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Post by Herc's_Girl on Feb 6, 2008 17:23:11 GMT -5
Aww..... This still is getting better and better!! Agreed!
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Post by megatude on Feb 13, 2008 20:37:39 GMT -5
Bending over the stream, Meg took her time in washing up. She was hoping she didn't have to face what's-his-name again. But she couldn't delay much longer. Her grumbling belly was a constant reminder of how late the hour was. Indeed, the sun was getting ready to take it's rest. To her utter dismay, upon returning to the house, Hercules remained where he was, sending her a warm smile. Him and Alcmene were seated around the dinner table. And, like a proper gentleman, he stood upon seeing her entrance. Meg raised an eyebrow. Such behavior was foreign to her. Alcmene motioned for her to have a seat between the two. Apparently, Alcmene had prepared dinner, consisting of Vegetable Stew, while Meg had worked in the field. Meg joined them and immediately began to eat, hoping to discourage any awkward conversations. No such luck. Herc swallowed a gulp of stew and attempted to speak, although he was finding it difficult to produce discernible words. "So, Megara, I wanted to....Thank you for helping out my parents." He lowered his head in slight shame. "I have been neglecting their needs." Alcmene placed a hand upon her son's muscled shoulders. "Son, you have no cause to feel guilty. You have much higher priorities to deal with." Herc raised his eyes to meet hers. "And I'm proud of you, dear." She turned to Meg. "He's a famous Hero, you know." Hercules blushed, embarrassed. "Mooooooom!" Meg thought it sounded like an unusual profession. "Really?" Taking a quick once-over of Herc's body, she figured she shouldn't be so surprised. But what did a Hero do? Rescue little kitties from trees? Alcmene proceeded to gush about Hercules' many heroic exploits. Everything from; conquering the Nemeon Lion, A Fire-Breathing Bull, The Man-Eating Mares of Thrace, and not to mention, The many-headed Hydra. Meg wasn't sure whether to be impressed or flabbergasted. Could such mythical creatures truly exist? She shuttered. Hoping she wouldn't have the opportunity to find out, first-hand. Realizing that the pair were waiting for a reaction or comment, she answered; "That's quite the accomplishment." This caused Hercules' blush to intensify. "Gee, Thanks, Megara." She still hadn't gotten use to the name Zebra had labeled her with. Slightly annoyed, she heavily shut her eyes. "It's Meg. Please, just call me Meg." He smiled, pleased to depart from formality, continuing to stare at her angelic face. A sudden tap upon the window, followed by an angry neigh, caused the party to jolt at attention. Outside, looking in, Pegasus motioned to his master that the time to depart had long, past. Hercules groaned, remembering his promise to Phil. He raised out of his seat. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't realize it was so late." He rushed outside, with the two women following, to reassure his winged stallion that he would return with him. Meg stopped short at the sight of Pegasus, taking-in his shimmering wings, and sky-colored mane and tail. Only moments ago was she doubting the existence of such creatures. This was getting to be too much to bear. Pegasus returned her gaze, taking an instant dislike to the young woman. Hercules gracefully leaped onto the horse's back, keeping him steady so not to take-off. Alcmene went to his side and gently stroked his muzzle. "Don't make yourself a stranger son. You'll have to come-by, again, when you Father and, our second farm-hand, Zebra, are home." After meeting Meg, it was an offer he didn't have the heart to refuse. "I'll be sure to do so. That is, if Phil doesn't have me so heavily scheduled." He nodded to Meg. "It was great to meet you Mega....." He was about to pronounce her full name, but a stern look from her hypnotic, violet eyes, reminded him of her preference to the shortened version of her name. A fiery, apologetic, blush bloomed upon his cheeks. "....Meg." Thinking for Alcmene's sake, she responded. "Ummm...right. Likewise." "Have a good evening." He said before turning back to Alcmene. "Say 'hi' to Pop for me. I love you" He waved farewell as Pegasus kicked off the ground, jumping into the wind. Alcmene waved after him. Meg was in slight awe, witnessing the animal in flight. And yet, also slightly nauseous, considering her discomfort for higher places. To this day, she couldn't recall the trigger for the phobia. When the two were out of sight, Alcmene looked to Meg, and she wearily met her gaze. "Soooo, what do you think.?" Uh oh. Meg was afraid it might come to this. "Oh...well, he seems...nice." Alcmene smiled, and led them back inside.
