tinton - 2 1/2 instant
specton - 2 1/2 minutes
Toton - 2 1/2 minute
minton - 2 1/2 days
daycon - 2 1/2 weeks
quant - 2 1/2 years
galant - 2 1/2 C
Metson - 2 1/2 inches
maclon - 2 1/2 foot
heckson - 2 1/2 stat mi
tetson - 2 1/2 acres

Bill Axor ( AKA Saint Ambrose ) - Lion kin
male monarch Tomco Traxor - Bill 's dead father, Lion kin
King Tobias Traxor - Bill 's dead sidekick, Leo clan
Queen Trianna Axor - card 's dead mother, Lion clan of Mandria
fairy Niaco Traxor - Tiger clan, Tobias better half, now notice 's
Twitty Glax - Grey Tabby tribe, bill 's dead body sentry go and first mate
Glenna Nox - Bengal clan, Bill 's torso safety device and mate
Mikos Glac - Chartreux tribe
Commander of headliner police cruiser - telegram hair tribe
General Roth - leopard clan
Wrena - leopard clan, Philip Roth 's fellow
Henna Glac - Chartreux clan, Mikos match, Xendran Doctor
Theta Panadon - Cheetah clan
Cornelius Glax - one of account 's Uncles, Grey Tabby tribe
Conrad Nox - Bill 's former Uncle Bengal clan
assassin group - panther clan
second assassin grouping - Ocicat clan
Gregor - panther kin group
Cetana - cougar kinship group. Gregor 's teammate
Gwayne - mountain lion tribe
Dawney - puma clan Gwayne 's fellow
Thomas - Lynx clan
Mileen - catamount clan Thomas 's mate
Typree Maxor - Sub King of Mandria, Lion clan
Adina Maxor - Sub-princess of Mandria, Lion tribe


Adina was still slightly behind Saint Ambrose looking at Twitty and Glenna. `` Mate, '' Glenna asked of Ambrose. `` Who is this female hiding behind you ? Should I and your early mates be worried you are taking another match ? ''

St. Ambrose 's centre went astray as he stared at both Glenna and Twitty. `` Both of you think that I would acquire
another mate ? Especially after I already have three ? By the slap-up feline ! Think you so petty of me to presume I would do this without any of you included ! ? '' Ambrose was almost roaring.

Twitty and Glenna both slowly backed away from St. Ambrose their hair's-breadth twitching, tails low barely moving. Bowing low Twitty whispered, `` We meant no discourtesy father. We were just worried that as you always do, you would take on far too a lot. '' Then Twitty got a half crooked grin on her face. `` Then again as we have also seen you are most definitely up to the challenge ! ''

Glenna 's eyes got large then with a grin she also nodded her assent.

Adina 's eyes got even larger as she looked up at Saint Ambrose. `` Cousin ? You have more than one fellow ? I know that you need bowelless warriors as king but they are your mates also ? '' Here Adina 's mouthpiece was hanging heart-to-heart.

'' Cousin ? '' Glenna said her oculus showing clarity. `` Then I take it you are Adina Maxor, sub-Princess of this world. ''

Adina 's eyes went wide as she nodded venturing a petty far out from behind Ambrose. This time it was Saint Ambrose 's crook to be spacious eyed. `` I know you try to preserve up with everything about me but this was hidden. ''

Sighing Glenna and Twitty both were shaking their forefront no. `` No not really, '' Glenna said as she looked at Twitty. `` It appears that with both of our Church Father this was well known. As a matter of fact father often spoke of the 'bastards'of the kinfolk when referring to Mandria. ''

Ambrose held out a paw to calm Typree Maxor as he started to growl then hoot. Ambrose actually turned to him when Typree took a jeopardise gradation towards both females. `` I have killed for lesser insults to the folk and the crown ! '' Typree said as he roared out.

Saint Ambrose had caught Typree from behind holding his cousin back. Leaning down Saint Ambrose whispered in Typree 's ear, `` harbor cousin these are my mates I would ingest to execute you if harm came to them. '' When Typree still refused to stop St. Ambrose threw his full cousin to the primer. `` I SAID STOP ! '' Ambrose roared.

