by MillietheWarrior » 12/19/2009 10:13 PM
Shoot. Corr very nearly had himself flipped over by the large Fellox, feeling the fangs slash at his front legs. He almost somersaulted through the air, and landed feet first in the dirt, stomach brushing the ground as the impact shook through his legs and then his body. He growled deep in his chest; that hurt. Badly. And he wasn’t expecting it. He’d missed completely because of the Fellox’s attack. He could feel the blood tricking through his fur, but knew it probably wasn’t so out of place with the light and dark pinks of his coat. He hauled himself to his feet, and stepped forward slightly. “Right then,” he muttered, lifting one leg to inspect the damage. Not enough to throw him out of the competition, but enough to slow him down a bit. He growled again, and turned to face the Fellox. This time as he ran, he darted to the right, coming in around to the side of the Fellox, and aiming snapping jaws and sharp wing blades at the Fellox’s midsection, hoping to score a heavy hit.
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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