Peachpaw's Cot...
Peachpaw sighed as she combed her long, luxurious
purple hair with her golden brush, making sure no strand was left untouched
by the soft golden bristles.
"Ah, what a beautiful day..."
She gazed into her pink mirror, almost hypnotically
staring into her own eyes.
"Ah, what a beautiful me..."
Peachpaw rubbed lotion onto her pink-furred
hands, humming a song to herself in a sweet voice. She tossed her head back,
causing her hair to flow back and forth like waves in the water as she blow-dried
it with her wand. Peachpaw, after all, WAS a faerie Lupess, and could use most
vanity magic (as well as some other stuff) at her will.
Daintily, she stood up from her seat, her brilliant-coloured
wings fluttering behind her as she drifted to her window, throwing it open with
a flick of her wand. With a peaceful smile on her radiant face, her blue eyes
scanned her territory ever-so-carefully as she leaned onto her windowsill. Suddenly,
she saw it. A little flash of blue and white in the bushes. Her grip tightened
on her wand, but her face stayed the same, radiant face it was.
"Hm... I wonder who that could be?"
Suddenly, a blue paw holding a camera shot from
the nearby heart fruit trees. It clicked furiously several times, releasing
brilliant flashes and blinding the surprised Lupess Al dropped out of the tree,
heart fruits stuck to his lab coat as he fled. Peachpaw fell over, completely
confused and enraged.
"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGH!!!"
She zoomed out of her window, her wings flapping
furiously and her eyes turning red as she raised her wand into the air.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!"
Brilliant flashes of pink light shot at Al,
exploding the trees, bushes and rocks around him. Al moved very fast, but the
Lupess had pure rage and magic on her side. One particularly powerful blast
set his hair alight.
"OH PIFFLE!!"
He continued onward, dodging blasts and beating
his own head with his paws. They drew towards a large pool of water, and Al
seized his chance, jumping into the lake, his head hissing horribly as he sighed
in relief. Peachpaw dashed past the lake, blinded by her rage and now blasting
anything that came in her slightly frazzled sight.
"YOU WRECKED MY HAIR!! MY BEAUTIFUL EYES ARE
DAMAGED!! YAAAAAAA!!"
She disappeared past the trees in a puff of
faerie dust and a tinkle of glittery bells. Al climbed out of the lake with
his waterproof camera, his hair burnt black.
"Whew...Mission one accomplished..."
The Lupe Forest Battledome...
Warpaw, the strongest Lupe in the forest (next
to Hollypaw), raised his powerful sword into the air, swinging it down and slicing
VERY close to Al's head with a loud battle yell. The Chia blinked, his mouth
falling open as a single, tiny hair on his head split in half. Warpaw grinned,
twirling the sword expertly in his strong paws.
"So, you wanted a Battledome challenge, right?"
Al's knees began to knock as he brandished his
pathetic meat-tenderising hammer, the only weapon he carried with him other
than his knowledge. He tried to expertly whirl it around and ended up dropping
it on his foot. With a slight yelp, he bent over and picked it up.
"Uh...Yes..."
"Well then..."
Warpaw grinned, his armour gleaming in the bright
sun.
"What do you want on your tombstone?"
"Oh, Pepperoni, cheese, tomatoes, olives..."
Warpaw swung again, and the pencil poking out
of Al's pocket fell into neat little slices. Al's eyes bulged for a second.
"I guess he didn't mean pizza..."
Al screeched as his swung the sword again, neatly
chopping a large chunk off the red brick wall behind him. The Lupes in the audience
cheered on Warpaw as Al fled, running around the huge, circular battle area
with Warpaw in hot pursuit and a Meat Tenderiser as the only weapon in his disposal.
Warpaw reached into his armoury and pulled out a bow and arrow, laughing hysterically
as the Chia screeched to a halt, panting heavily.
"What's wrong, Chia? Feeling a little under
qualified?!?"
Al gulped, staring at the pathetic hammer in
his paws.
"I should have been more prepared..."
Suddenly, the Lupologist had an idea. A terrible
idea. A wonderful idea. A terribly, wonderful, awful idea.
He slammed his hammer into the ground and reached
into one of his hidden pockets, pulling out the camera he had used for Peachpaw
earlier. With a dramatic whirl of his lab coat, he turned around just as Warpaw
fitted the arrow into the bow.
