September 17, 2003

 

“Don’t even look at me Nishien,” Buddi winced as Ursa got up without saying a word and headed over to Timmy. She pulled him out of his seat and smacked his backside hard several times.

“You're going to watch that language,” the seven year old glared at Ursa. Buddi wanted to jump across the table and teach a lesson of his own to Timmy, but a look from Ursa made him stay where he was.

“Buddi, you can have the day to play; Timmy I want you to come train with me.” She instructed as she headed out the door.

Buddi leaned over to the boy spoke, hard and cold,

“You stay away from her.”

Timmy rolled his eyes as he spoke,

“Or what, Mamma’s boy? You're going to go crying to her?” Buddi had to use everything he had to not jump at the cub.  He turned and headed outside to play instead.

Unnoticed to Buddi, he had left his flute on the table. It hit Timmy’s eyes. An evil grin went across his face. He got up and walked over to Buddi’s place, and took it in hand. Then he headed out passed the gates.

 

“Kid, I thought Ursa said for you to go train with her.”

“Shut up Byo hazard, I do as I want, got it?” Timmy growled he dodged the hand that had tried to connect with his face.

“You're a slow nisha, Byo hazard!” For miles you could have seen Ryo’s face turning bright red. Timmy took that as the sign to leave.

Once out in the open, Timmy spotted where Buddi was; he called to him. Buddi looked up to see what Timmy wanted. The seven year old pulled Buddi’s prized possession out and showed it to him. Buddi growled and charged at him; he stopped as soon as Timmy waved the thing over the side of the canyon.

“You come any closer it goes over the side.” Buddi glared at the child, thinking of a way to get that flute back; he looked behind him a bit to see Ursa walking up behind him and she looked MAD! He knew that she had to come and get him to train. But she was far more angrier than that. It made Buddi shiver. She turned the boy around,

“I told you to come to me, you pick on my boy, and you disrespect one of my best guards.” She reached to grab hold of his ear, he backed up making her miss, but she grabbed his arm.

“Let go of me, you old Hag!” It was taking everything that she had not to just kill the cub. Instead of fighting with him, she just picked him up and carried him back. But not before handing Buddi his flute back 

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