Bwahaha. More WoW writing!
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melredcapOnce upon a time there was guild fic, by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
norcumi.
Then I wrote a sequel, "Mel and Caleanon Play With Allies".
Andnorcumi wrote a sequel to the sequel, about "The Problem with Drinking to Forget".
...Then there were further consequences, and we got to The Pet-ernity Suit. XD
(This little bit of ficcage was also inspired by Cal's new pet, this ravager - the only one of this colour in game. I was chatting online tonorcumi, and she muttered something about getting plunnied by thoughts of how you would get a ravager that colour, the only one in the whole world(s). And then I realised how similar the green and blue of the ravager was to the green and blue phases of one of Cal's other pets, the crab that featured in my first venture into this storyline...)
Pet-ernity Suit
“Mel!” A frustrated bellow reached Melevil’s ears; somewhere nearby, Caleanon was presumably upset about something, and either blamed her or wanted her help to fix it. “Mel!”
“What is it?” she called back, strolling out of the half-ruined hut their party was using as home base for now. The hunter was stalking towards her, blue-green crab pet trailing along behind him.
“We have to go to Booty Bay,” he snapped.
Mel blinked. “Why? Not that I object, but in case you hadn’t noticed, we aren’t done here yet.”
“Because it’s the only neutral place I know of where we have a chance of tracking down that Draenei hunter,” he snarled, stopping beside her and turning to glare back at his pet. Padparadscha stopped a short distance away and clicked its claws, somehow managing to look… smug?
“…I was under the impression that you would rather do almost anything but meet up with anyone from that group again,” Mel told him, raising one eyebrow. “Or have you developed a sudden desire to have your hair braided?”
Cal shot her one fulminating glare before turning back to his pet. “Well?” he said challengingly. “Show her! You seemed proud enough of them just now!”
Padparadscha clicked again, then carefully shuffled around to stand side-on to them, tilted its shell, and raised its rearmost leg to display…
…Eggs. Quite a lot of pearlescent eggs, each the size of a large plum, tucked securely against the underside of its – er, her – body.
Mel’s other eyebrow shot up. “Well,” she managed to say after a long pause. “That’s unexpected, I must say. -–Cal, I thought Pad was male.”
“So did I.”
“You’re a hunter. Aren’t you supposed to know these things?”
“I wasn’t exactly about to turn him – her – upside down and check under her tail!” he sputtered. “She’s a giant crab, not a kitten! I wouldn’t even know what to look for, would you?”
“All right, all right, calm down,” she sighed, waving one hand at him. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t know how to sex ravagers either, but I guess we’ve confirmed that Hepzibet’s pet is male. Unless Pad’s had other little encounters I wasn’t witness to?”
“NO. …Well, not that I know of. Not that she’s told me about,” he grumbled. “She’s never seemed interested before.”
“Fair enough. Next question: even given this little surprise, why do you want to track Hepzibet down? She’ll probably be with Mel-the-crazy-human and maybe that orc rogue too, you know.”
Cal quirked an ear at her, still looking annoyed but beginning to display a little humour along with the bad temper. “Did you get a good enough look at the eggs to count them?”
“No, why?”
“I did,” he continued. “There’s fifty-three. Somebody’s going to have to help Padparadscha raise the hatchlings, and I am not doing it alone!”
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Some weeks later:
“Well, they’re cute,” Melevil said, surveying the mob of tiny, multicoloured crabs and ravagers scuttling around the clearing. Spines, claws and fangs rattled everywhere as they mock-attacked stray twigs, leaves, and anything else that presented itself as a target.
“All young animals are cute,” Cal snorted, lifting one boot off the ground and glaring at the miniature blue-green ravager that was happily nomming on his toes. “It’s the only way they survive to adulthood.” Off to one side, the draenei hunter Hepzibet was lying on her stomach next to her full-size ravager pet, giggling to herself as baby crabs swung from her hair.
“I think you have a permanent friend there,” Mel snickered, nodding to the one on Cal’s boot. It was now making its way carefully upwards, balancing precariously on tiny spiky legs.
“I do not need another pet,” he grumbled. “And I’ve never been fond of ravagers anyway.”
“I don’t think that one cares. It certainly seems fond of you!”
“I still don’t—awk!” Caleanon lunged and caught the little ravager as it slipped and nearly fell. It looked around, rattled happily, and plonked itself down in his palm, instantly asleep in the manner of small baby animals everywhere.
Mel raised an eyebrow at him, smiling. He sighed.
