{"sf1_id":908822,"sf2_id":"214A5pKe","title":"Welcome to Valhalla: The Children of Earth ; Chapter 4","author":"Aries_Hausdorff","words":1749,"posted_at":"2015-09-09T20:46:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Fennec","Fennekim","Human","Welcome to Valhalla","Wtv","Zebra","amazone"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/908822-welcome-to-valhalla-the-children-of-earth-chapter-4","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214A5pKe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/3a/06/3a06867a-0c6b-4545-8f85-c7aa40d4b4dc","description":"Peter get's int othe mood of how the fennekim show of his \"heroic deed\", until he suddenly realizes he doesn't know where his parents and friends are.\nBut emotional help is there.","content":"subsection{Town of Tehuioy}  \n  \nPeter was pointing at various items, saying their name. When the fennecs were unsure what exactly he meant, each one of them would give his interpretation,  \nenacting the use\u0026nbsp; of the item or providing another explanatory performance.\\  \nSome of those performances were so hilarious that Peter started to laugh heartily. The first time the fennecs flinched back but when the acoustic  \noutburst prooved to be free of danger, they went over to enacting the attack of the tiger on Peter, making it more and more hilarious each time.  \nFinally, laughing heartily, Peter agreed to play the part of the tiger and Harun played Peters part. \\  \nThe fennecs laughter was staccato-like yipping, which sometimes ended in a hiccup-like coughing.\\  \nThe small group followed the gravelroad, passed by the large gates of the white castle. It's gates were wide open, but in the shadow of the gate stood   \ntwo groups a five of the armored amazones.\\  \nThe five fennecs waved to the armored knights, and most of them waved back. Then the five made yet another impromptu performance  \nof Peters feat. Peter had to laugh, as this time he waved to Harun and positioned himself like the tiger had in front of Peter.  \nHarun immideatly took the cue, stepped in front of Peter and mimiced carrying Peters treasurechest that Peter had placed on the ground.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Peter mimiced the growl of the Tiger and lashed out for Harun, Harun ducked, crushed the imaginary chest upon Peters hand who yowled loudly,\\  \nHarun stopped to brush his chestfur before landing the second blow and being obedient in return, Peter threw himself backward onto the ground.\\  \n  \nSnorts and snickers, neighs and spoken words came from the guards at the gate. after a short moment negotiating amongst each other, one of them  \ncame over.   \nShe took off her helmet, a peculiar item with a neck-guard of chainmail sewn to a wide strip of leather, metal plates protecting the   \nlong sides and top of her muzzle and a chainmail veil protecting her throat. She hung it to a hook on her tigh guards  \nand offered Peter her gloved hand to help him up. He was still sitting on the ground and grinned at Harun, having enjoyed partaking  \nin the enactment of, as he started to think of it himself by now, his heroic deed.\\  \nHe placed his hand in hers and she pulled him easily up onto his feet. \\  \nHowever, something caught her interest. Her ears flicked, and she spoke to Harun and Tiz, who made poses Peter interpreted as signs of strength.  \nOr rather of being strong.\\   \nBasically it was throwing a small stone into the air and following it with the head on a much longer flightpath than it actually took.\\  \nShe opened a lock on her armored glove and slipped out of it, then offered Peter her hand again.\\  \nA bit worried what it might mean, Peter placed his hand again into hers.\\  \nWhen she squeezed lightly, he squeezed back.\\  \nNext she squeezed harder, and snorted.\\  \nIt was a strong grip, like real boys gave each other, so Peter squeezed back as strong as he could.\\  \nThe amazone relaxed her grip and so did Peter. She flickered her ears looked from Peter to the fennecs, spoke a bit with them before releasing Peters hand  \nand sliding her armored glove back on.\\  \nHarun zipped to Peters side and bopped the boys nose.\\  \n\"Peter,\" the fennec piped,\\  \nThe Amazone knelt down, thus coming heightwise much nearer to the fennecs and Peter, and tipped her broad black nose with her thumb:\\  \n\"Nisha\"\\  \n\"Okay, I get the knack of this. I just wish I'd understand what they are talking amongst each other,\" Peter thought.\\  \nThen he repeated the by now familiar process of touching his own nase, repeating his name and then he placed his\u0026nbsp; hand slowly upon the amazones broad nose  \nand said her name.\\  \nWhat came as a surprise was that she started to touch and explore Peters ears and hair with her hands. Whilst the fennecs had pawy hands with longer fingers that   \nwas proper for a fox, but shorter than a humans hand, her fingers matched her hands size. \\  \nJust, where the fennecs had claws and pawpads, her fingers ended in horned caps that covered almost the entire fingertip to the outmost joint.\\  \nPeter flinched back when her fingers opened his mouth. She looked to Tiz and Harun, who flicked their ears in circles, and she repeated the gesture.\\  \nThen her right hand took Peters left and guided it to her ear, whilst hers went to his. \\  \nHer muzzle was a handspan from his and her brown eyes looked at him expectantly.\\  \nAfter Tiz kicked his rear end for the second time, looking innocently into the other direction, Peter moved his hand along her ear, curiously massaging and feeling it.  \nAs best as the differing anatomy allowed, Nisha repeated the motions. When he ran his hand through her black-white striped mane, her hand ran through his hair.\\  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Peter smiled. She mimiced those motions, too.\\  \nTo the boy it was hilariously funny. Her head looked like that of a horse, but then again not. She had a mane longer than any horse he had ever seen,  \nand she wore it in a real hairstyle, like some of the older girls at school had worn theirs.\\  \nPeter burst into bubbling laughters and wrapped his arms around her neck and, laughing happily, pressed his head against hers.\\  \nHer armor was hard where he touched it and he felt for a moment how her muscles tensed when he wrapped his arms around her neck. \\  \nBut then, slowly, she returned that gesture, too, and when she moved her head against his like he did, her mane fell over his head like a curtain.\\  \nHolding her, and being held by her, reminded Peter of his mother.\\  \nHis mother?\\  \nIn all the chaos, where was his mother? \\  \nAnd his father? He had been there, just yesterday?\\  \nHis father, and the fathers of the other children, had come for a surprise visit to the great farmstead the children had been evacuated to, months ago.\\  \nOne by one, their mothers had arrived, too, often surprised to find themselves in or around the farmstead, often in some of the nearby farmsteads.\\  \nHis mother had told him one evening when she had come over that the farmstead belonged to the officer of his father.\\  \nAnd yesterday evening...?\\  \nPeters mind drew a blank when he tried to remember anything after his father had invited his mother and him to a glass of a special drink.\\  \nIt had tasted of licorice and Peter had poured half the drink aside when his father hadn't looked.\\  \nHis father had said that the next day, rather, the next time they'd meet, they'd all be together and it'd be a big adventure.\\  \nPeter started to sob when he realized that he had no idea where his mother was, or his father.\\  \nTears filled his eyes and he held firmly to the amazone, which just happened to be there in the moment.\\  \nThrough teary eyes he noticed that Tiz and Harun lifted the amazones mane from his face and looked at him with an expression of worry he knew from his fathers   \ndalmatians.\\  \nThere were heavy steps, silent talk.\\  \nThen the strong arms of the amazone wrapped around his body and he was lifted up.\\  \nHe was carried, carried somewhere. Careful fingertips caressed his neck, his head, and a low murmur was at his ear. \\  \nIt weren't words - at least none he knew - but they told him somebody was there and was caring for him.\\  \nThere was talk around him, pitterpattering paws on gravel and on stonepaved ways.\\  \nYips and voices, sharp scents, the ringing of a hammer on an anvil.\\  \nPeter was very, very worried about his parents. His father had been a soldier, and despite his reassurances that he wasn't fighting on the frontlines, he   \nhad never told him or his mother just what he and his company were actually doing.  \nJust one year ago Peter had been sent to the countryside to a small village to help on a large farmstead.\\  \nWhich belonged to the leading officer of Peters father as he learnt later.\\   \nAnd then a few weeks ago, his mother arrived.\\  \nSome of the older children had said that it was unusual. They had been sent to the countryside already in earlier years,   \nas their towns had been in reach of enemy airstrikes from the begin of the war.\\  \nBut, they had told, it always had been only during the summer, whilst Peter and the other children -   \nall who's fathers were soldiers under the officer to whom the farmstead belonged - were now since almost a year there.\\   \nThey had went to the small school in the nearby village.\\   \nIt had been a mostly normal life, only sometimes seeing the white contrails of the allied bombers in the skies.\\  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;The long, heavy thudding steps of the amazone became muted, gravel giving way to sand. The brightness became dimmed, but more colorful.\\  \nThe voices had changed, less of the neighs and sharp accented language of the amazones, but a much more intense yip-yapping and barking of the fennecs.\\  \nPeter had cried himself dry. He didn't knew where the other kids or his parents were. \\  \nBut he was sure that they had rescued the other children and brought them into the town. The bloody orange paw that had reached to climb into the ...  \nthe THING he had awakened in... had been of one of those beings that had hunted him down the dune.\\   \nTiger people.\\  \nThe amazone had stopped and knelt down when he moved his legs. Her big brown eyes looked sorrowful, there were wet traces in her fur under her eyes\\  \nShe had cried, too.\\  \nHer helmet and gloves dangled from her armor. Harun and Tiz carried Peters treasurechest, one other fennec was running ahead clearing the way   \nand the other two carried his travelcase.\\  \nHis fennecs had been rather quiet and there were many noses poking from open doors and windows. Whiskers twitching and dark eyes peering at him curiously,   \nchittering, yipping. Above the now sand covered road colorful silks acted as sunscreens, making the light mellow and soft.  \nNisha painted lines into the sand, Harun nodded and hugged Peter in a way similar to how Nisha had held him.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/906683-welcome-to-valhalla-the-children-of-earth-chapter-3.json"}