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Feb 15, 2008 19:55:16 GMT -5
Wowie Zowie! Me needs more!
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Post by megatude on Feb 22, 2008 21:32:18 GMT -5
(sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been having guy problems and I've been ill.)
Hercules and Pegasus lightly touched down within the grounds of the Villa. Cautiously checking for signs of a tiny, volatile goat-man, he tip-toed inside. He pressed a finger to hip lips, warning his life-long friend to keep silent. Making his way across the marble-tiled floor, the pair made their way to the weight room, hoping to make-up for his tardiness. Finding the coast clear, Hercules expelled a breath that he had held suspended in his lungs. "I was wondering when you'd finally show." Herc leaped out of his skin, turning to see an angry Phil, his arms crossed, expectantly, over his bloated belly. Herc rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. "Oh...he.... hi Phil. I......I..." Phil brought up a pudgy hand, pausing Herc's stuttered excuses. "I don't wanna hear none of your excuses. We'll discuss your punishment in the morning. For now, hit the sack, kid." Sounding like a disappointed parent. Having his say, Phil retreated to his room. 'Great', thought Herc. 'I'll have all night to dread the coming morning.' He dragged his sandaled feet to his grand, master-bedroom. But a smile soon came in to melt the gloom as he recalled the beautiful girl, staying in his mortal parent's home. He predicted sweet dreams, that night.
The following morning found Amphitryon and Zebra returning home, from completion of their journey. Meg had been anxiously awaiting their arrival all morning, keeping watch from the open window. In the faint distance, she spotted a cloud of dust forming, which could only mean that a wagon was rocking down the trail. A rush of excitement swelled within her, and she rushed to greet them, Alcmene following behind. Zebra leaped from the wagon and met her half-way. Though they'd only been separated for a short time, it was still a noteworthy reunion. The two friends embraced, as did the loving couple. "It's such a relief to have you back", Meg smiled. Zebra nodded. "Like at the conclusion of any good trip; it's good to be back." "Alright", Alcmene interrupted, taking Amphitryon's arm. "I'm sure you're both very tired, so let's continue trading tales in a more comfortable atmosphere." "Sounds good to me", her husband agreed. Together, they returned indoors.
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Feb 23, 2008 11:16:59 GMT -5
Aww I'm sorry to hear that Lyndsay. I can relate to being ill as I'm sure everyone can...as for guy problems I wouldn't know as they keep their distance. -Anyway- I hope everything is better. I just so totally love your fan fictions. You always capture the characters exactly. I can so see and hear all this in my head. That's what great writers are capable of.
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Post by megatude on Mar 1, 2008 20:21:49 GMT -5
Thanks so much, April. Your opinion is very valuable, to me. Guys usually keep their distance from me, as well.
