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Groaning, the young Whitetail Doe retrieved the split log\nand placed a part of it on the chopping block, then sighed and raised the\naxe again. A Doe's work was never done..\n\nJessica was an anthropomorphic Whitetail deer, dressed in a loose, well\npatched gown, that had the look of once being a thing of beauty, surely, a\ngown that only one of nobility would have been able to afford, yet years had\ntaken away the luster and vibrant colors, leaving the once majestic gown\ntorn, ragged and well-faded. Its long, billowing sleeves had been torn away,\nand the ruffle at the neckline had likewise been ripped off and long since\ndiscarded. Now, it was faded, patched with differing pieces of cloth, and\nits hem was threadbare with long tears along it.\n\nHer fur was a soft, pale brown down the back of her neck and back, with a\ngrayish/white from the underside of her chin, down her throat, and barely\nvisibly through a slit in the front of her ragged gown, down the inner\nthighs and ankles. Her wide set eyes were red-rimmed from the sweat that\ntrickled down into them, and her ears lay folded back against the back of\nher neck, as she hefted the heavy axe once again, then breathed out and\nswung it down onto the log.\n\nWith a splitting crack, the log broke apart and she paused, gasping and\nstretching, her spine crackling as she stood upright. Kneeling, she began to\npick up the split logs, then hear ears perked up and flicked to and fro, as\nshe heard a distant sound that was not a natural part of her deep forest\nhome. Blinking her wide-set, deep brown eyes, she lifted her head up to the\ntrees and her ears flicked again, this time the raucous caw of a raven told\nher more in that short, abrupt cry, than she wished to know. Putting down\nher axe, she hurriedly gathered what she could and fled back into her small\nstone and earthen cottage. Quickly, she looked around at her meager\npossessions, then frowned and reached up above the door and retrieved an\nancient sword, which hissed from its scabbard. Holding it in both paws, the\nDoe walked back outside, her face set in determination to defend her home\nfrom this intruder, should he be hostile.\n\nExperience had long taught her to be wary of strangers, and she was\ndetermined not to give up her home or her life, cheaply.\n\n*\n\nFrom down the dim, sun-dappled forest trail, came the clip-clop of a strong,\npowerful horse, its hoof beats thudding down against the forest loam. As it\nhove into view, it was revealed to be a large breed of horse, its head,\nneck, chest and rump barded in heavy plate armor, an ornate surcoat covering\nit down to the knees. Astride the war-mount, sat a human man, dressed in\ngleaming full plate armor, a large kite shield with a rearing unicorn emblem\non its front, a large, heavy lance replete with pennant flapping in the thin\nbreeze that swirled and eddied through the trees.\n\nThe man was Sir Kathis, Knight Errant and Dragon Slayer. Over a dozen\ndragons had met their fates at his hand; he had the skull's hung outside his\ncastle to show for it. Across the kingdom, his reputation and fame were well\nknown. Many a maiden had begged for his hand in marriage, but he had refused\nthem all, as he knew, with each Dragon he went to face, it might very well\nbe the last time. It sent a thrill of adrenaline through him each time, as\nhe closed on his foe to do battle, the niggling doubts in his mind that he\nmight actually fail - and quite possibly - die.\n\n*\n\nJessica stood her ground, holding her sword in both paws, her arm's\ntwitching as she struggled to heft the heavy blade, yet her sweat ravaged\nmuzzle showed no fear, only a grim determination as the knight advanced,\nthen paused a dozen paces away, his gauntlet covered hand rising to lift the visor\nas he peered down from horseback at the Doe who wilted slightly, then as if\ndrawing strength from the very ground, raised the blade threateningly.\n\n\"Who are you, who comes unto my forest so armed?\" Jessica called out, her\nvoice quavering with the fear that crept into her body.\n\n\"Hold your tongue woman!\" Snapped the knight. \"Who are you, who dares to\ndraw steel against me?\"\n\n\"I answer to no-one, Knight!\" Jessica growled. \"This be my forest, and I be\nits protector and guardian. Now, who gives you the right to intrude on this\nforest, trampling through it like a raging Dragon?\"\n\nImpatiently, Sir Kathis marched his horse closer, and then stared down at\nthe Doe. \"I am Sir Kathis, Knight Errant, and Dragon Slayer. Now, move aside\nwoman, or I'll move you aside.\"\n\nDefiantly, Jessica moved to stand before the horse, whose ears suddenly\nflattened and it snorted, tossing its proud head in fear, then pawed at the\nground and stepped back away from her. Blinking, Sir Kathis fought his\nsuddenly panicking mount, barely bringing the powerful warhorse under\ncontrol.\n\n\"A Knight?\" Jessica snorted, then wrinkled her nose and spat on the ground\nbefore her, then glared up at the Knight. \"You have no business here Sir\nKnight - now, take your pretty little pony and leave my woods, and do not\ncome back.\"\n\nIncredulously, Sir Kathis stared down at the Doe, who stared back, her gaze\nblazing with a surprising strength that he found bewildering. Never in his\nlife, had he met a peasant, who had such strength about them, it was this\nthat intrigued him. Jessica continued to stare, but her scowl slowly faded\ninto a look of apathetic disgust, and she flicked a furtive glance up at the\ndarkening sky.\n\n\"Milady - \" Began Sir Kathis. \"I am a Knight, on the King's business, and I\napologize for intruding into your forest..\"\n\n\"King? King you say?