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pirate2003 furry nosex Mwolf-Flion
due to RL once again getting in my way, this didn't get finished.
As soon as the 12-16 hour workdays are over and I've
recovered... I'll get this finished as soon as possible. I know
what has to be written. I haven't had time to write it.
Sorry for the unfinished work, neighbors.
That said, this and part one are complete enough to be able to
stand on their own a chapters in a longer work, which they are.
:)
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Yo Ho! - Aesir the Bard, part 2
The Tails of Rabelaisia
by: Stasya T. Canine writing as Nikkolai the Bard
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When I quietly boarded the Wolfsong, Killian was staring at the
horizon and smiling slightly. Her smile revealed the reason for
her other name, the name that was feared by any pirate crew who
heard it. One of her lower fangs was a broken stump. Nobody
knew how it happened. Nobody, unless they were fools--asked
'Broken Fang' how her maiming had happened. Most people figured
she'd done it by doing something heroic, dangerous or both.
She never bothered to confirm or deny their speculations. If it
added to her mystique, well, she needed any advantage she could
beg, borrow, steal... or lie for.
"So, sister. Tripped and fallen into any flowerpots recently?"
She whirled with the fluid grace that I remembered from our
childhood. "Aesir!"
I held out my arms, she laughed and then 120 pounds of wolfess
hit me at a dead run. I fell backwards as she hit, wrapped my
arms around her and held on as we rolled across the deck of the
Wolfsong.
She nipped at one of my ears. "No, brother. I haven't tripped
over any flowerpots. Don't you dare mention that again. Most
of my crew is convinced that I did it when I was opening an ale
barrel!"
She hugged me and I hugged her back. "I've always enjoyed the
one about you breaking it when you stopped a Queen's Guard from
shooting you--by grabbing his gun in your mouth."
She glanced up to see if anyone was nearby then she lowered her
muzzle into my chest fur and giggled. "That's... That's...
Oh. Aesir! I've missed you!"
"And I, you."
We separated and stood. I studied the lithe and powerful wolfess
in front of me. "The sea life suits you." We locked eyes and
there was something shadowed in hers. I frowned. Most wouldn't
have seen it but... I am who I am, after all is said and done.
"Killian? What darkens those brown eyes of yours?"
She flinched. "Brother, when I left home you wouldn't have seen
that. Whatever your life is now, it has obviously taught you
some wisdom, at last."
It was my turn to flinch. When I went and leaned on the railing,
she followed and joined me in my contemplation of the sea beyond
the harbor. "Aye, sister. More wisdom than any young wolf
needs to know." I reached into my belt pouch and found a small
object. "Perhaps this will explain, when my words would be less
than convincing." I turned my hand over and opened it to reveal
what I held.
Her eyes widened in surprise. One hand reached out and lightly,
tentatively brushed the object. "Aesir? You? But..." She
took a deep breath. "Brother, no wolf in generations has been a
Bard."
"I know." I put the badge away and returned to watching the
waves. "That, and a carefully worded 'request' from the
Queen--are what led to this reunion." I sighed. "I wish it
could have been otherwise, dear sister."
Her slap on my back nearly toppled me over the railing. "Well,
brother, the Wolfsong has been too long in port anyway. Her
captain and crew grow bored with the simple life of the landsmen.
'Tis seaward we should be bound and soon. I am grateful that
fate has been kind enough to send me a messenger I can trust to
do more than puke his guts over the rail after a Queen's
mission."
She hesitated and then turned me to face her. "You *will* be
with us for the mission, won't you?"
"Aye. That I will be." It was my turn to check for
eavesdroppers. There were none. Even so, I lowered my voice to
a whisper. "The Rock Clan has bought themselves a ship and gone
back to sea. The Queen has asked that I give you the following
message: 'If he lives, find Death-Dancer and ask if he will deal
with his old enemies once again, for the sake of the realm.' "
She blindly grabbed for my hands. "No! Not that! Anything but
that!"