After a replenishing meal, the girls lounged about in the room they shared and recounted the events each had experienced in each other's absence. "So tell me, Zebra", Meg began excitedly. "What were you able to uncover? Did anyone know of your grandfather?" Zebra frowned, reluctant to crush Meg's hopes. "No. I didn't find anything." Meg nodded, not surprised. "But look what I got in exchange for my shoes!" She pulled out the Grecian duds from her nap-sack. "Now we can really look the part." Zebra gently laid the dresses out for display; One was dyed a light lavender, with a darker purple wrap, about the waist. Two bronze clasps held the shoulder straps. The second, was sea-foam green in color, crimped from the waist to the end, just above the ankles. There was a single shoulder strap, leaving the other bare. Zebra pointed, affectionately, to the lavender. "I chose THAT, especially, for you, cause I knew it would fit so lovely with your eyes." Meg was able to smile her gratitude. She was touched by the thought and concern Zebra had put in for her behalf, and felt relieved to finally be able to wear something that would fit. "Thanks Zebra. It's so beautiful." She slipped off Alcmene's make-shift skirt, to replace it with the new gown. She turned in a full circle, modeling every angle for Zebra's view. "It suits you", Zebra approved. "Better yet", Meg added. "It fits like a glove, almost like a second skin." Zebra echoed her friend's actions and changed her own apparel. As the silken fabric slid over her skin, she immediately understood Meg's comment. She would be sure to recommend, Roman clothing, to all. "Excellent choice", Meg smiled. Zebra was grateful she was able to distract Meg's thoughts, of the future. She layed back on her, straw-filled, mattress and stretched out. "Now, tell me about what went on here, in my absence." Meg sat upon her own bed and shrugged. "Oh, nothing much. I milked my first cow...." Zebra gave Meg a surprised, funny look. "Really?! You know, I never pictured you doing that. How was it?" Meg wrinkled her nose, recalling the experience. "It was really weird. Just the feel of those udders......" Her hands tried to mimic the actions, trying to describe the scene. ".....it's kinda hard to describe. But I'll tell you one thing, that animal did NOT appreciate my skill. She, more-or-less, kicked me into a corner." Zebra hid a developing smile behind a cupped hand. "You probably just spooked her." Meg rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "I'm so glad I was able to provide you with a story of comic proportions." "Sorry", Zebra apologized, re-gaining her composure. "At least you learned something new. So, what else happened? Alcmene seemed happy about something." Meg squirmed, uncomfortably. "I suppose, the reason behind that is because......their son showed up." She mumbled out that last statement. Still, Zebra's ears caught the information, and processed it with glee. "He did?!" She leaned forward, eager to hear more. "What's he like?!" Meg groaned. She hated discussing the opposite gender, and Zebra knew it. She prayed it was only curiosity, driving her friend. "I don't know. A guy's a guy, to me." "C'mon, Meg, you know what I mean." Meg sighed, already growing weary of their present conversation. "He's supposedly, a big-time hero, if you can believe THAT." Zebra, also found this strange. "So, being such, he's appropriately built. What was really unsettling, was his demeanor. He seemed, almost........shy." Now, Zebra was really anxious to meet this hero. "Do you think he'll pay, us, a second visit?" Her eyes sparkled. Meg shrugged. "It's almost inevitable. This IS is parent's farm, after all." Zebra fell, back, onto her mattress. "I hope you're right."
End of Chapter 21
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Mar 4, 2008 12:45:36 GMT -5
Oh I'm so loving this more each time I read it and you add something new. It's just great!
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Post by megatude on Mar 8, 2008 18:06:58 GMT -5
Chapter 22
The first frost, of the year, coated the land within the week. Leaving Zebra and Meg laboring, mostly, indoors. They would venture into the chill to help gather firewood, for the hearth. During the late fall and early winter months, no road trips would be taken. Meg hated being stuck inside. She also disliked this feeling of ill-progress, since they wouldn't be able to pick-up their search, for Julius Sanders, for months yet. This fact didn't dampen' Zebra's spirits, she was content with the way things were turning out. Sure, she was worried sick about her grandfather, but like was good here, life was meaningful. She couldn't understand why Meg didn't share in her enthusiasm. Truth was, Meg hadn't been enthusiastic about anything since the break-up, with her ex-boyfriend. She had a hard time entrusting her feelings to anybody. Maybe that was it. Maybe if her heart were healed by the right guy, she wouldn't always want to be on the move. Zebra felt she was up-to the task, of seeking this person. She was a good judge of character. Even from the beginning, Zebra saw through Josh, Meg's ex-boyfriend, for what he truly was; A slimy two-face, chauvinistic pig. Meg was just blinded, by being in love, she couldn't see it, herself. But this time, it would be different, Zebra was on the job and she would succeed. But she had to do this without Meg's knowledge or approval. Otherwise, she would put an abrupt halt to the whole operation (not to mention, throw a tremendous fit). So, Zebra would have to work in secret. First, she had to find a potential candidate. But where was she gonna find such a Superman......?