Typree had jumped back to his manus suddenly still at Ambrose 's roar. Hanging his head Typree nodded, `` I beg your forgiveness sire. This has always brought the line lust to the airfoil. How you have taken the contumely I do not love. I can never grant any to peach abysmal of my aunt you mother. ''

St. Ambrose was nodding understanding where his full cousin was coming from. Thinking a moment Saint Ambrose suddenly smiled. `` Perhaps this will help you with the blood lust cousin. '' He stated. `` mother always told me that to cave in in to the anger was to automatically break up, giving the victory to your foe. As I remember she said it is far meliorate to let your foe provide that which you will need for them to advert their ego later. ''

Typree 's center were wide as he stared at St. Ambrose. `` That sounds so like something Aunt Trianna would say. '' Typree embraced Ambrose as tear of regret came to his eyes. `` I so miss her sire, so desperately miss her. She was judicious beyond her years. ''

Ambrose also had a few tear as the memories of his mother came crashing into his creative thinker. `` I also miss her cousin More than I can ever reveal. ''

Both of them were suddenly shocked when they were surrounded by the three females. `` I think we need to get back soon, sire. I fear that your uncle might try something while we are gone. '' Glenna told both of them.

Ambrose untangled his self from all, of them then told Typree, `` Let 's get this over with. ''

Typree nodded as they all took a speeder to the palace. Typree showed Ambrose where the raised court railway yard terrace was. Stepping out Ambrose delivered a unretentive words to the G there. Only taking about fifteen minutes Ambrose thanked them then left. Stopping for a few minutes Ambrose spoke to Typree then he and his mates were heading toward his asterisk police cruiser.

Adina latched onto Ambrose right before he boarded. `` You just got here cousin ! It has been far too long. Please stay a small longer ! '' She cried.

Sighing Ambrose looked straight into her centre, `` As much as I 'd have a go at it to there is far too much going on right field now. I promise, a purple promise that I will give soon, and then we can start to look for you a husband. ''

Adina stepped back with a miff her paws on her hip joint. `` A hubby ! ? cousin-german are you trying to get rid of me ? '' Adina hissed.

Shocked a minute Ambrose shook his forefront no. `` I thought you would be tired of following your buddy around all the time. I think the right mate would be great for you. ''

'' HA ! '' Adina laughed. `` Only if he was as strong and handsome as you ! No I do n't think there is another out there like you. So as you see I am doomed to be a kittless female. '' Then in a whisper she stated. `` Besides I still have to take in over pal a patch. He has n't even found a female to look at let alone take as a spouse ! ''

Ambrose rubbed under his jaw a moment his hair's-breadth twitching then a smiling lit up his look. Yes ! She just might be what his cousin needed though getting her here might prove far more hard. `` Yes, though that may alter soon, '' Ambrose whispered back to her a full smile on his face.

Adina drew back as she was staring at Ambrose, then a wide smile lit up her aspect also. Both of them glanced briefly at Typree then smiled at each early.

'' I know that you two are up to something again ! '' Typree suddenly interjected. `` I 've seen those looks on your faces before. I want no part of it ! I mean it cousin ! '' Growling a bit at Ambrose, Ambrose smiled as he pulled back from Typree in mock offense.

'' Me cousin ? What in the world are you talking about ? '' Then Saint Ambrose winked at a smiling Adina, the whole exchange being seen by Typree.

'' Whatever the two of you have planned forget it ! There is far too a lot to do before I can even remember of anything else ! '' Typree said causing Ambrose to nod.

They were finally on the way back to Xendra when they received a call from Niaco. `` father ! '' They heard a bit of strain in her voice. `` I am afraid I have bad news program. It appears that your Uncle heard you were leaving the major planet. He has started mobilization of scout troop toward the castle. I also believe that he thought you 'd be gone far longer than you were. ''

Growling Ambrose nodded, `` We should be landing within a one-quarter toton. Advise all troops there to hold on we will be there soon. '' With that Ambrose walked away talking to Niaco in private a consequence before clicking off.

Niaco looked over all the reports in figurehead of her. If she had to head the defense of the palace she would. She 'd damn certainly make as many traitors as she could reach die today ! Five spectons later there was a capital shouting as a great many approached the palace. Then the threats started.

'' To those in the palace ! Surrender now and all will be spared this you have on the word of the great Lord Conrad Nox ! The rightful big businessman of the realm ! '' Came a vox near the straw man of the stemma of military personnel. `` What is your answer ? ''

Niaco growled as she motioned to an Archer. Smiling the male took aim and let loose a dick that quickly found the throat of the speaker. `` Tell the great faker to the can that he is a Sir Noel Pierce Coward not to be here to face last like a true leader ! forward motion if you wish to die ! '' Niaco said as she and all four of the knight's mates drew their blade and slowly advanced.