\" Jessica snorted and threw back her head, then her\nlaughter pealed forth. \"I have no need of your pathetic King here. I care\nnot an ounce of wheat for your King, and I care even less for you Sir\nKnight! However - you won't make it out of these woods before nightfall,\nthat much I know. The least I can do, is offer you my meager home for the\nnight..\"\n\n\"Listen to me, you wretch of a stillborn fawn!\" Snarled Sir Kathis. \"I'll\nhave you not disparage my Lord's good name..\"\n\n\"No, you listen to me!\" Jessica suddenly snarled. \"I've lived in this here\nwood for twenty winters plus, Sir Knight. I know what moves and stirs within\nits bounds, and even I know it'd be suicide to try and make it from here\ncome nightfall. You are welcome at my table this night, but you must leave,\ncome sunup. Either you accept, or you take that overgrown Shetland of yours,\nand take your chances. It matters not to me, except that I'd rather not have\nyour stinking, rotting corpse within the bounds of my woodland home!\"\n\nWith that, Jessica turned about and stalked back into her cottage, slamming\nthe door behind her. Astride his quivering mount, Sir Kathis blinked in\nstunned disbelief, then looked around at the growing shadows. Sliding from\nhis saddle, he petted his mount on the neck, and felt the great warhorse\ntrembling, its ears flattening, nostrils flaring and eyes showing the whites\nas they rolled in their sockets. Shaking his head, he unbuckled the visor\nhelm he wore, then lashed the reins to a small branch and moved into the\nsmall, but surprisingly warm cottage. As the door closed, the horse whinnied\nand reared, then squealed with a long, forlorn cry that echoed off into the\nforest..\n\n*\n\nInside the cottage, Sir Kathis stood, looking around at the crude furniture\nand meager possessions of the young Whitetail, who busied herself with\npreparing a delicious smelling stew that bubbled in a soot-black cauldron\nover a small fire.\n\n\"I wasn't expecting...guests.\" Jessica growled quietly, not even bothering to\nlook at the Knight. \"So you'll have to settle for yesterday's bread, some\ngoats milk and a wedge of cheese. I don't often get visitors out this way.\"\n\n\"With such a warm and welcoming greeting, I can see why not.\" Sir Kathis\nreplied, as he lowered himself into a rickety looking chair, his armor\ncreaking.\n\nJessica paused, then glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing in\nanger. \"If you care not for my hospitality, then you're welcome to walk\nright back out that door. I didn't invite you into my forest, and I sure don\n't want you here, but since you are here - then perchance, the least you\ncould do is show a little respect.\"\n\nHer words struck Sir Kathis like a hammer, and he moved in his seat and for\na moment, actually looked chastised, before he cleared his throat and spoke.\n\n\"Milady - forgive me and my impudent manners. I meant no disrespect, its\njust that I've ridden the length and breadth of this Kingdom for many weeks,\noften without encountering another living person. I offer you my apology,\nand I swear on my name, that I shall do my utmost to respect your beliefs\nand shall not intrude on you anymore than I already have.\"\n\nPausing, Jessica sighed and her shoulders visibly slumped, before she turned\nabout and looked at the hard packed dirt floor, and furtively looked up at\nthe Knight, then her eyes dropped again.\n\n\"Apology accepted Sir Kathis, and I extend my own - it has been many, many\nwinters, since I had a male in my cottage. My only companion's have been the\nanimals of the wild woods, and my Nanny goat but she isn't much of a\nconversationalist.\" Jessica flashed him a weak smile, then slowly curtsied\nand held out her paw to him.\n\nSir Kathis accepted the paw, then raised it to his lips and let his lips\ntenderly brush her furred hoof-paw. Jessica blushed deeply beneath her fur,\nand then squeezed his hand. With a startled gasp, Sir Kathis grunted as her\ngrasp nearly broke the bones in his gauntlet clad hand, and Jessica blinked\nthen hurriedly snatched her hoof-paw back and spun away, busying herself\nwith the cooking stew. Sir Kathis removed his gauntlets, then looked at his\nleft hand, seeing the white indentations of where the chain gauntlet had dug\ninto his flesh.\n\n\"That's some grip you have milady.\" Sir Kathis acknowledged.\n\n\"It comes - from having to cut my own wood and other chores.\" Jessica\nresponded. \"Its been many winters since I.\"\n\nA choking sob caught in her throat and she swallowed, and then stirred her\nstew again, blinking away the salty tears. Sir Kathis blinked, then he rose\nand placed his hand on Jessica's shoulder comfortingly. Without warning, she\nsnarled and shied away, bursting into tears and fleeing to the small\nbedroom, whence she slammed the door hard enough to rattle the cracked\nplates on the rack above the fireplace.\n\n*\n\nConfused and uncertain, Sir Kathis sighed and walked outside, to tend to his\nloyal companion and mount, his mind whirling and churning with thoughts and\nfeelings he didn't understand.\n\n*\n\nIn her bedroom, Jessica threw herself down onto her straw pallet bed and\nwept bitterly, clutching a mangy wolf-skin stuffed with straw to her chest,\nas she wept. For more years than she could remember, she had pined for her\nlost mate, finally, she had resolved her grief and put it behind her then\nalong comes this Knight, all virtue, goodness and righteousness, everything\nher own mate had been.\n\nIt was as if a icy dagger had been plunged into her heart, all the dark,\nrotten blood of her grief bubbling and gushing to the surface in a wild,\nuntamed rush of emotions. Emotions she had fought twenty years, to banish\nand forget emotions she did not want, not then, and not now.\n\nTo Be Continued..\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Fire and Ice
Chapter One - An Unwelcome Visitor
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
July, 2003.
All Rights Reserved.