Mr. Elwood had about reached the end of his rope. It had been months since he'd last gotten in touch with his client; Her professors at school, her landlord, classmates, neighbors, Nobody seemed to have the faintest idea of her, or her roommate's, whereabouts. She had simply vanished, without leaving a single trace. Where was she? Still on the hunt for answers, Mr. Elwood went to investigate the final location he had not ventured; the house in question. When he arrived in Homer City, parking in the cracked driveway, he noticed that a scooter, also, occupied the space. 'Strange', he thought as he heaved his weight through the door-frame of his vehicle. He grumbled approaching the doorway, then struggled to find the right key to unlock the front door. Only, to be further flustered when the matching key broke in-half, wedged in the lock-set. His chubby, double-chinned, face lit-up, like a Christmas tree, in heated anger. How was he suppost to get in now?! He thought about calling a Locksmith for assistance, but.......no. That might take too long, and he'd already wasted, important, good time, concerning these.......college kids! Then, he had an idea. What was it that girl did to open the door, when it was jammed earlier? That's right; she kicked it in! Taking a moment, he looked down upon his stubby legs, feeling doubtful that he could even mimic such actions. Then, he dismissed it. Of course he could do it. OK, so he wasn't in his best, physical shape. And, yes, maybe he'd snuck in a few extra Twinkies, simply because they were there, and calling to his unappreciative belly. But you must understand, that this extra layer of flesh on his body was, simply......padding; Intended to protect his overwhelmed muscles, hidden somewhere beneath. He was still a capable specimen, a worthy opponent to stand against a mere door. If she could do it, surely he would have no problem. He took a deep breath, expanding his chest, then releasing it, making his stomach swell. He then, clumsily, raised his leg as far as it would go, and kicked at the door. The good news was; the force of his kick got him inside, the door flew right open. The bad news; this force sent him stumbling forward and crashing onto the floor. Though he got close enough to the dusty carpet to chew a few fibers, he was feeling pretty good about himself. 'Whaddaya know? That wasn't so bad', he thought, pulling himself upright. Unbeknownst to him; the door hadn't even been locked, or tightly shut, in the first place. But, it's probably best, to leave him in ignorance. He straightened his suit-jacket, and proceeded in searching the house for clues. Taking himself in-and-out, of the numerous rooms, he found nothing out of place. The last place to check was, the basement. Mr. Elwood was a little apprehensive about the idea; After all, it was dark, and who knew what could be down there. He stood at the top of the stairs, leading down, debating the idea. Loosening the collar around his neck, he took a step down. As the step beneath his Loafer groaned with age, his mind began to spin. He'd heard stories told of certain buildings being haunted by the paranormal. And, come to think of it, the disappearance of the original owner, and that of his client, had both started with this house. Could it have been, due to their untimely fate, to have been carried away by............ On that thought, Mr. Elwood's body flinched back, as if a couple thousand volts of electricity shot through him. His spine tingled with chills. What if THEY were below, waiting for him to descend into THEIR trap? He couldn't take it any longer, he had to escape. They wouldn't take him alive! He shot himself outta there, like a thingyed bullet, throwing himself into his SUV, whimpering like a baby. The vehicle squealed out of sight, with a new determination to look for a new line of work.
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Mar 8, 2008 18:53:04 GMT -5
This made me laugh! Keep up the Amazing work Lyndsay.
