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Claws of Chaos	By : Collip99 Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 4779 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Oswyn slept soundly as Schwenk left the ferryman’s hut. The sun was struggling above the eastward horizon and the river was thick with mist and doleful bird calls. He shivered in the chilly mists and headed towards the taller buildings that indicated ‘the town centre’. The population was a bustling one thousand or so and already the bakers, butchers, fishmongers and grocers were setting up their market stalls. Most, to Schwenk’s abject surprise, greeted him cheerily. They clearly had regular visits from humanity, thought Schwenk.
“I say...can you tell me where the tavern is?” Schwenk asked a nearby portly ocelot who was setting up his bread stall (the aroma of which was astounding!).
“Why yes, sir…head up the street to the town square and you can’t miss it…The Seventh Star you’ll be wanting is it?”
“I guess so….yes…” Schwenk smiled.
“You’ll be there in less than minute…say…would you like to be my first customer today? Fresh roll? Still very warm, sir…” he held out a delicious looking roll. Schwenk’s belly rumbled.
“Well, that would be lovely…but…erm…I’m financially embarrassed right now…” he patted his empty pockets.
“Oh…well…you can be my first good deed of the day then, sir…” he placed the toasty hot roll in Schwenk’s hand. “Have a lovely day…”
For a moment Schwenk was speechless.
“Oh, yes…thank you very much…have a great day yourself…” he smiled and munched on the roll and he headed up the street.
The Thundercats stowed their bedrolls and equipment. It was chilly and they all shook off the embers of night and hit the road.
“Can we at least agree, for the rest of this journey…not to discuss….him…” Lion-O asked politely to Pumyra.
“I would imagine I could do that…can you all promise to keep your disrespectful comments in your heads?” she looked at the other three. They all nodded without a word. Pumyra nodded in return and then they followed the long and winding road towards town. Even at a hard pace they wouldn’t expect to get into town until sunset, but they kept an even pace that would mean they’d get to town in the dark.
“Do you know much about this place?” Tygra asked Lion-O
“Not really, no…I have never visited this place, this planet even. All I can assume is that this is a relatively peaceful world with a mixture of all sorts populating the towns and villages. I also know that the bedrock is full of all sorts too…Enough to jammy up radars, sensors, compasses and everything that modern aircraft and spacecraft need. That alone sets a finite limit to progress here. No modern machinery exists because it wouldn’t work. No airports, no spaceports…backwards really!” he replied.
“Backwards or idyllic?” Pumyra asked back.
The lion shrugged. “It’s only a matter of semantics…”
“So when we get to town where should we head?” Bengali asked a question that was on everyone’s mind.
“Well, best bet is to find the mayor and ask for his help…”
“What do we ask him?” Tygra asked Lion-O.
“Whether he knows how to solve the riddle of millennia, that nobody has solved.” Pumyra pointedly answered.
“Pumyra…please…Our agreement?” Lion-O chided gently. There was a moment’s pause.
“I apologise. That was uncalled for…” she said softly. They continued walking.
Jinx sat on the riverbank, shivering.
He should’ve been in town by now, but his fear of water had eventually driven him to land for the duration of the darkness. He was absolutely, thoroughly and totally miserable. Cold, wet and hungry and as it turned out, still plenty of miles from town. He thought about Gaston Schwenk and he could not hold back the urge and he roared loudly in frustration.
“I say...you OK, fella?”
Jinx turned around and saw….a human. He was dressed in simple garb.
“Not really a great morning to be taking a swim…” he chuckled.
“No…” Jinx replied sourly and stood up. “You have food? A drink?”
“Erm…no, I’m tending the crops at the moment…home is a few miles over that hill…if you come with me you can enjoy some of my produce…”
“What do you produce? Pig? Chickens? Lambs?” he licked his lips.
“Erm no….turnips!”
At that moment in time Jinx could only think of ramming a large turnip up the human’s fundament.
“Pity….ah well…I’m a cat…I'll survive…” he walked slowly towards the human, looming over him.
“Well…erm…yes, that’s the spirit…” he chuckled nervously.
“Now, now…” he grabbed the shoulder of the human. “Why so nervous, fella?”
“I really need to be…be…getting back to my…my…”
“Turnips? Really? From memory they don’t really need much looking after…” just then his belly rumbled.
