Dark Silver: Chapter 15 (FINAL CHAPTER!)More Like This
The attack on the Spinners ended up being a mistake. Though many spinners were brutally slaughtered, far too many gnawers were lost as well. Eventually he was forced to order a retreat; he would need every soldier he had if the Warrior was as mighty as the prophesy hinted. He now firmly believed that the Warrior was responsible for Ripred's death. Who else would be able to take out a Rager and live?
Finally he received news from a moth sent by Bloodripper: The Warrior is closing in on The Maw. Troops need to be posted there immediately.
Gorger wasted no time in gathering up many of his finest soldiers who were not currently in battle. He had them spread out in the cliffs that overlooked The Maw and the pit that held his Overlander, telling them to wait for the signal. Contrary to what his generals advised him, he waited with them. He wanted to see the Warrior for himself. He wanted to see him die.
They waited a long time. To Gorger it felt like years passed. Every once in a whil
Dark Silver: Chapter 14More Like This
The next two months were quiet. The war had been spiraling down over the last eight months but now it seemed as though another time of unofficial peace had been declared. Gorger found this to be most satisfactory. His old troops could rest and regroup while new troops were trained. His generals could plot and scheme to their hearts content without feeling like they had to come up with the usual last-minute strategy to impress him with. This lull also gave him time to spend with his new pups.
They were wonderful little things. He somehow knew that there would be no deaths in this litter; the whole feel of the situation was different. Fallenstar was the most active he had ever seen her. She would actually join him and Lurker when they played with the pups until she grew tired and would sit down to rest. Soon enough she would be joining them again though; chasing the pups around in dizzy circles of glee.
It was a time where Gorger felt that all was well. The war was not troubling him and
Dark Silver: Chapter 13More Like This
A month later he started receiving a small trickle of intelligence from Bloodripper, who in turn received it from his newest informant Henry. Gorger was pleased that at least this scheme had worked. His mood significantly lightened, though his explosive temper continued to grow worse over time. The passing of time seemed to become more and more apparent to him and he started looking into the only human literature that any gnawer was ever concerned with: Sandwich's prophesies.
He had known about them since he was a pup but he had never truly cared about them nor even given them much thought. However, for some unknown reason, they suddenly became important to him. It was the Prophesy of Gray that irked him the most. It was all mystery and vagueness. There was no way to tell when it would take place. He started dreaming about it unfolding during his reign. The Spinners would turn against him, he’d have to face off against every creature of the Underland with nothing but his own claw
Dark Silver: Chapter 12More Like This
It was two months after Forfend's failure that Bloodripper appeared before King Gorger again. Gorger was not as eager to set eyes on him as he had the last time he showed up. In his opinion Bloodripper had yet to do his job. He lounged on his side, attempting a relaxed look as the black and brown gnawer stood before him. Those unreadable eyes were starting to get to him...
“State your business and then leave,” Gorger was not interested in having the gnawer stay long. Bloodripper inclined his head in a gesture of respect and rasped, “I heard about what happened with the Hissers. I've been trying to reason with them but they, regrettably, no longer desire a treaty. Such shallow, easily swayed creatures...they would not have made suitable allies to your cause.”
Gorger snorted angrily, “Is that what you have been doing all this time? And who are you to say who would make a good ally to me or not?”
As if sensing his anger, Bloodripper lowered his voice to
Dark Silver: Chapter 11More Like This
A year rushed by like the river itself. As a king Gorger became stronger, fiercer, and more ruthless. Thoughts of his own death weighed heavily on his mind and Fallenstar's quiet, peaceful presence kept him from making stupid decisions out of anger or fear multiple times.
As a queen Fallenstar became even more withdrawn than before. Fortunately Gorger's presence drew out her inner strength. She never had a problem telling him that a particular strategy he developed would not work or that he was becoming distracted with the unnecessary details of war. She kept him on task and focused. Together they were a force to be reckoned with and neither could imagine life without the other.
After thinking on the advice given to him by the gnawer Bloodripper, he eventually decided that he could survive having his young, adult son wander around with some trusted bodyguards like the gnawers Bloodlet and Jawbreak. Fallenstar was not so convinced but Lurker had begged that she let him go out and she ev
Dark Silver: Chapter 10More Like This
“Little Lurker”, as Forfend so fondly called him, was not allowed outside the Bowels on his own as the months passed. Gorger made sure that this was how it always would be until he said otherwise. He did not want to take any chances with his only living son and he didn't trust him to stay out of trouble.
At first the young male had seemed content with staying around the Bowels but after about a year had passed he became more restless and actively tried to escape. Gorger was often too busy with checking on the Overlander's progress, getting rid of Nibblers, and running his kingdom to do anything about it. Fallenstar kept a mental “eye” on Lurker and was usually the only reason why he was caught when trying to sneak out.
Once again Fallenstar informed him that Lurker had managed to get out. However before Gorger could send out gnawers to bring him back, his son was brought back by a gnawer he had never seen before. This gnawer had brown and black blotched fur and
ThinkJust stop to think.More Like This
Think about what you're doing.
Your hand clenched in a fist,
And your victim curled up in a ball.
Is this any way to treat a human being?
What is wrong with you?
I see you'll turn on me now.
Your face contorted with rage.
I'll take any hit that you throw at me.
Just listen while your ears are in range.
Think about how you're treated.
Think about them.
You've got it good,
You just don't see it.
Look up to the sky.
See the souls reflected there.
They cry as you beat them,
Treat them like dirt.
I don't care what you do to me.
Just think about them.
How would you feel?