"Say...CHEESE!!"
Al pushed the button, releasing a flash of light
that burned into Warpaw's eyes. The arrow was misfired, and instead of hitting
Al, it zoomed straight upwards into the air. Warpaw tumbled onto his back, covering
his eyes and yelling.
"ONLY A COWARD WOULD USE A TACTIC LIKE..."
Warpaw, his eyes filled with spots, looked up
to faintly see his own arrow heading straight for his head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
His screams were cut short as the arrow thunked
a hair away from the top of his thick head. The warrior Lupe stared at it, dumbfounded
for a moment, before his head lolled to the ground. Warpaw was unconscious.
The entire crowd fell silent as Al waddled over to Warpaw, once again brandishing
his hammer. Ever so carefully and lightly, Al poked him in the stomach with
the heavy part of the hammer. He didn't react. He was out cold.
Al had won.
With a relieved sigh, Al stood on top of him
and waved his short, weak arms in the air victoriously.
"YEEEES!! Mission two complete!!"
Peacepaw's Valley...
It was the night of the final day. Peacepaw
shook his head as he organised huge, ornamental candles and odd-looking cards
across a few large stumps that he used for tables.
"Dude, do you really want me to find the spirit
of such a, like, evil creature and like, bring him here?"
Al nodded, setting up a gold Meerca plushie
onto the grass near the stumps. "I can't tell you why, but it's VERY important!"
"Fine, dude...If you, like, insist..."
Peacepaw and Al put their paws over the little
magnifying glass on Peacepaw's Wadjet board. The hippy Lupe closed his eyes,
focusing as hard as he could. Suddenly, his paws began to tremble.
"Evil Meerca Plushie, do you hear us? May your
dark spirit be transported from the netherworld and, like, into his room! Evil
Meerca Plushie, come NOW!!!"
There was a woosh as the candles were blown
out, and the valley was plunged into darkness. The magnifying glass gave a large
jerk, ripping itself out of Al and Peacepaw's trembling fingers. Only the cold,
icy light of the stars allowed Al and Peacepaw to see the very violent message
spelled out on the board by the letters rearranging themselves and turning blood
red:
'I AM THE EVIL MEERCA PLUSHIE. ABANDON ALL HOPE, FOR THE WORLD SHALL FALL
TO THE SOFT, COLLECTIBLE FABRIC THAT IS ME'
"Wooooooah...THAT was, like, FREAKY!!"
With a burst of light, the candles burst back
into their former glow, but with purple flames. A cackling laughter was heard
from the distance, and the stars and moon were lost behind a dark cloud. Al
shivered as Peacepaw continued the seance.
"Evil Meerca Plushie...We have summoned you
because Al, like, has a message for you from a friend...A letter which he wishes
to give to you... oh, and by the way, I think you're like, really cool!! Could
I like, get your autograph when you..."
"SHUT UP!!" Al hissed under his breath.
Suddenly, the golden plushie began to shake.
Al and Peacepaw backed away from it, staring in awe as the eyes turned sunken
and red, and the joyous smile curved into a vicious sneer. It suddenly stood
up on it's fabric tail, and a golden paw shot out and pointed at Al. Suddenly,
Al felt the letter lift from his pocket. It floated through the air for a moment
before landing into 100% cotton hands.
"PERFECT...I certainly hope Hannibalpaw is doing
well..."
The plushie opened up the letter, its red eyes
gleaming as they read the neatly printed words. When it finished, it raised
it into the air with a sneer. The paper caught on fire before disappearing in
a puff of smoke. Al and Peacepaw gaped as the plushie turned to face them.
"...I'll be seeing YOU soon, Al...Mwa ha ha
ha haaaaaa..."
And with a fading, echoing laugh, the plushie
burst apart in a blast of purple light and stuffing, and was gone. Al blinked,
pulling a piece of golden fabric from his charred hair.
"THAT...was screwed up..."
Peacepaw sighed, picking up his seance items
with a discouraged look on his face.
"Dude...that was boring. Why couldn't we summon
the Ghost Lupe or something?"
Al imagined the large, monstrous phantom Lupe,
the transparent form hovering in the air above him and threatening to eat his
soul...
"Yeah, that would be GREAT!! Well...maybe later.
Right now, I have more important things to do..."
To be continued... | 