“Oh…I’m sorry…there is some urgency, but only one of us will survive it!” his eyes narrowed. He then leapt into the tree, with the human screaming into the tree. The turnips remained impassive to what followed.
Schwenk pushed through the large, oaken door and into the musty bar area.
“Hello?” he called.
“Hello…” a voice replied. Schwenk looked around but saw nobody.
“Talking tables? Now that’s a first!!” he replied.
“You silly ass!!” a tall, red headed lioness stood up from behind the bar. Schwenk initially jumped as he thought Lion-O had overtaken his plan.
“Whoa, you’re a jumpy goose!” the lioness chuckled.
“Ass…Goose? You a farmer’s daughter?” Schwenk replied.
“Oh ha ha…do I look like a farmer’s daughter?” she put hands on hip and invited scrutiny.
“Well…erm…no, probably not!”
“Well then! Now, kind stranger, how may I help you?” she said sarcastically.
“If I take a room for the evening do I have to pay for extra customer service?”
The lioness pursed and chewed her lips for a moment and then beckoned Schwenk forwards with her forefinger. He carefully approached the bar.
“Closer, silly…” she tapped the bar top. He gulped and went to the bar. She whispered in his ear very softly.
“The last human who was rude to me ended up as my supper…mm, hmm…” she nodded conspiratorially. Schwenk took a step back.
“Where are my manners? Do you have a room I can have for the night?” he asked cheerily.
“Why of course, sir…I’m glad you asked…Please, take a seat and let me get my ledger…” she grinned and skipped (yes, skipped!) to the office.
“Oh boy…” he rubbed his hands over his tired, stubbly face. His dreamy reverie, if you could call it that ended when a large, dusty ledger was dropped on his now resting hands.
“Aaaaargh!!” he yelped.
“Whoops, clumsy me…Now…let me see…hmmmm…How about….hmmm…” she looked at his for ten seconds. “Yes…room five! Sign here…” she put a claw on the next empty line. Schwenk scribbled in the ledger. The lioness scrutinised this.
“Well…Doctor…Smith…Doctor, huh?” she laughed “I’ve got one or two things you could take a look at….”
“Oh yes, you sure have!” he winked. The lioness jaw set and the human was on the floor before he realised he’d been backhanded. The lioness vaulted over the bar and stood over his head. She was a tall, muscular lioness.
“I meant my fucking feet!!” she growled and shoved her right foot in his face and rubbed it in. “Pervert…”
“Sorry…” he whimpered from underneath cheese central.
“Should think so too…Now get up and let me show you your room…sir…” she removed her foot. Schwenk got up painfully and he rubbed his face….again. He followed the, what he assumed to be schizophrenic, lioness.
“Here we go…room four…”
“Oh…you said room five…” he ventured.
She swung around. “You saying I’m wrong?”
“No, no, no, noooooooo” he replied in haste. “Room four…love it….lucky number, in fact!” he smiled.
She smiled in return. “I thought it may be, that’s why I picked it…I’m lovely like that!”
“Y-Yes…” he nodded.
“No luggage?” she frowned. “You expecting me to carry up your baggage?”
“No, no…I travel very light…erm…”
“Yes…sir?”
“Well…erm, do you do food?”
“Of course I do, you silly pig…What would you like?”
“Erm…well….breakfast?”
“Well obviously?! What kind? I do a lovely oatmeal…”
“Oatmeal?”
“Something wrong with my oatmeal??”
“Nothing at all...one lovely bowl of oatmeal please…” he smiled.
“Fine, sir…get settled and come back down in five minutes then…” she smiled and skipped down the stairs (which sounded like stampeding elephants). Schwenk shut the door and collapsed to the floor. “Bloody hell…she’s worse than the bloody Thundercats!” he groaned and rubbed his sore cheek. “A one cat army!” he got up and looked around his modest room. The bed was big enough, he thought this was probably a single bed, but a single for a large cat, so plenty big enough for him. He looked around the room and then out of the window. He knew the clue was something to do with the tavern, but he wasn’t clear on what, exactly. “Come on Schwenk…we’re on a time limit here…” he muttered to himself. “Think, think, think…” he said out loud.
Thinking would’ve been easier before you were squished by that lioness. His inner dialogue helpfully replied.
Still, don’t worry…I’m sure that lovely oatmeal will help you collect your thoughts… it stated sarcastically.