Jessica wiped a hoof-paw across her brow and pushed back the old, faded
scarf she wore, as she hefted the old, cracked handle of the woodcutters axe
and with one smooth stroke, brought it down, the pitted head of the axe
splitting the log. Groaning, the young Whitetail Doe retrieved the split log
and placed a part of it on the chopping block, then sighed and raised the
axe again. A Doe's work was never done..

Jessica was an anthropomorphic Whitetail deer, dressed in a loose, well
patched gown, that had the look of once being a thing of beauty, surely, a
gown that only one of nobility would have been able to afford, yet years had
taken away the luster and vibrant colors, leaving the once majestic gown
torn, ragged and well-faded. Its long, billowing sleeves had been torn away,
and the ruffle at the neckline had likewise been ripped off and long since
discarded. Now, it was faded, patched with differing pieces of cloth, and
its hem was threadbare with long tears along it.

Her fur was a soft, pale brown down the back of her neck and back, with a
grayish/white from the underside of her chin, down her throat, and barely
visibly through a slit in the front of her ragged gown, down the inner
thighs and ankles. Her wide set eyes were red-rimmed from the sweat that
trickled down into them, and her ears lay folded back against the back of
her neck, as she hefted the heavy axe once again, then breathed out and
swung it down onto the log.

With a splitting crack, the log broke apart and she paused, gasping and
stretching, her spine crackling as she stood upright. Kneeling, she began to
pick up the split logs, then hear ears perked up and flicked to and fro, as
she heard a distant sound that was not a natural part of her deep forest
home. Blinking her wide-set, deep brown eyes, she lifted her head up to the
trees and her ears flicked again, this time the raucous caw of a raven told
her more in that short, abrupt cry, than she wished to know. Putting down
her axe, she hurriedly gathered what she could and fled back into her small
stone and earthen cottage. Quickly, she looked around at her meager
possessions, then frowned and reached up above the door and retrieved an
ancient sword, which hissed from its scabbard. Holding it in both paws, the
Doe walked back outside, her face set in determination to defend her home
from this intruder, should he be hostile.

