Traveling The Yeormi Desert
Hammosh started pacing around the room with impatience. The tiger that was driving the wagon was now was talking to Fletcher pointed out the door and back to the cabinet of herbs. Fletcher rolled his eyes saying "Well ok you can do that but we have to travel through the Yeormi Desert in search of a zmag. Hey Tigs I'm talking to you! You just asked me if you could take a walk keeping an eye on our werewolf and this is what you do? Ooo you guys are driving me insane! First Blackpawee gets pissing drunk, then Shawnee breaks the string to my longbow, Tabby gives an attitude towards me and, you, you just ignore everything else! What's the matter with you guys!? No you're not in charge of the party, I am because you're stinking idiots! All of you! Sorry except for you back there Furoe. I think because you guys are ligarians you think you can do whatever and Furoe isn't even ligarian! She's taken everything seriously as far as I've known her. She just happens so to be amzarian and most of them these days don't give a crap!" Tigs stared blankly at Fletcher with his mouth open and shrugged his shoulders walking away. Fletcher slunk his head pressing the palm of his hand against his forehead groaning in frustration. Hammosh walked up to Fletcher, in a happy tone he said "Fletcher are you alright? Oh what's with the look? Aah! Eesh sorry... I'll leave you alone". Fletcher put a hand out shooing Hammosh away "Give me a break here...oh why do I have to have the idiots... No get back I don't need a werewolf talking to me right now. I'm in a shitty mood and I've got a headache so go. GO! Oh greag! I said GO!"Hammosh walked back and again he started pacing around the room impatient and he began to grunt and grumble. He swished his long furry scorpion-like tail thumping it loudly on the wooden floor. Because of boredom he stomped his hooves shaking the wagon and repeatedly did it over and over again until Fletcher yelled back in annoyance. "Hey! Stop it! You're getting on my nerves! I swear if you keep on tromping around with your big bovine feet that your going flip the whole wagon over! Now Stop It! No I don't want to hear complaining!" Hammosh stopped it and paced around quietly. While he paced around Tabby took a rolling pin and rolled across the floor. Hammosh didn't see it and slipped falling on his butt and his tail pinned beneath him. He turned his head and snarled at Tabby standing up slowly.
Hammosh paid only attention to Tabby while Tigs pulled his baggy pants back up and sneakily crawled behind him and grabbed a jar from the herb shelf. Tigs quickly and quietly slipped the jar into Hammosh's pocket and snuck all the back away. Shawnee pointed his cat paw at Hammosh and said "Oooo! Hammosh took one of your jars!" Hammosh looked around in confusion now seeing that the ligarians were pointing fingers at him. Fletcher burst though the wagon's door from the front with a look of seething anger. "Give it to me, the jar. Now GET OFF! NO buts!" Hammosh began to protest "B-Bu-But I di" he handed the jar over and Fletcher snatched it out of hand and said more calmly, "I said no buts, get off the wagon. You're staying out from now on." Hammosh stepped off, still the wagon was on the move.
The hyperpotomas grunted and snorted excitedly when Hammosh walked by them they swinged their heads and moved at a faster pace. Hammosh started sniveling and crying not thinking about the fact that he was outside but that he got in trouble. After a couple hours of crying he finally stopped and tried to keep up with the wagon. Every time he caught up to the front Tabby would stick his head out and mock him and Blackpawee would throw things at him just to see his reaction. The ligarians taunted him for two days of travel. Each day they would only stop the wagon for an hours brake and they would be off once again. Every time Fletcher would appear the cats would act as if they've done nothing wrong.
Hammosh was starting to cramp and he was tiring. He wanted to rest but everytime he tried Tigs, Furoe, or Fletcher would yell at him to keep up. Three days later of travel he began dragging his feet across the sands of the Yeormi Desert. His tail was now dragging and he fell onto all fours. He kept on moving and made it in front of the wagon. He started cramping in his lower belly and was so exhausted he fell over on hiss side. His weight falling down caused the ground to shake, "THUUUD". Tigs forced the wagon to a stop.