“All right, all right, this one can stay. But only the one!”
norcumi.Then I wrote a sequel, "Mel and Caleanon Play With Allies".
And
norcumi wrote a sequel to the sequel, about "The Problem with Drinking to Forget"....Then there were further consequences, and we got to The Pet-ernity Suit. XD
(This little bit of ficcage was also inspired by Cal's new pet, this ravager - the only one of this colour in game. I was chatting online to
norcumi, and she muttered something about getting plunnied by thoughts of how you would get a ravager that colour, the only one in the whole world(s). And then I realised how similar the green and blue of the ravager was to the green and blue phases of one of Cal's other pets, the crab that featured in my first venture into this storyline...)Pet-ernity Suit
“Mel!” A frustrated bellow reached Melevil’s ears; somewhere nearby, Caleanon was presumably upset about something, and either blamed her or wanted her help to fix it. “Mel!”
“What is it?” she called back, strolling out of the half-ruined hut their party was using as home base for now. The hunter was stalking towards her, blue-green crab pet trailing along behind him.
“We have to go to Booty Bay,” he snapped.
Mel blinked. “Why? Not that I object, but in case you hadn’t noticed, we aren’t done here yet.”
“Because it’s the only neutral place I know of where we have a chance of tracking down that Draenei hunter,” he snarled, stopping beside her and turning to glare back at his pet. Padparadscha stopped a short distance away and clicked its claws, somehow managing to look… smug?
“…I was under the impression that you would rather do almost anything but meet up with anyone from that group again,” Mel told him, raising one eyebrow. “Or have you developed a sudden desire to have your hair braided?”
Cal shot her one fulminating glare before turning back to his pet. “Well?” he said challengingly. “Show her! You seemed proud enough of them just now!”
Padparadscha clicked again, then carefully shuffled around to stand side-on to them, tilted its shell, and raised its rearmost leg to display…
…Eggs. Quite a lot of pearlescent eggs, each the size of a large plum, tucked securely against the underside of its – er, her – body.
Mel’s other eyebrow shot up. “Well,” she managed to say after a long pause. “That’s unexpected, I must say. -–Cal, I thought Pad was male.”
“So did I.”
“You’re a hunter. Aren’t you supposed to know these things?”
“I wasn’t exactly about to turn him – her – upside down and check under her tail!” he sputtered. “She’s a giant crab, not a kitten! I wouldn’t even know what to look for, would you?”
“All right, all right, calm down,” she sighed, waving one hand at him. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t know how to sex ravagers either, but I guess we’ve confirmed that Hepzibet’s pet is male. Unless Pad’s had other little encounters I wasn’t witness to?”
“NO. …Well, not that I know of. Not that she’s told me about,” he grumbled. “She’s never seemed interested before.”
“Fair enough. Next question: even given this little surprise, why do you want to track Hepzibet down? She’ll probably be with Mel-the-crazy-human and maybe that orc rogue too, you know.”
Cal quirked an ear at her, still looking annoyed but beginning to display a little humour along with the bad temper. “Did you get a good enough look at the eggs to count them?”
“No, why?”
“I did,” he continued. “There’s fifty-three. Somebody’s going to have to help Padparadscha raise the hatchlings, and I am not doing it alone!”
----------
Some weeks later:
“Well, they’re cute,” Melevil said, surveying the mob of tiny, multicoloured crabs and ravagers scuttling around the clearing. Spines, claws and fangs rattled everywhere as they mock-attacked stray twigs, leaves, and anything else that presented itself as a target.
“All young animals are cute,” Cal snorted, lifting one boot off the ground and glaring at the miniature blue-green ravager that was happily nomming on his toes. “It’s the only way they survive to adulthood.” Off to one side, the draenei hunter Hepzibet was lying on her stomach next to her full-size ravager pet, giggling to herself as baby crabs swung from her hair.
“I think you have a permanent friend there,” Mel snickered, nodding to the one on Cal’s boot. It was now making its way carefully upwards, balancing precariously on tiny spiky legs.
“I do not need another pet,” he grumbled. “And I’ve never been fond of ravagers anyway.”
“I don’t think that one cares. It certainly seems fond of you!”
“I still don’t—awk!” Caleanon lunged and caught the little ravager as it slipped and nearly fell. It looked around, rattled happily, and plonked itself down in his palm, instantly asleep in the manner of small baby animals everywhere.
Mel raised an eyebrow at him, smiling. He sighed.
“All right, all right, this one can stay. But only the one!”