Experience had long taught her to be wary of strangers, and she was
determined not to give up her home or her life, cheaply.

*

From down the dim, sun-dappled forest trail, came the clip-clop of a strong,
powerful horse, its hoof beats thudding down against the forest loam. As it
hove into view, it was revealed to be a large breed of horse, its head,
neck, chest and rump barded in heavy plate armor, an ornate surcoat covering
it down to the knees. Astride the war-mount, sat a human man, dressed in
gleaming full plate armor, a large kite shield with a rearing unicorn emblem
on its front, a large, heavy lance replete with pennant flapping in the thin
breeze that swirled and eddied through the trees.

The man was Sir Kathis, Knight Errant and Dragon Slayer. Over a dozen
dragons had met their fates at his hand; he had the skull's hung outside his
castle to show for it. Across the kingdom, his reputation and fame were well
known. Many a maiden had begged for his hand in marriage, but he had refused
them all, as he knew, with each Dragon he went to face, it might very well
be the last time. It sent a thrill of adrenaline through him each time, as
he closed on his foe to do battle, the niggling doubts in his mind that he
might actually fail - and quite possibly - die.

*

Jessica stood her ground, holding her sword in both paws, her arm's
twitching as she struggled to heft the heavy blade, yet her sweat ravaged
muzzle showed no fear, only a grim determination as the knight advanced,
then paused a dozen paces away, his gauntlet covered hand rising to lift the visor
as he peered down from horseback at the Doe who wilted slightly, then as if
drawing strength from the very ground, raised the blade threateningly.

"Who are you, who comes unto my forest so armed?" Jessica called out, her
voice quavering with the fear that crept into her body.

"Hold your tongue woman!" Snapped the knight. "Who are you, who dares to
draw steel against me?"

"I answer to no-one, Knight!" Jessica growled. "This be my forest, and I be
its protector and guardian. Now, who gives you the right to intrude on this
forest, trampling through it like a raging Dragon?"

Impatiently, Sir Kathis marched his horse closer, and then stared down at
the Doe. "I am Sir Kathis, Knight Errant, and Dragon Slayer. Now, move aside
woman, or I'll move you aside."

Defiantly, Jessica moved to stand before the horse, whose ears suddenly
flattened and it snorted, tossing its proud head in fear, then pawed at the
ground and stepped back away from her. Blinking, Sir Kathis fought his
suddenly panicking mount, barely bringing the powerful warhorse under
control.

"A Knight?" Jessica snorted, then wrinkled her nose and spat on the ground
before her, then glared up at the Knight. "You have no business here Sir
Knight - now, take your pretty little pony and leave my woods, and do not
come back."

Incredulously, Sir Kathis stared down at the Doe, who stared back, her gaze
blazing with a surprising strength that he found bewildering. Never in his
life, had he met a peasant, who had such strength about them, it was this
that intrigued him. Jessica continued to stare, but her scowl slowly faded
into a look of apathetic disgust, and she flicked a furtive glance up at the
darkening sky.

"Milady - " Began Sir Kathis. "I am a Knight, on the King's business, and I
apologize for intruding into your forest.."

"King? King you say?" Jessica snorted and threw back her head, then her
laughter pealed forth. "I have no need of your pathetic King here. I care
not an ounce of wheat for your King, and I care even less for you Sir
Knight! However - you won't make it out of these woods before nightfall,
that much I know. The least I can do, is offer you my meager home for the
night.."

"Listen to me, you wretch of a stillborn fawn!" Snarled Sir Kathis. "I'll
have you not disparage my Lord's good name.."

"No, you listen to me!" Jessica suddenly snarled. "I've lived in this here
wood for twenty winters plus, Sir Knight.  I know what moves and stirs within
its bounds, and even I know it'd be suicide to try and make it from here
come nightfall. You are welcome at my table this night, but you must leave,
come sunup. Either you accept, or you take that overgrown Shetland of yours,
and take your chances. It matters not to me, except that I'd rather not have
your stinking, rotting corpse within the bounds of my woodland home!"