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Post by megatude on Mar 15, 2008 19:02:06 GMT -5
Phil gave Herc his, well deserved, crunch-time, but it wasn't so bad. The hero-trainer may have been demanding and impatient but, he still retained a human heart, half-goat or not. And, truth-be-told, he cared, deeply, for his student and his well being. Hercules was the best trainee he'd ever taken under his wing. Compared to all the other, hot-shot heroes, Herc was like a dream come true. Yes, at times the kid would fumble and make uncalculated mistakes, but he'd always redeem himself and pull through, in the end. Focus was his main flaw, he could be easily distracted. Phil understood that Herc was still young and needed his leisure time. But there was also a time, and place, for everything; A time for work, and time for a......semi-personal life. As of late, Herc was on fire! He obeyed whatever Phil requested. It seemed as if he were trying to make amends for his recent tardiness. Though the temperature was dropping steadily, this didn't slow down Greece's need for a hero; Crime and distress still ran rampant throughout the country. Still, the famed hero seemed slightly distracted. Not enough to keep him from completing the challenges he faced, but his mind seemed elsewhere; Like a boy racing to finish his chores before being allowed to go out and play. Phil had watched this behavioral pattern with interest and concern. It was natural for a coach to observe his student's performance, and offer advice and tips (Or, in this case, give colorful criticism). So, Herc was unaware of Phil's worry. It was during a typical D.I.D. (damsel-in-distress) rescue, did Phil's suspicions mount. For example; Twas but a normal day, until trouble arose. Phil and Herc, along with Pegasus, were just patrolling the City-State, when a shout of warning erupted their watch. "Look out! Run-away chariot!" The trio's head's whipped towards the shout, just in time to witness just that, as it whizzed-by, carrying the echo's of the fair occupant's shriek. Apparently, the horse pulling the cart had, somehow, gotten spooked and was now running wild down the streets of Thebes, placing the fair damsel, and other pedestrians walking the road, in danger. Hercules, fearfully, sprang into action. With a determined look upon his god-like features, he raced after the cart. Playing his part, Pegasus took flight, to help overcome the distance. Coming-up beside Herc, he leaped onto his partner's back, and flew together in pursuit. Floating just above the girl, Herc came-up with a strategic plan. The lovely, but frightened damsel, peered skyward. "Help me!" She screamed, her blonde curls flapping in her face. Hercules urged Pegasus closer, where he jumped, landing in the chariot next to the maiden. He searched for the bridle, in which he'd hoped to stop the rampaging beast. He found them, slapping against the horse's mane, out of his reach. He groaned, nothing was ever easy. He prepared for another leap, when the damsel grasped his arm in panic (and the chance to feel his steel-like arms was just too good to pass up). "Where are you going?!" Hercules gently, but with slight annoyance, pried her grip from himself. "I'm going to stop the horse!" He shouted over the commotion, as if it weren't obvious. Without waiting for further objections, Herc leaped forward, landing upon the steed's back. He quickly snatched up the tangled bridle and pulled back, hard. Still frightened, the horse protested, throwing it's head from side-to-side. But, before long, the beast gave in to Herc's superiority, and slid to an abrupt halt. Heaving a sigh of relief, Herc dismounted the nervous horse, and tied him to a near-by post. The spectators cheered wildly as Herc stroked the animal's muzzle, in an effort to comfort it. On cue, the rescued damsel threw herself onto her rescuer, in gratitude, and the desire to be under his sapphire gaze. "My hero!!!" She gushed, taking advantage of the situation. Receiving praise from the crowd and his trainer,(whom had finally caught up, having been left behind. Let's face it; the coach was not in as great of shape as his student) Hercules graciously stepped away from the girl and politely patted the top of her head, her stiff curls bouncing. "Glad to be of help. Try to be more careful." He casually walked away to join Phil, still panting and heaving, and Pegasus. The girl's face fell with shock. Did she just get the brush-off? The hero's heart seemed unattainable. In truth, his heart was elsewhere, on a farm in Arcadia. Phil was dumbfounded. Hercules never responded to his rescue-e's advances, but he at least acknowledged them. Something had happened on his last visit to his mortal parent's farm, and Phil was determined to uncover what.
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Mar 16, 2008 21:51:27 GMT -5
Oh Lyndsay as always I can't wait for more.