“Shut up!!” Schwenk snapped at…himself. “How can I end up with the universe’s only self-sarcastic inner voice!” he snorted.
Oh yes, Gaston, it’s ALL about you!! It replied. Schwenk gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.
Chop, chop…time for round two with the lioness!
“Shut up! I swear to Gods…if you don’t shut up I'll…”
What? Oh come on, this WILL be good…what will you do to the little voice inside your head!?
“Take some more drugs and shut you the FUCK UP!!!” he shouted. This time the voice did not reply. Schwenk smiled, he had gotten ‘one over’ on…himself! He took a deep breath and left the room. He walked back downstairs and saw a large bowl of steaming of oatmeal on the bar. Behind the oatmeal was the lioness, clearly proud of her achievement and grinning from ear to ear and she rocked on her heels.
“Eat up, chicken!” she declared.
Schwenk sat down and poked dubiously at, what ostensibly looked like, warm liquid plaster. The lioness looked at the human. “Problem?”
“Oh…erm…no…just waiting for it to cool down…feel free to go about your business…don’t want to keep you!”
“Oh that’s OK, I’m happy watching you…”
“Watching me?”
“Sure…everyone knows that cats like to study and watch their prey!”
“Prey?!” he looked up.
“I’m just kidding….for now…” she game an enigmatic grin.
Schwenk blew on a spoon of thick oatmeal and put it in his mouth.
“Mmmm….mmm…” he chewed and swallowed. “Wow…that’s mighty…erm…filling…” he smiled.
“Tasty??” the lioness ventured.
“Well…erm…it does have a taste…yes…” he replied diplomatically. She clapped her hands together and giggled.
“Finish the whole bowl then, soldier!” she looked intently at the human. He then, reluctantly worked his way through the whole darn bowl. Another customer came in and sat next to Schwenk.
“Hey, Sveta….breakfast please…”
“Would you like some oatmeal, I’ve made some special…”
“No, no…just bacon, sausage, eggs, toast and blood pudding…please…” then there was silence.
“You got it….give me five minutes…” and Sveta the lioness disappeared.
The new customer, a tiger, chuckled.
“You got lumbered with the infamous oatmeal, huh?”
“She never bloody told me there was cooked breakfast!” Schwenk replied sourly.
“I know…she game me a pot of the blasted stuff once for my poorly wife…”
“Did it make her better?”
“Fuck me, no…we use it to fill holes in the wall…still there too…Amazing stuff…Your poor, tender human stomach will never break it down…”
“This Sveta…Is she a little….um…”
“Crazy? Like a sackful of squirrels, my friend…”
“Does she like humans??”
“Sure, sure…but couldn’t eat a whole one!” he laughed loudly. Schwenk joined in nervously.
“That is a joke…right?”
“Is it? Not entirely sure myself, but be warned…you upset and…”
“You get a punch and a foot in the face!”
“Ahhhh…what was the crime?”
“Possibly regarding her tits in a positive light…”
The tiger pursed his lips.
“You’re still alive…that’s pretty good!”
Sveta came out with a huge plate of fried breakfast. She looked at the empty oatmeal bowl. “Awwww…good lad…” and she ruffled his hair like a parent would a five year old.
“Say…Sveta…erm…do you know why this tavern has the name that it has?”
“The Seventh Star? Not a clue…kinda funky, huh?”
“Yeah….funky!” he nodded. “I need to go and have a lay down, if that’s OK…”
“Go for it, sport…Say…how do you intend settling your tab?”
“When I check out tomorrow…cash…Is that OK?”
“Cash? Always welcome here…” she smiled. Schwenk walked slowly up stairs and then flopped onto his bed. His belly groaned in protest. He also knew he had to leave via the window tomorrow, as he had zero cash. He imagined that Sveta wouldn’t be very philosophical about non-payment, so he’d avoid her if at possible.
Speaking of gurgling bellies, the belly of Jinx was full and very content. He lay in the crook of a large tree, digesting the good bits of the human farmer. He had put up a good fight and Jinx had enjoyed playing with his food before killing it. Now the sun was well up and he knew he needed to move. He groaned as he knew the cold and mostly wet river awaited. He pushed his log in and this time used his powerful legs to kick and propel himself faster towards town and towards his target.
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