by MillietheWarrior » 02/28/2008 9:02 PM
Spyte tried to ignore that she never said the word 'mom,' or 'mother.' Thell hated Zeth, their dam, with a passion, and Zeth, in turn, hated her own daughter. He never understood it, but he knew it had something to do with their father, who had died a short time before he was born. "No, she doesn't know I'm out here. And besides,"he zoomed over, and hugged her, his tiny paws barely going around her middle, his soft baby fur fluffing up. "I missed hanging out with you. You're always gone from the nest."He nuzzled her fur, while Thell flapped her larger wings to keep both airborne.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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