Niome And Dieome: The Keepers Of Keron

Niome shivered as she heard a roar of voices come closer to her small hut.

Looking back out the small window, she saw a horde of catnis charging twords her, weapons held in their hands, armor on their chests and head. Some of them ran on all fours, leading the attack. The rest wore thick souled black boots. They never seemed to stop coming from the surrounding forest.

Niome stood up franticly and stuck her head out the window in aw. What was the meaning of this? She turned twords the coin that seemed to mock her. Unlucky...

"CHARGE MY SEEKERS! BRING GLORY TO US!" a purring voice screamed from the forest.

How come that voice sounded so familiar? It seemed to bring back memories...no, it couldn't be.

Niome ran to the warped wooden door and flung it open. Taking a few steps she stopped in her tracks stunned.

How could this be? She shouldn't be alive.

A sleek pelted catnis emergered from the forest. Bright green eyes stared unblinking. A mane of untamed silver hair whipped behind her in the blowing wind. A long, slim tail flicked and swatted at the air as if it had a mind of its own. A smile crept onto her face revealing small serated teeth.

"So I see you found my coin?" Diome purred.

Niome looked down at her paw and saw that she held the coin. When had she picked it up? It was as if it were following her. Once more, she was yanked from her thoughts as Diome spoke once more.

"How do you like our... Party?", she gestured to the surrounding hostile catnis as if they were old friends. Dieome Ructroff smiled a more evil smile that would make the Grinch proud.

Niome snorted, "What exactly do you plan on doing, Dieome? Capture me? Because you know thats not happening," She growled her russian accent becoming more harsh.

Dieome smiled, "Well see about that cousin. After all," Dieome paused and stared at Niome fiercly, "I plan on getting my revenge on you."

Dieome drew a short dagger that looked as if it had gone through many battles. It was well worn at the leather hilt, and blood was cacked on the blade.

Niome drew her small staff that she hid by her door. She was always prepared, even if her cousin was supposed to be dead. There were many more things in the world that had a price for her head.

Twirling around the staff, with incredible speen Niome took her stance. She beared her fangs and hissed. No way was Dieome coming anywhere close to her, let alone touch her.

Dieome just smiled and rotated her head in slow circles making loud popping noises. She then rotated her shoulders and took her stance, also bearing her teeth. Her dagger shone in the moonlight, ready to strike at the enemy.

Growling erupted from each others throat, and they lunged at each other. Claws extended and saliva dripping from their canines. The begining on the war had just begun.