"Killian. Listen to me. I, too, thought the Rock Clan had given
up their dreams. But, they have not forgotten who brought them
low. They have not forgotten the wolf-cubs who survived one of
their raids. They have not forgotten Death-Dancer's sister, just
as they have not forgotten Death-Dancer--and the terror he brings
to their misbegotten souls. They know who you are, Killian--and
they have gone to sea to trap you, with the dream that
Death-Dancer will react unthinkingly. With us dead, they hope to
resume their reign of terror and rebuild their old glory as the
most feared clan of pirates our world has seen."
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Aye, brother. We
can't allow that to happen. Does the Queen know who you are?"
"Of course. But she's never seen me as my true self. The wolf
who stands before you is not the wolf known as 'Aesir, the Bard.'
I haven't worn this form since the night..." I shrugged.
"You're the only living person who has seen me and known she was
seeing Death-Dancer in his true form.
She nodded. "I wondered if you would use your skill to build a
new life after that night."
She let go and shouted to the crewman on the dock. "Gather the
crew! We leave at dawn--and laggards get no share of thebooty!"
She turned back and I matched her grin. "It seems, sister, that
some things about you haven't changed, such as your charitable
nature."
Broken Fang and the Queen's privateer Wolfsong--were going
hunting.
* * *
Killian's crew was a mixed lot. The wolves held a visible
majority but I spotted a few hyenas, a rat, a few monkeys and
much to my surprise, a hare. When I asked her, she grinned.
"Liam? Don't let him fool you. He's as blood driven as any
wolf. We found him adrift in a lifeboat several years ago. All
he'll tell anyone is that he was forced to watch as pirates
butchered his wife and children for their dinner. He still
doesn't eat meat but I don't let him near pirates unless I want
them dead." She shook her head and smiled sadly. "Reminds me of
a wolf I know."
We entered the crew's mess to be greeted by cheers and ribald
comments. "Fang! Is that your latest lover? Crew not good
enough?"
I snarled softly and she grabbed my arm when I started to step
forward. "No. I'm not your innocent sister, to be protected.
These men are my family and my lovers. They've also earned the
right to treat me as one of their own. In them, our clan lives
again." She raised her voice. "Besotted fools! Would I take a
new lover if he hadn't been welcomed by all in the clan? I
thought you knew me better than that. When you begin to bore me,
you'll know. This wolf brings us word of a new challenge and has
agreed to join us on our next mission."
"This wolf is not my latest lover, to be initiated into our clan.
He is here to help us destroy the Rock Clan and their dreams of
glory." She lowered her voice and curled her lips into a snarl.
"He is also my brother, Death-Dancer."
The sudden silence was filled with the scent of terror. I sighed
and moved in front of Killian. I looked her crew over and
smiled. "My nose tells me you know my reputation." There were a
few uneasy chuckles. "If Killian says you lot are clan, then
you're clan. Many years ago, as alpha male, I declared vendetta
on the Rock Clan. When I was through, they named me
'Death-Dancer' and promised to never return to the sea. I called
off the vendetta and gave them their lives. Less than a year ago
they decided to become oath breakers. They've bought a ship and
plan to use it to capture Killian--with the hope that I will be
hate maddened into making a response that lets them kill me.
Unlikely dream but what does the Rock Clan know of the honor of a
wolf?"
My calm words were met with growls of anger. I held up a hand to
still their protests. "I am here to help, not command. I stand
before you because it was our Queen who sent the message that
brings me away from my contemplations. It is our Queen who asks
that you help stop the Rock Clan--and their dreams of terror." I
looked at each of them, then turned and walked out. I'd said
enough.
* * *
I turned to face the wolf who had quietly joined me at the bow of
the ship. He was about my age and his fur was patchy in places.
I recognized the scars for what they were, battle scars,
honorably taken in his war against our enemies. By mutual,
unspoken agreement, we both turned to watch the sea as she slid
past.
"Death-Dancer. There are words I must share with you."
"Call me Aesir. It's easier to shout in battle, if nothing else.
Speak your words."
"Aesir, then. I am Sharl, Wolfsong's battle commander and alpha
male to Broken Fang. The clan asks if you are willing to return
to to your rightful position as alpha."
