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Zaran Rhulain 909 edits since October 4, 2008

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Hello, my name is Zaran Rhulain, I am closely related to the Rhulain of Green Isle, but I was brought up in the Holt of Verflow. I currently wander around Mossflower Woods with my faithful companion Ayesha who was also brought up in my holt. We are both warriors, I wield a hand and half double edged sword called a longsword and I also use a bow. Ayesha uses a otter javelin and a uncontested expert with the sling. We are currently at Redwall just in time for our old friend, Abbot Felix tenth season jubilee. Oh the food, the wonderful smell of deeper'n'ever pie filled with beetroot and gravy oozing from the sides, and the honey plum puddings just wafting their delicious smells all over Cavern Hole. Best of all is the shrimp'n'hotroot soup, abbey pondshrimp caught fresh and all that spice soaking into the soup making it virtually unbearable to drink but once you get past that first sip, a thunderstorm of flavor just forms in your mouth. I'm getting tired of writing, I'm a warrior not a recorder like my good friend Amest. For the record, I am a male warrior, as my parents wanted to name me for my incredibly dark fur.

~Zaran Rhulain, Holt of Verflow

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[edit] Update

Yea, I won't give dates of updates anymore, the plans are too sporadic and I'm too lazy to keep track. I'm getting quite tired of lying to myself, so whenever I feel like, I'll update my stories.

I am now a senior in high school which normally means a easier year, but in my case...no. Once actual production starts on the Redwall Animation, I'll be busy once again.

My problem is finding inspiration, which mine is mostly based out of anger and dark emotions, its been too happy around here...

I actually have another story in the pipeline but its far from even chapters, its mostly a bunch of individual scenes from different parts of the story, so another thing to work on.

[edit] This Will Knock You Off Your Feet With Awesomeness

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5302003/1/Orphen


Also, if anyone can answer this question, leave a response under the line: Why do people come to me for a review?

Not that it's a bad thing, but I have to wonder sometimes

Because you are not afraid to point out the weaknesses of the plot and the characters. You cover everything- character development, terminology, scenes, placement of action, canon, and, most famous of all, your obsession with (And I quote) "details, details, details!"

It is you and your reviews who have made me the writer I am today. And I am proud of it.

[edit] Personal Quotes

The one truly bad idea is the one that takes away self-determination

Only when we find ourselves, there is meaning in life

Let your dreams take flight and reach far beyond the boundaries of your imagination.

To treasure the simple things in life is to treasure everything, nothing for granted.

[edit] Personal Info

Email is: cl-1992@hotmail.com
Life long Redwall fan

[edit] Preferences in Redwall

I like otters the most, particularly Taggerung, Grath Longfletch, Winifred, Tiria Wildlough, Zaran the Black. Plus all the Skippers
Squirrels are awesome too. Favorites include Rangval the Rogue, Ranguvar Foeseeker, Triss, and Rakkety Tam MacBurl

[edit] Books

[edit] Work in Progress

The Last Stand of Redwall Abbey
Otter Delta
Zaira's Apologue

[edit] Works Completed

For the Woodpiegons

[edit] My Artwork (so far)

Credit to Sambrook for the wicked colors
"What makes you think I'll let your bring the spear after I said no to the sword?"

No commissions

[edit] Poems

[edit] Hunted Hunter

Heart pounding, paws thumping
Leaves sounding out
A whistle of air, body slumping
Dead without a doubt
Teeth bared in frustration
Failed in its mission
Struck too hard
Too fast
Merciful in its regard


Not dead, still alive
Blood running
The woodlander survives
By his cunning
Lives to seek revenge
To the one who had given
A taste of death


Heart pounding, paws thumping
Woodlands silent
A whistle of air, body jumping
In remembrance of violent
Deeds, atrocities committed
Like lightning, blade flash
Neck slitted
Blood arcing in a wide splash
Eyes, clouding up in memory

[edit] Herbal Remedies

To help old beasts when their bones creak
Prickly bark, comfrey, burdock you must seek
For the chills and aches of head
Hemlock, beetroot, then lie in bed
If the stomach of the ailing will not rest
Chew some lavender then digest
Wounds of war which will pain
Horehound, yarrow, and plantain
While rest, come not sleep
Valerian, chamomile slowly seep
When its hot and you have to sprint
Drink cold tea, with hint of mint