Quickly the foe scout troop started to supercharge, as they soon met Niaco and the knight's checkmate. Suddenly the dead of the enemy started to liter the field as all five of the females were making short piece of work of all that faced them. Retreating, the moan of the dying were heard all over the theatre. Unfortunately many were the queen troops also.

Regrouping the five female were n't for certain they 'd have many left if they had a good on fight again. The enemy was on the move again when they all suddenly stopped. The phone of a hooter behind the foe furrow announced the arrival of the power. With a vicious roar Saint Ambrose and his knights rapidly advanced on what was left of the enemy troops.

Niaco watched with pride as Ambrose 's now win sword attainment were cutting a quick route through the enemy. With a bellowing of her own Niaco and the horse's mates met the modest advancing enemy line. With Ambrose 's flock pressing from the back and Niaco from the presence a fast and furious struggle ensued.

Niaco was pressed back as several enemy troops recognized her as the distaff leader at the front line lines. An errant steel clanged off Niaco 's chest plate causing Dawney and Mileen to roar out jumping in strawman of Niaco. Niaco smiled as she saw a touch of the blood lust as it filled both of their eyes. Keeping up with them was proving to be difficult as they were advancing through the enemy with regenerate potency.

Both Gwayne and Thomas heard their Paraguay tea roar, briefly watching as they both were shredding the enemy they met. Then to their repugnance they saw both of their mates surrounded. With a bellowing the blood lust staring to ramp up in them both horse started through the enemy almost as if they were n't there. Reaching their better half all four were back to back as they smiled continuing on.

St. Ambrose had been fighting the blood lust the whole sentence especially after the sword had rang off Niaco 's armor. It was almost a half toton later Saint Ambrose had just decapitated three enemies when he looked around at the monumental dead on the field. Philip Milton Roth and Gregor were still beside St. Ambrose as were Twitty and Glenna.

A second later Niaco walked to Ambrose with Gregor 's and Roth 's first mate. Not far behind them came Gwayne, Thomas and their wives. Taking a thick breath Ambrose sighed. So much Death because of a ability hungry
idiot. Looking over everyone Niaco had a few starting line on her breast plate. Gwayne, Thomas and their married person were covered in blood though Ambrose hoped none of it was theirs.

Roth, Gregor, Twitty, and Glenna were also covered in ancestry though he knew none of them had been injured. Ambrose nodded to all of them, then was shocked when all of them bowed to him. `` For the gloriole of the Realm we have victory today. '' Roth stated as the rest of them nodded.

'' I am glad the kingdom is still here to protect. Though it is a shame that my Noel Coward of an uncle was so afraid to be here today. I vow that we will end his life soon ! '' Here Ambrose had raised his steel roaring at the sky.

'' We four knight re-pledge ourselves to you the king to bring that to reality ! '' Roth said as the others all nodded.

Saint Ambrose rubbed his whiskers a moment as an thought started to forge. Turning toward all four of his knights wives he smiled. `` It has never in the history of the kingdom existed, though I think it 's about time that it did. ''

All of those before him had questioning face on their faces from what Ambrose had said. Turning back toward his horse he stated. `` I wish to give all of your wife, knight also, in order to civilise those females that wish it. Though I am afraid that there is no name for a female person knight. I remember at one time on earth woman were called lady, I do n't think that will work here. Hmmm I may have to render this more thought process. '' St. Ambrose said more to his ego than the others.

All of his knight were staring at him with their oral cavity hanging heart-to-heart. `` You do realize sire that if you do this there will be no life with them. '' Roth whispered to a shocked Ambrose.

'' We can all still hear you mate ! '' Roth 's spouse growled.

Philip Milton Roth backed away slowly as his partner advanced on him. `` You know I meant no disesteem Wrena ! '' He said as she still advanced a half smile starting to overshadow her feature.

'' You best remember mate that my skills are on a par with yours ! '' Wrena purred as she quickly caught her mate rubbing her cheek against his. `` Plus I have acquisition that you were never able to beat ! ''

Philip Milton Roth 's expression showed shock then he nodded, `` Yes I remember those acquirement. I believe that was the intellect we had so many kits to start with ! ''

A sly smile lit up Wrena 's face as she nodded, `` I know you are n't utter married person. I still posses those skills if you wish to see some time.

Ambrose had been watching the whole time shaking his mind. Then suddenly another estimate came to him. `` I need all four of my knight 's mates kneeling before me. For the service that you have given the realm, one of your queens, and your mogul I wish to present you. ''

All four of the females and their first mate turned to stare at Ambrose with widely eyes. All four female person quickly kneeled before Ambrose their mates standing behind them. Drawing his blade St. Ambrose stopped before the number 1.

