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Posted December 20, 2012
Posted December 20, 2012
I wagged my tail in agknowledgement as I started on my journey. Tyro had suggested I head for the Dragon Kingdom first, then visit the cats and so on. I sighed, shaking my head. A long journey was ahead of me—a journey I hadn't wanted to go on in the first place.
I glanced over my shoulder, and could see Maple and Skylan's figures growing smaller and smaller. I would miss them while I was gone.
I couldn't wait to go back.
For the present time being, I'm stuck on this mission. First stop, the Dragons.
I don't know much about dragons or cats or horses, and the info Tyro gave me doesn't help much. "Dragons are fire-breathing monsters that swoop out of the sky and kill any creature that crosses their path with a burst of flame. Or they may prefer to kill you slowly with their posionous tails or their long fangs. They're smart and secretive, so they will probally see you before you see them. So be on guard, or they'll probally kill you faster."
I rolled my eyes. Great way to keep my hopes up.
The white wolf had also said, "Cats and horses aren't as dangerous. If one attacked you, you'd probally be able to fight them off. Cats are small and quick, and horses are smart and quicker. You'll want to avoide their feet—a cat scratch stings and a blow from a hoof could knock you out."
He had added, "But wolves are fierice and loyal. If anything happens, the wolves will remain standing. You're a fighter, Felyn. I know you can win this battle."
My thoughts flew back to the storm of the previous night. Rain had splattered the woods, and thunder had crackled overhead. The wolves had huddled together fearfully.
"What's going on?" Maple had wimpered.
"It's not supposed to rain!" Skylan had barked.
So everyone had been more eager than ever to send me off on my mission.
"The Dragons will know what to do," Tyro had said.
So hear I was, trotting through the thick pine forest, heading for the mountains that the Dragons called home.
I scented the air, and the fresh smell of rabbit caught my nose. I licked my lips, my ears pricked. Prey.
I saw the hare bobbing in and out of sight up ahead. It's white cotton tail twitched and it's ears perked up.
Snarling, I exploded from the bushes, snapping at my choosen prey. The hare sprang to it's paws, springing out of my grasp. I growled in anger, dashing forward to pin the rabbit with one gray paw.
"Spirits, I thank you for this prey," I mumbled. "You shall be remembered, rabbit." In a heartbeat, I had sank my long fangs into it's neck, and it had died.
I scarfed down my meal, and burried the leftovers. The forest was alive with sound. Bird-call rang from the trees. A harsh wind whipped through my dark gray fur. I could hear the distant howling of a wolf.
I streatched, getting to my paws. I continued again on my journey, heading for the border. The pines were beginning to thin, but the brush was still very thick. The scents of the forest almost overlaid a sharp, unfarmiliar smell.
My hackles raised and my teeth bared.
An enemy was on Wolf Territory.
I sniffed the air again.
A Cat. A Cat had crossed the border.