[edit] Salamandastrom

When the earth was young
And the mountain formed
Fire had sprung
The mountain it transformed
Million of seasons add to its past
Millions more seasons it will last
When the fire was gone, it was void
Then came a badger and some hares
A fortress and a home, it was employed
Salamandastrom, they would call it theirs
Over time, their numbers swelled
Fighting off ruthless evils
Protecting the country they were compelled
Vermin conquerers were in upheaval


Then an abbey was built
Redwall was its name
Founded by a warrior, to the hilt
Allied to each other, both the same
Stories exaggerated, lies told
Redwall and Salamandastrom
Riches beyond measure they hold
To greed, vermin had succumb
Salamandastrom, many times it was sought
Vermin leaders all sneering
Death the Long Patrol had wrought
Vermin now fearing
The hares of the Long Patrol
The berserk badgers from
The mountain of Salamandastrom

[edit] Bloodwrath

Eyes red
Teeth in a snarl
Bloody haze
Paws clenching, gnarled


The idea of delay
Your enemy's head on a platter
One lifetime, one season, or one day
Time does not matter


Whether an army or one
Death shall be your companion
Stampeding through ranks or woodland
Or crossing an abyss of a canyon


Living for that one moment
When you have your mortal foe
In front of you, snarling or begging
Honeyed lies will not cover what you know


The sound of bones cracking
Hide splitting
Weapon whistling
Paws working with savage delight


Finally when your enemy
Is on knees begging for mercy
Don't hesitate, remember the atrocities
Dishonorable scum who beg for life, after taking many others


End your foe's life quick
A mercy killing no less
Doing it slow will make it no better
The bloodwrath demands nothing else

[edit] Cellar Ballads

Ohhhhh, what I wouldn't do
To wet my lips, with that good ole drink
Nutty, brown, and delicious
October Aaaaaaaaale


I'd hack a rat, split a stoat
Wack a weasel and turn him into a coat
For goooooood ooooold ciderrrrrr


Strangle a mole and mince a sparrow
Shoot ten foxes with an arrow
Fight a dragon with my trusty flagon
Full of nuhuhuhuhut brooooowwwwnnnn beeeeeheeeeeyer


Save my ma and the bread
Shake a stoat in a tizz
And throw him overhead
Dandelion fizzzzzzz


Oh if I feel sick or pale
What makes my eyes shine?
Some good October Ale
And sweet elderberry wine

[edit] Fight for Life

The air contains danger
The senses surrounded
Every enemy a stranger
The alarm sounded
A whirl, a whistle, a twang of bow
Death is coming, beasts laid low
The yelling, the screaming
All in pain
War is oh so deadly
Is it in vain?
Goodbeasts badbeasts
All have life
Yet taken so easily
With a swish of a knife
The sounds of war
Drowns out peace
The life before
Shall be ceased
Killing is not easy
To take a life
Vibrant and alive
Kill not to survive
But kill, so to end the strife

[edit] Moving On

There is a voice, that has no name
It comes with evening or behind the rain
I have no time now to stop and explain
I just keep moving, 'cause it helps to ease the pain
The night has music, that calls to me
across the canyons of an endless sea
I have no time now, to stop and explain
I just keep moving, cause it helps to ease the pain

[edit] Martin's Word to Kaylee

Traveler from different world
You will set Mossflower in a whirl
Keep the abbey safe from a horde
Though you need not, wield my sword
Home is gone, can't go back
Friends here, you shall not lack
You will be happy here, you have my word
Lest the lines between peace and anger be blurred.

[edit] Other Books

The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paoloni
Gifted Hands by Ben Carson
It's Not About the Bike by Lance Armstrong
Books by Robert Ludlum
Books by Orson Scott Card
Halo series by Eric Nylund, William Dietz, Joesph Staten
Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson
Pearls before Swine by Stephen Pastis
Zits by Scott and Borgman
Garfield by Jim Davis

[edit] Archives

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