{JAMMERS! -ninjagofanmam- ONLY!} I think sometime -- most likely once I've finished up with this story or at least a little while from now -- I ought to post "Runaway" here. Jon liked the idea. What do you think?
{JAMMERS! -LordTigress- ONLY!} Oh yes! You should definitely do that! Then the people who haven't read it yet can! ( and if anyone feels like rereading it) I suppose it would almost seem like a prequel to the people that have only read this one here. But yes, I think that's a great idea. Also I saw what you're doing on " Burn For Me" I think Brickgril would appreciate it.
(Wow, the mods are super-fast today!! You GO, guys! )
A bark sounded throughout the trees. Lloyd stopped. Was there a dog in the woods? Maybe that meant there was a village nearby. He swiftly made his way through a prickly bush, around several oak trees, trotted up to a rise in the land, then stopped. His eyes grew wide as he surveyed the scene in front of him. Before him sat a small, sandy hollow, ringed by thorny brambles and bushes. A few rocks and boulders were scattered across the clearing, and little grew in the dry sand. A small wooden post stood slightly sideways, a wire stretching out away from it. At the other end of the wire, with one of its hind paws caught in a hoop by the string, stood a terrified cat. It was a petite creature, a small calico with blue eyes and a bright pink nose. The hard wire was wrapped tightly around its little paw, rubbing and tearing at the flesh. Lloyd winced at the sight of the wound, which looked grim from where he stood. The fur stood up straight on the creature’s arched back, and it flattened its ears and hissed. Its vertical pupils narrowed to slits in terror, and Lloyd could see why. A huge, musclebound fox was edging nearer and nearer to the cat, its cruel eyes gleaming hungrily. Its pelt was a fiery ginger, save for its fluffy white underbelly and slim black paws armed with claws. It was quite clear on what the fox wanted to do; eat lunch. “Hey!” Lloyd shouted and summoned an energy ball. With a startling boom, he shot it down at the fox, and it created a sandy explosion when the power hit the ground. The fox yelped in terror and scrambled frantically out of the hollow, dirt and pebbles scattering as it clambered out. With pathetic whines, its loping paw steps retreating into the thick of the trees and eventually faded away. Lloyd hesitated, then slid down the bank and into the hollow, where the cat watched him with huge eyes, looking more scared than ever. With a terrified mewl it tried to scramble away, but the wire held tight around its paw, and when it jerked on the wound it cried out in pain.
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{JAMMERS! -NFM & Jon ur forgiven - ONLY!} Sure ya couldn't.
Not really. I mean, let's face it -- if there's a mysterious character you meet around the beginning who always wears a mask and won't take it off, you know for sure that they will end up taking it off and it will be dramatic.
1. Ok Jayfeather , take it easy. 2. For some reason I really like Nya's reaction.
1. *the moment you realize you accidentally stole a line from your favorite book series* O_O Oops. 2. Really? Was it because she seemed stunned that someone blind could fight as easily as one who could see, or something else that struck you?
1. It suits her at least. 2. Yeah I think so, I'm not entirely sure.
But you could ascertain that it's acceptable and approve it and move on, or look at the conversation and reply to something about which you do not know.
1. That's smart, having Wu cut him off since the ages aren't exactly known for sure. 2. Now Liana HAS to stay with the ninja, she has no choice. This I like!
A little brown robin hopped about on a branch of an elderly oak tree, the green leaves wet with morning dew. It tilted its little head and cast its beady black gaze down the wide river gurgling smoothly down the forest, hundreds of trees lining the bank. The sky above was clear, save for a few puffy white clouds scattered high above. The water reflected the rays of the sun, golden lights bouncing off the little waves. The bird cocked its head, flicked its tail—and promptly relieved itself. With a chipper chirp, it flapped its wings and took to the sky. The waste dropped beside a figure lying by the bank of the river, and an audible “plop” was heard. The figure’s green gi mixed in with the color of the wet grass, though mud from the bank stained his knees, legs, and sleeves. After a minute of the silence of the woods, the figure stirred. Lloyd blinked blearily, trying to figure out where he was. He shifted, then forced himself to stand up. He groaned and rubbed his back, surveying his surroundings. Mud streaked across his uniform and face where he had fallen asleep in the mud. He looked quite battered, and with his disheveled hair, mud-stained clothes, and bruised face, he was a rather frightening—and at the same time, pitiful—sight to behold. His gaze drifted across the river, and he recalled what had happened last night. One of the cats had pushed him off the Destiny’s Bounty, and he had tried to summon his elemental dragon. For a second he did, which helped ease the fall, but he was so uncertain and scared that the dragon dissolved, leaving him to fall into the river. For a little while the current had carried him downriver, but he had mustered the last of his strength and clambered wearily up the muddy bank. Utterly exhausted, he simply lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
VERY nice!! I love how you described the sence and setting, and how you described the bird.
But you could ascertain that it's acceptable and approve it and move on, or look at the conversation and reply to something about which you do not know.