I shook my head. "No. I've been too long away from the clans.
Eleven years ago I quietly renounced my oaths to the clans and
swore a new oath." I reached into my pouch, removed my badge and
attached it to my harness. When I turned to face Sharl I smiled.
"My allegiance is to something greater. My arm, my skills and
my heart belong to all of Rabelaisia. Not even the Queen may
command me, only suggest." I touched the Bard's badge I wore.
"This is what stops me from accepting your generous offer."
Sharl sucked in his breath. "A Bard?"
I nodded. "Three years ago the guild declared me a Master and
told me to make my own destiny. Six months ago the Queen
requested my presence. Three months earlier the Rock Clan had
purchased a ship and abandoned their ancestral lands. She feared
for my sister's safety. Much against her own desires, she agreed
that I needed to be told, if I still lived. She is also
pragmatic and has been frustrated by her inability to find a
power handler able to deal with the life of a privateer. Thus,
when she learned there was a wolf who came from the sea clans who
was also a Bardic Master, she dared to dream that I might be able
to join Broken Fang in her task and become the protector of her
and her crew while Death-Dancer administered the Queen's justice
to the Rock Clan."
I chuckled as I remembered her true explanation for her actions.
'When I saw the name of the wolf who had become a Bard, I knew he
would help. After all, he is named after one of the patron
saints of the seamen--Aesir'
He turned and leaned on the railing. "Aesir. Where will you
stand during our battles?"
"Aside. I cannot help. I will not hinder--and I will defend
your people to the best of my abilities. My battles come later,
after you have taken prisoners."
We were interrupted by a shout: "Ship sighted! She's dead ahead
and closing fast!"
Sharl stiffened and then shouted: "Sound the alarm!"
I 'reached' for the ship and then grinned. "Sharl. Call off
your wolves. That's Runner's Gift."
He whirled to face me. I could see the stunned disbelief in his
eyes. "The Gift?? But... How can you tell? What's she doing
out here? "
I never lost my grin. "I'm a Bard. She's here to meet us."
Sharl whispered: "By the Seven Saints of the Sea..." He came
out of his trance and turned back to his men. "Belay that alarm!
Form ranks and prepare to meet your Queen!"
* * *
"Prepare to be boarded!"
Killian glanced in my direction and grimaced. "Brother, that
command irks me. One does not 'board' the vessel of a loyal
subject. That boarding master needs a lesson in courtesy." She
raised her voice. "Her Majesty's privateer Wolfsong awaits her
inspection."
There was a sudden silence from the Gift's crew, then muffled
laughter as the lioness who had given the order stood speechless
for a few seconds before she agilely leaped across the small gap
between our ships.
Killian and the lioness locked eyes and then the lioness spoke
softly. "Your brother told me you had a sense of humor, Broken
Fang. Few dare to correct their Queen when we inappropriately
indulge ourself in our whimsy. We approve."
She turned to me and raised her hands in the greeting of mates.
"So, Death-Dancer, this is the form of the wolf who strikes
terror into the hearts and souls of the Rock Clan. You have our
permission to greet your Queen."
I raised my hands and we intertwined our fingers. "Leesha.
Though it has been mere weeks, I have missed you as if we have
not been together for the years I had not seen my sister." I
tilted my head to indicate Killian and her crew. "Love, I think
you managed to render them speechless. Perhaps it would have
been wiser to put up with the 'tiresome wastes of time' before
you stunned them with your eloquence."
She lowered her head in passable imitation of feminine
contrition. "Aesir? Do you really think so? Should we consider
ourself properly spanked for ignoring protocol?"
I snorted and pulled her into a hug. As we both tried to crack
the other's ribs I whispered: "Spanked? Hell, no. I approve of
anything that lets you evade the stuffiness that fate has forced
into your life."
She giggled. "Aesir. We've missed you so much. Your Queen has
needs that only you..." Her tail tip caressed my back
seductively. "Can satisfy."