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Post by megatude on Mar 22, 2008 19:25:11 GMT -5
The following morning, Phil found Herc just where he should be; In the fitness yard, building his strength. All this without being requested to do so? Something was motivating him, that much was certain. It was time to find out what was so different about his last visit to the farm than from his countless other visits. Hercules was lifting a large barbel, weighing well over a ton, high above his head in steady repetitions, without any sign of strain or discomfort, while Pegasus watched on, offering his support when needed. Tentatively, yet in mind to be casual, so not to arouse Hercules' suspicions, Phil stepped onto the field and cleared his throat, to catch the kid's attention. Hercules paused in mid-lift, and rolled his head to glance behind him. "Oh, hey Phil. I was just, ya know, getting an early start on my morning workout." Phil nodded. "Excellent kid." He combed through the few straggly hairs atop his head, contemplating, exactly, how to approach the situation. "Say, Herc. Ya remember the D.I.D from the other day?" Herc stopped lifting altogether, finding his teacher's question strange. Rarely did he ever discuss the girls he came across, except perhaps to chase them, himself. Perplexed, he set the barbel onto the dirt and rolled his square shoulders, loosening the muscles. "I guess....What about her?" "Oh, no reason. Did you......think she was......pretty?" Herc shrugged. "I don't know. I guess. To be honest, I really didn't notice." Phil wasn't getting anywhere this way. He nervously tugged on his beard. "Well...have there been any gals that have caught yer eye?" Now Herc was worried. What was Phil getting at? Wasn't he measuring up to his trainer's image of a hero? He'd been focused (for the most part) and followed through. "Have I done something wrong, Phil?" The goat-man waved his hands, frantically trying to backpedal, clearly seeing that he was giving the kid the wrong idea. "No, no. It's not like that, it's......" "Haven't I been doing a stand-up job?" "No! I mean, yes. You've been doing great." Phil was confusing himself. "But you know what they say; All work and no play makes you a boring boy." Herc scratched his head, finding error in his statement. "Uhh, I think you mean 'dull' boy." "Whatever", Phil dismissed. "Besides", Herc continued. "Back in High School, whenever I even looked at girls you scolded me in endless hero lectures, and told me..." He switched to version of Phil's voice to impersonate; "'Kid, keep those bulging eyes contained in your sockets, or I'll give them on loan to Argus.'" "OK! I get it", Phil yelled, his frustration building, trying to get his point across. "All I'm saying is that, perhaps, you could use a little...." He couldn't believe he was saying it. "....time off. You know....." He climbed upon his pupil's shoulders and padded his head. "...to clear yer head. You just seem, 'not all there'." Herc lowered his trainer back upon the ground, and knelt before him. "Really? What did you have in mind?" Phil had to choose his words carefully, so not to reveal too much of his plan. "Look, I understand than one must make an effort to see his family...." "But, I see my father every night at his temple", Herc argued. Phil groaned, sliding a hand slowly down his reddening face. "I meant yer mortal parents, rookie!" Phil didn't miss the glint of excitement spark within his pupil's peepers. Hercules caught Phil's recognition and tried to cover-up any emotion he'd betrayed. He smiled. "Oh, well, if you think so...." Phil nodded, grateful that Herc was playing along. "Absolutely, kid. I insist that WE pay them a visit." We? Uh oh. Pegasus' head jerked up, looking quite unhappy from this news of returning to the farm. Was Phil crazy? "P..phil....you don't have t...t.to do that." The goat-man felt triumph underway. "It's no trouble, kid. Besides, it's been ages since I've been to yer parent's farm." Herc began to sweat, which was a rare occurrence, out of nervousness. How was he gonna hide THIS from Phil? As a final desperate act to ditch Phil, Herc offered; "But...what about the Villa?" That should hold him. "I know you don't like to leave things unguarded." Phil waved this off. "No problem. Torrin can look after things for an afternoon, while we're gone." "Torrin?" Torrin was a young man with dark hair, and eyes to match, about Herc's age. He was hired to be a companion/bodyguard, when Phil was.....unavaliable. Fortunately, he and Herc had become good friends, since him and his school chums went their separate ways after graduation. He had a lean, muscular frame. Uncomparable to Herc's toned physique, but less awkward compared to Herc's best friend from school, Icarus. The young-man also handled the hero's, largely, growing finances. Herc sighed, there seemed to be no way around this 'disaster waiting to happen. "Ya. Why didn't I think of that..."