Fletcher jumped off the wagon and and emediately ran to Hammosh's side. Hammosh's breathing was labored, still he lied on his side and clutched himself. Fletcher asked in concern, "Hammosh are ok? Can you sit up, can you talk? Please tell me what's going on, I'll try my best to help." "I-I-I'm o-ok, just that I'm s-so tired and I just started cramping. Please don't touch me I'm hurting," Hammosh didn't sound like he felt too well. "Cramping? Where?" "My lower belly" "Ok... I have to ask an important question, how many months are you pregnant?" "Months? Why are you asking me that?" "Hey just tell me" "Um four or...five... m-months." "Ok which is it four or five, I need to know." Hammosh went silent for moment then yelped in pain, "FIVE! AAA! NN! Ooo my water broke! My baby's coming... Aaahh! It hurts too much. OOO!" Fletcher immediately grabbed Hammosh by the hands, "Get Up! We're getting into the wagon now! Hey we're having a baby!" Hammosh refused to get up and put his hand on his belly. "No get up! Get up! This is not the time and place to be giving birth now! I know you've managed to keep going when in excruciating pain so there's no reason to be doing this nonsense!" "Stop! Let go of me!" "I'm not letting go until you get inside!" "Just leave me alone I'm too tired!" "This is just getting ridiculous I'm not going to repeat myself. Get Up!" Fletcher was still holding onto Hammosh's hand and he finally stood up. Fletcher led Hammosh back on the caravan. Hammosh began stripping his clothes off. Everyone else got off the wagon except for Furoe, Fletcher, and Weker who was sound asleep.
A few hours later after hearing Hammosh scream and push there was a cry of a baby. Kerlone stayed outside staring out ahead of the sandy desert. Ahead the desert turns a seemingly endless crimson red land. But then he walked and peeked in through the door of the wagon. He saw Hammosh had just gave birth and held in his arms in bed three chubby babies with silver skin all each wrapped up in the softest blankets Fletcher could find. Hammosh had somehow managed to smile and had a tired look on his face. Fletcher sat by Hammosh holding a fourth baby who was smaller and didn't look as healthy as the others.
The cats stared intently at the one Fletcher held in his arms. Tabby took Fletcher's favored shotgun off the shelf and threw it out the window. Blackpawee ran to the front and pressed a dagger against Tigs's throat and whispered something in his ear. Tigs stopped what he was doing and gulped. He looked back and about to call out Blackpawee pressed the dagger further. "Don't you dare..." Shawnee snuck behind Fletcher and threw a burlap sack over his head and stabbed him in the upper belly with a long knife then had him shoved off the wagon. Blackpawee yelled "Move now!" and Tigs went on with the wagon driving off leaving everyone else behind.
Tabby had the smallest of the newborns going off to the corner he dropped it. He fell on all fours opening his mouth widely showing those sharp cat fangs, bitting and digging sharply curved claws into the child. The newborn screamed waking Weker and Hammosh. Furoe was nowhere to be seen. Hammosh pulled himself out of bed sluggishly and walked towards Tabby with a slow look of anger. He pulled his ears and lips back baring sharp fangs werewolf claws began popping out. Smoke pluming and flickers of fire danced in his nostrils and mouth once again. He leaped and snapped his jaws at Tabby who quickly moved off to the side with cat agility.
Hammosh smashed face first into the wall. It became a mad chase inside the wagon while he still was changing into his zmag wolf form, his skin and hair had turned red by now. "Fletcher?! Where's Fletcher?!" Hammosh's voice bellowed sounding frantic. He smashed his massive paw through the wagon wall splintering the wood. Whipping his tail he finally smacked down Tabby and hunched over snapping his jaws shut on the cat and throwing him out the window. Tasting the blood triggered the beast in him. His green glowing eyes were like looking into a green fiery hell.
Hammosh at this point not himself only the beast. He sniffed the air, the scent of the ligarians made him hunt them down. He ran to the front where Tigs jumped back, roared and sprinted off into the long plains grass. The hyperpotomas stopped and looked around in confusion. Hammosh saw it was still daytime and pulled back in. The light blinded him when fully in zmag form now with his red scales and fur patches with the appearance of a dragon wolf creature. He picked up his baby by the scruff of it's neck lying it down on the bed.
He saw Weker fully awake and aware of what was happening. Hammosh kept his distance and growled softly whenever Weker would try to move. They heard rustling outside and then silence. It was now darker outside and Hammosh slinked out the wagon as quietly as possible. In the dark it was like seeing in the daytime normally except it was a world without color. He could smell the blood of a ligarian and a human. He recognized both smells as one he trusts more over the other.
Two things the beast in had in mind: find and finish the ligarian and then find the human. Names were unrecognizable to Hammosh and did not matter to the beast. He started to approach the ligarian and suddenly stopped shaking his head and putting massive paws on his head that beast had lost it's way over Hammosh's consciousness mind. Then it came to him. "Where is Fletcher? Tabby will not to be a bother now. I will find him." Hammosh sprinted across the sand avoiding the long grasses away from Tabby to find Fletcher. He now had lost his scent and came back to the wagon grabbing all of his babies and stepping outside he spread his draconic wings and flew off into the night. "I will never come back here, I'm coming home."
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