She pulled back but left our hands intertwined. Killian and most
of her crew were watching us with their mouths agape. Leesha
smiled. "Does it surprise you to discover your Queen is also a
woman? We called Aesir to ourself as his Queen. When he entered
our presence, he called to us as a man. We felt that call and
answered as a woman. We do not regret that decision."
Killian slowly licked her lips in a rare display of confusion.
"Your Majesty? My little brother?"
not so little, as we have ample reasons to know."
Killian jerked her head back in shock. I laughed. "Is my
not-so-innocent sister surprised that her Queen is as randy as
any wolf?"
aye, Aesir. Even more surprised that she lusts after my
'not-so-little' brother." She shook herself and turned to her
crew. "What? Are you all so befuddled by the Queen's presence
that you can't be bothered to pay homage to her..."
Leesha touched her arm and whispered something. Killian jerked
her head around to stare at me. She swallowed and then shouted.
"And our King!"
I stood frozen in shock as her crew jerked their swords out and
raised them. "The Queen and King!"
When the shouts died out Leesha turned to me. There was laughter
in her eyes. "Oh, dear. We seem to have forgotten to tell Aesir
of his new status. We're sure he'll adjust and see things our
way. You may stand at our left side, Your Majesty."
What could I do but step forward and join her?
* * *
Leesha and I leaned on the rail as the Wolfsong raised her sails
and slowly pulled away from us. "You didn't tell them
everything, my love."
Leesha leaned against me and sighed. "I could not burden them
with it. They will gather the prisoners and bring them to us.
It will be enough, if what you say you've learned is true."
I shivered. "Aye. It will be enough."
She faced me and reached up gently. "My Aesir. Do you still
refuse to teach me?"
"I do. The records are clear. You may watch and you may later
touchlink to learn whatever I learn. But, love, no matter the
circumstances, only a Bardic Master may actually perform the task
you need done." I shivered again and pulled her into a tight
embrace. "Leesha, you *must* see the wisdom in doing it this
way. Mind-ripping is a violation of everything our world is
built on. It is a return to the times of the Mage Wars. I will
need you there, unsullied, to help me recover. I will need you
there to gently wash away my guilt. I wish..." I slumped. "I
wish there were some other solution!"
She turned and wrapped her arms around me. "The Rock Clan are
oath breakers--as a clan. There is only one punishment for that
crime. We must be sure we include all of them in it."
I shook my head in frustration. "I should have finished it
eleven years ago."
"No. You had no right to continue once they gave their word.
Could you have denied everything a wolf stands for?"
"Aye, Leesha, you have it right. I could not have done it."
She shivered and I looked down at last. "Aesir. Runner's Gift
carries a cargo of death. Less than a week ago we finished
salting the Rock Clan's ancestral lands. We will do the same to
whatever land they have now chosen to settle."
She let go and turned to face the sea. "We need your skill so we
may be sure our justice is certain and all encompassing."
I pulled her into my fur and held her close. "I know, Leesha. I
know."
She finally sighed and turned in my arms. Our muzzles met in a
gentle kiss of understanding. When she pulled away her eyes had
some of her old merriment in them. "Enough. Dinner awaits us
and then we can retire to our cabin." She glanced to her left,
where a tigress casually leaned against the rail. She spoke a bit
louder than needed. "Trisha is discreet and will not panic at
any unusual sounds that happen to escape through the door. Will
she?"
Trisha jerked upright and smiled sourly. "No, my liege. I will
not panic. I cannot speak for the crew, who may snicker a bit
when they realize their Queen is not getting the rest sheneeds."
Leesha chose to ignore Trisha's barbed return. "Come, Aesir. It
is getting chilly out here and we need the comfort of warmer
surroundings." She was the perfect picture of regal arrogance as
she walked towards the stairs leading to the lower decks.
As Trisha and I fell in behind her we exchanged winks. My
comment was just loud enough to carry to Leesha's ears. "Trisha,
I share your concerns. I'll see that the Queen sleeps
soundly--after I make sure she is exhausted enough to do so."
Leesha's tail stiffened and then slowly raised to its full
height. Once it stopped she slowly and seductively descended the
stairs ahead of us.
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Stasya T. Canine
July 9, 2003
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