End of Chapter 22
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Mar 23, 2008 21:48:22 GMT -5
This is getting so exciting!
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Post by megatude on Mar 29, 2008 15:51:56 GMT -5
Chapter 23
Come to find out, the family cow, Clio, was expecting a calf. Much to the delight of Alcmene and Amphitryon. She must have come across a Bull while grazing in the field.(Or, to be more precise, the Bull came across her) But the pregnancy was rather delicate, seeing as how the animal was, like those that kept her, slightly aged. Also, loosing a few calves being still-born. She'd been an anniversary gift to the couple, given by Alcmene's father, before he passed. So, she needed someone to check in on her, periodically, to make sure she didn't do anything to strain herself. Meg had a solution. She didn't want her martial art skills to dwindle with time. She needed a place, preferably out of the cold, to re-dress her skills. What better place to do so than the barn? And, while doing so, she could keep an eye on the 'milk factory'. A match made in heaven? She thought so. But she needed some equipment. So, she found a tall, burlap sack, and filled it with sand. She used a length of sturdy rope to close off the opening. Then, with the other end, threw over the rafter beams, above. Taking the loose end, hanging down, she pulled hard, using her full weight to lift the sand-filled sack, efficiently using the pulley system. Reaching the desired height, Meg tied off the rope to the frame supporters, leaving the sack suspended above the ground. Satisfied, Meg nodded and looked over her work. This would do. She replaced her Grecian gown with the one Alcmene had lent, which was the attire she preferred to do her work in. She began her exercise with a course of stretches; toe-touches, to loosen the hamstrings. Then some butterflies. Lengthening her body by bending sideways, reaching out. Clio and Penelope, whom were housed inside the barn, looked at her oddly as she twisted and bent, with the tilt of the head. Meg stared back while in a difficult pose. "What? You think this looks easy?" The two animals looked to each other, confused. Shrugging off the momentary distraction, Meg regained her focus and delved into heavy breathing techniques; she inhaled a gulp of breath and exhaled, slow and even, pin-pointing her energy upon her target. What always caused her skill to come-out effective, was to imagine her opponent to be in the form of something, or someone, she despised. And I bet we can all guess what that would be. Though, what she'd told Zebra earlier was true; she was over her ex. But the impact and devastation of the break-up left some deep scarring. It seemed as though a black-hole had been plowed through the center of her heart, sucking her emotions into the void. This left room for her to express her more....feisty, fiery side. But this mental apparition had served her well and won her many victories. Unhealthy? Perhaps....for those who challenged her. Coming out of her meditated trance, she unleashed her fury upon her home-made punching bag, fists and legs striking endless blows. Becoming lost in the adrenaline, she didn't hear Zebra come in. She was carrying a small basket, intended to fill it with eggs that she would collect from the small number of chickens, housed in the corner. Her dark eyes widened with shock at the scene before her. She folded her arms over her chest with authority. "Meg....." Meg flinched upon hearing her name. "What do you think you're doing?" Meg smiled, sheepishly. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm keeping an eye on Clio." Zebra shook her head. "So I see." She continued in her task, bending down before the nests and plucked up the eggs within. "Well, when you're done with that, lunch is almost ready." Meg waited until Zebra made an exit to the house to back-sass. She turned to the animals. "Well, I believe that 'snub' was un-called for." Sighing, she changed into her, more appropriate, dress. Shutting the large barn door behind her, she followed Zebra's steps into the house. The smell of cooked eggs and bread greeted her entrance. She said, 'good afternoon' to Alcmene and Amphitryon, and assured them that Clio was doing just fine. Just as she took her place at the table, the sound of a horse's whinny could be heard from outside.
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Mar 29, 2008 21:38:42 GMT -5
This just gets more interesting by the second. Keep up the good work!
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