Touching the sword to each of her articulatio humeri he stated, `` Arise Paladin Wrena, match of Philip Milton Roth, first female person knight
of the land. '' Moving to the second he repeat the question, arise Paladin Dawney, mate of Gwayne, first female horse of the realm. '' Both female person 's sass were hanging open as Saint Ambrose moved to the third.

'' Arise Paladin Mileen, mate of Thomas number one female knight of the land. '' Ambrose said then stopped.

'' It 's about sentence a male person recognized our skills. '' She whispered to Ambrose.

Nodding to her Ambrose moved to the last female. `` Arise Paladin Cetana, mate of Gregor, first female knight of the realm. '' Stepping back St. Ambrose addressed all four. `` I hereby commove all four of you with the rubber of the pansy. '' Here he looked back at Twitty and Glenna, `` possibly the other two queens when they are with kitts. ''

This of course raised respective smile from both Twitty and Glenna along with the four paladin. All of his knights were also smiling 'til Ambrose slightly growled. `` Is something wrongfulness sire ? '' Philip Milton Roth asked surprised.

Looking at all ten of them Ambrose stated, `` I said WHEN they are with kitts. Right now that is n't too a lot of a possibleness. Not 'til the constant threat over the crown exists. ''

Both Twitty and Glenna 's cheek dropped a present moment then they started to smile wide again. He had finally agreed that they would take in his kits ! Finally ! He had stopped denying that they would ever have any !

St. Ambrose turned looking at the sheer slaughter that was spread out over the force field. A capital many hoi polloi were starting to slowly shit their way onto the field. There were a gravid many cry as a lot of people were angry that the lord Conrad 's scout troop had tried to go against the king.

Finally satisfied Ambrose whispered to Roth a few moments then turned toward the palace. Roth had already called the rest of the troops watching as they started to crystallize the battlefield, then he turned and hurried after St. Ambrose.

They had all just reached the outer bulwark of the castle when they heard an approaching star cruiser. Growling as he looked up Ambrose saw that his own fleet was responding, respective ships moving to wiretap the ship. A here and now later Ambrose received a call option.

'' Sire ? '' Came the annoyed vox of Mikos. `` I have a Commander Jankuis asking permission to shore. I told him to hold off in orbit though he refused. ''

Philip Milton Roth was almost doubled over trying to see his laughter. `` I fail to see what is so damn risible, Roth. '' Ambrose growled.

'' I apologize sire, it 's just that Jankuis has always been this tearaway. Let me speak to him before you berate him forefather. '' Roth said as Saint Ambrose told Mikos to put the male on, then handed the com to Roth.

Smiling a moment while winking at the others Roth launched into his tirade. `` Jankuis ! Are you trying to destroy a Mandrian champion cruiser ? '' Roth roared. `` I am sure that Sub-king Typree would n't apprise that ! ''

'' I am here on his guild to provide support for King Ambrose ! Do not lecture me about bold, ill conceived struggle plans Roth ! As I remember that I almost had you on my sword the first time we met ! '' Jankuis spit back at Roth.

Snatching the com Ambrose calmed a bit then spoke, `` I can not fault you following monastic order. Not following orders that I have set down here though could very well feature you blown out of the sky ! '' Thinking a moment Ambrose told them to go land.

Moving toward the castle again they were all surprised when the Mandrian wiz cruiser landed between them and the battle discipline. Looking back St. Ambrose shook his chief, he 'd have to have a few choice words with his cousin after all was said and done. Even as they watched the door started to open then there was a yellowish run leaving it. LE than a moment later Ambrose was knocked off his ft, all his knights, and paladins drawing their blade.

'' AMBREE ! '' Yelled the youthful Lion clan female. All of his knights, plus St. Ambrose 's mates groaned when they saw that it was Adina Maxor, Sub-princess of Mandria.

'' Adina ! ? '' Ambrose roared. `` Does your brother know you are here ? ''

A sly smile crossed her features as she whispered, `` Do you really think he 'd have let me come if he knew ? ''

Groaning Ambrose got up looking at all his knights and his mates. Then he saw that his paladins and his 3rd mate still had their blade drawn. `` It 's okay, this is my full cousin. The Sub-princess of Mandria, Adina Maxor. '' They all were opened mouthed but quickly sheathed their weapons .