
>
>        "Do you like it?" The taur asked.
>
>        "It's... very interesting. You would be quite an opponent." She
> said and tried to hide her blush.
>
>        "I can run like a horse and use my arms to fight without
> worrying about falling off." He answered. "But there's more," He said
> and stood up again.
>
>        "It is apt for a cutlass, George." Terry commented though it
> still looked so... awkward.
>
>        "I can carry a rider and have an extra pair of sword hands." The
> old scout said and turned to face her. "And it's quicker for others to
> travel."
>
>        "Aye, it would be." The knight answered distantly.
>
>        The jackal taur turned about so the woman stood at his flank. He
> looked at her.
>
>        Terry flinched. While she did prefer to have become a powerful
> animal morph... This was just a bit too much.
>
>        George reached out his hand to her, "I'll take you to your
> apartment, just hop on my back."
>
>        She shook her head. "It's not far to walk, we're in the keep and
> all."
>
>        "You won't always be traveling in the keep, why don't you try to
> stay on, you can ride a horse, now try a taur." He reasoned.
>
>        The human laughed nervously, "I don't think I could hope to stay
> on."
>
>        "Terry, I won't bite." He continued to hold out his hand, "If
> you don't like it you won't have to do it again."
>
>        She looked about and thought on it. Well they did kiss but...
> people are meant to kiss, they don't... ride taurs. Terry sighed and
> took his hand, stepping onto the jackal's back.
>
>        "Hold on tight, I'll move fast." He warned.
>
>        The woman rolled her eyes and grabbed his waist.
>
>        Without another word, George took off with his passenger. The
> taur ran down the halls of the keep, startling stragglers of Misha's
> party as they passed.
>
> The end
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