What? Unknown Rabbit has replied to my story? My life's quest has been fulfilled! *expires*
Okay, not really, but I really didn't expect to see you here ... welcome to the world of Conquests, Unknown ...

Kove's not continueing? I draw your attention to this post from him, my dear JCFers ...

Okay, got that over with. Now for the STORY!!

Scimitar glared at the young squirrel. The fierce wildcat knew that the only way to keep the band together was to keep absolute authority, and this rebellious squirrel had been raising dissent. Venomarin stood silently behind him, her white robe shining silver in the moonlight that slanted through the jagged edges of the broken window. It glinted off Scimitar's steel armor and caressed his namesake scimitar with gentle light. The silver edges on the black weapon flared as he shifted it.
The Sarav were divided for the first time. The squirrel's followers, mostly other disgruntled squirrels, were beside him. The other Sarav ranged silently behind Scimitar and Venomarin, faces shadowed and weapons drawn. Venomarin was murderous: the empathy waves rippling out from her almost overwhelmed the closest Sarav.
"Well, if you don't want to be part of Saravzan, then the matter's settled," Scimitar said softly. "Is it not?"
"How so?" countered the impetuous squirrel. His name, if Emerald recalled correctly, was Razect. Scimitar's eyes narrowed with caged fury.
"If you aren't for us you're against us," he snapped. "You don't want to be Sarav, leave. If you don't do it willingly, I will have Venom escort you." Venomarin shifted her position. No one doubted that he would carry out that threat, but there wouldn't be much left of the rebels if Venom had her way.
The squirrel looked nervously at Venom before glancing back at Scimitar.
"I didn't say I'd leave," he countered. "I'm just sick of your bossing and ordering us around. How'd you get to be leader anyway?"
"The Sarav chose me after Fastan died. Off subject anyhow. If you don't like my leading, start your own band. Then you would have absolute authority ... unlike now."
"I didn't say I was going to leave-"
"Then why are we having this discussion? If there's no separation there's no problem. Is there?"
At that Razect lost it. His fury and frustration tumbled out, and the Saravzan band savagely moved closer. Only Venomarin remained. The Fader shimmered slightly as the Sarav stepped forward, and moonlight flashed on blades.
"Of course there is! I'm sick of having all these nighttime excursions, creeping out of our holes and fleeing when the day comes! The Nightdweller doesn't consider us dangerous; how can they when they never see us? You're always telling us that we've got to free Raxizil, and then you ignore us when we want action. What kind of a leader are you?"
Scimitar reigned silently as Razect attempted to tear him down, build him back up and tear him down again. Eyes half closed, he looked half-asleep. He flicked his cloak unobtrusively towards Venomarin, and she understood.
Unseen to the freedom fighters and the rebels, Venom shimmered again. Nobody noticed as she vanished, leaving only a patch of light in her wake. And only Scimitar reacted when she materialized behind the ranting squirrel.
"You're quite finished now?" he said sharply, cutting Razect short. The squirrel glared back into the wildcat's baleful green gaze.
"You-"
"-Are no longer Sarav. I said before, I believe, that if you didn't leave willingly Venomarin would do it?"
On cue the rebels drew back. One gasped, and Razect whirled. Venomarin towered silently over him, her cowled head bent. Although the moonlight shone directly inside her hood, the darkness radiated from where her face might be. Emerald, released from her trance, freed her sword hopefully. Scimitar glanced sideways at her and shook his head slightly. Venom swayed, and a wind rose from nowhere. Leaves that had littered the floor for years stirred, fluttering in the keening wind. Cold dark fear seeped towards them indiscriminately, as if in tendrils of black shadow. Razect was drawing his saber, but the leaves swirled about him and obstructed any veiw of him. One of the rebels collapsed, and a gentle Sarav tried to comfort her.
The leaves flashed fire, reflecting not only the moonlight but the raging glory of the sun, and the fury of Venom that any should defy Scimitar. All Sarav knew that she was devoted to him - something to do with a life-debt turned to a friendship. She would protect him and any loyal to him to the end, and nobody wanted to test her. As the leaves rose, the wind intensified and so did the light. Weapons blazed with it, and many Sarav shielded their eyes.
Abruptly the wind died and the crisped, singed leaves settled once more. Venomarin stood, silent in her smoke-white cloak, resplendant in moonlight.
Razect was gone.

Right. If Fquist can help me, I'll be able to post more, defalcon ... that means more story
All for now, enjoy!