The Madcat“Come on, it's just a little further,” Elora coaxed, but while her tone may have worked with their parents it sure as hell didn't work with the gang of children around her feet.The Madcat by ATTynesider
“I'm tired, carry me!” a five year-old Gemcutter whined.
“I want more candy!” a young seahorse protested.
“Four eyes!” a kid Geargrinder jeered at an equally young Electroll for the umpteenth time, only this time he burst into tears. Elora bit her tongue to hold back her fury as she picked him up.
“Behave!” she ordered, “Or I'll tell your parents to take your...Barry, get back over here!”
The skeleton lurking by the lake's edge turned around, revealing its Colosi face, and it ambled back over to her side. Elora faced forward to continue leading the party, but was quickly forced to turn back as she noticed the gang of Sunny Beach turtles making a break for it. As she penned them back into the herd like unruly cowleks she wondered to herself
Night PatrolTick! Tick! Brrrrrrrrrr!Night Patrol by ATTynesider
Elora's book fell from her hands as the alarm trilled the hour. It slammed shut on the floor, losing the page she was up to, but the frustration she should have felt was overpowered by another. With a groan she sauntered over to the alarm and silenced it, then looked hopefully to the hands. Her wish was denied. 9 o'clock; time to go on patrol.
She grabbed her cloak, took up her lantern, and with a sullen march made her way down the steps and to the front door. Through the glass she could see the ever-thickening gloom, and with a groan of discontent she lit the lantern. Summer Forest wasn't exactly threatening in the dark, but wandering in the shadows of the many trees, the hazy moonlight above burning the edges of the leaves as they rustled in the sharp, irregular breeze, it was...disturbing, but this was a job that had to be done. If any of the critters were stranded outside their homeworlds when the portals went off, left alone in the cold and dark, th
Delayed - Chapter 10The world came back to Ripto as a smear of colour, and a very warm one at that. Within seconds of coming to he felt sweat break out from his skin, and he yelped as it dribbled into his eye. He clenched them shut as pain took over, but when it subsided he opened them again and saw a world in focus. A world he was suspended above.Delayed - Chapter 10 by ATTynesider
He swivelled his head to look around, which was difficult under the strain on his neck. Around him was the brickwork of the Harbour's industrial developments, but what caught his eye was what was underneath him: lava. A searing pool of scorching, undulating lava, out of which sprung a heavy-duty chain which rose up to the structures above. Attached to one of its links was a hook, and attached to the hook was his cape, and attached to that and dangling in mid-air was him.
“Argh!” he screamed, and with his fright released his face morphed into a snarl, “What is the meaning of this?”
“Punishment,” a voice said. Ripto looked towa
Delayed - Chapter 9An abominable screech filled their ears as the trolley picked up speed, hurtling along the rusted line and showering the ground below with sparks, but Screwy powered through the chill it sent down his spine, leaning from side to side as it swung around the corners to stop it from flying into the cramped streets or the bubbling lava below.Delayed - Chapter 9 by ATTynesider
“Can you see him yet?” he shouted over the noise. Spyro too shook off his discomfort and peered across the horizon, and with each second he looked a red blot drew ever closer to them.
“Yep,” he shouted back, “I can see him, and we're catching him.”
“Great,” Screwy said, relieved, “Can you fire the cannon alright?”
“Phew,” he said, though there was no relief on his face, “How many shots do we have? There's a dial below the blue switch which should tell you.”
Spyro leaned over the controls.
“Two,” he said.
“Uh-oh,” Screwy whisp