With that, Jessica turned about and stalked back into her cottage, slamming
the door behind her. Astride his quivering mount, Sir Kathis blinked in
stunned disbelief, then looked around at the growing shadows. Sliding from
his saddle, he petted his mount on the neck, and felt the great warhorse
trembling, its ears flattening, nostrils flaring and eyes showing the whites
as they rolled in their sockets. Shaking his head, he unbuckled the visor
helm he wore, then lashed the reins to a small branch and moved into the
small, but surprisingly warm cottage. As the door closed, the horse whinnied
and reared, then squealed with a long, forlorn cry that echoed off into the
forest..

*

Inside the cottage, Sir Kathis stood, looking around at the crude furniture
and meager possessions of the young Whitetail, who busied herself with
preparing a delicious smelling stew that bubbled in a soot-black cauldron
over a small fire.

"I wasn't expecting...guests." Jessica growled quietly, not even bothering to
look at the Knight. "So you'll have to settle for yesterday's bread, some
goats milk and a wedge of cheese. I don't often get visitors out this way."

"With such a warm and welcoming greeting, I can see why not." Sir Kathis
replied, as he lowered himself into a rickety looking chair, his armor
creaking.

Jessica paused, then glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing in
anger. "If you care not for my hospitality, then you're welcome to walk
right back out that door. I didn't invite you into my forest, and I sure don
't want you here, but since you are here - then perchance, the least you
could do is show a little respect."

Her words struck Sir Kathis like a hammer, and he moved in his seat and for
a moment, actually looked chastised, before he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Milady - forgive me and my impudent manners. I meant no disrespect, its
just that I've ridden the length and breadth of this Kingdom for many weeks,
often without encountering another living person. I offer you my apology,
and I swear on my name, that I shall do my utmost to respect your beliefs
and shall not intrude on you anymore than I already have."

Pausing, Jessica sighed and her shoulders visibly slumped, before she turned
about and looked at the hard packed dirt floor, and furtively looked up at
the Knight, then her eyes dropped again.

"Apology accepted Sir Kathis, and I extend my own - it has been many, many
winters, since I had a male in my cottage. My only companion's have been the
animals of the wild woods, and my Nanny goat but she isn't much of a
conversationalist." Jessica flashed him a weak smile, then slowly curtsied
and held out her paw to him.

Sir Kathis accepted the paw, then raised it to his lips and let his lips
tenderly brush her furred hoof-paw. Jessica blushed deeply beneath her fur,
and then squeezed his hand. With a startled gasp, Sir Kathis grunted as her
grasp nearly broke the bones in his gauntlet clad hand, and Jessica blinked
then hurriedly snatched her hoof-paw back and spun away, busying herself
with the cooking stew. Sir Kathis removed his gauntlets, then looked at his
left hand, seeing the white indentations of where the chain gauntlet had dug
into his flesh.

"That's some grip you have milady." Sir Kathis acknowledged.

"It comes - from having to cut my own wood and other chores." Jessica
responded. "Its been many winters since I."

A choking sob caught in her throat and she swallowed, and then stirred her
stew again, blinking away the salty tears. Sir Kathis blinked, then he rose
and placed his hand on Jessica's shoulder comfortingly. Without warning, she
snarled and shied away, bursting into tears and fleeing to the small
bedroom, whence she slammed the door hard enough to rattle the cracked
plates on the rack above the fireplace.

*

Confused and uncertain, Sir Kathis sighed and walked outside, to tend to his
loyal companion and mount, his mind whirling and churning with thoughts and
feelings he didn't understand.

*

In her bedroom, Jessica threw herself down onto her straw pallet bed and
wept bitterly, clutching a mangy wolf-skin stuffed with straw to her chest,
as she wept. For more years than she could remember, she had pined for her
lost mate, finally, she had resolved her grief and put it behind her then
along comes this Knight, all virtue, goodness and righteousness, everything
her own mate had been.

It was as if a icy dagger had been plunged into her heart, all the dark,
rotten blood of her grief bubbling and gushing to the surface in a wild,
untamed rush of emotions. Emotions she had fought twenty years, to banish
and forget emotions she did not want, not then, and not now.

To Be Continued..

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