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The tent behind me gave way as I leant backwards and I tumbled down, legs sticking in the air, halfway in and halfway out of the tent.
Lurking in the forest are bright eyes, two ears and a tail. The leader of the pack the proud and dominant alpha male.
-part 1- THE CREATOR The old mans eyes where worn, his gray hair was a frizzy mess atop his head.
Jason scuttled off behind and I followed him like a lost puppy. The night sky was like a thick blanket. Yet the air was chilling.
( now on this is going to be from Erin's point of view) I woke with a gasp. The sound of ambulances was like fog in air. I took a backward glance and saw bodies scattered along the shore.
His lonely tears where washed away, by the unforgiving rain. He had hidden himself away from the world, he had hidden himself from the shame. Now he was a Wolf's Head, a wanted man of the woods.
"You guys were walking awfully fast." Gavin said nonchalantly, putting his arm around Lydia's shoulder. Lydia suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
I awake to the smell of smoke and rise immediately, fearing the possibility of a fire. I look around and my vision was impaired.
Florentina took the reins again and steered towards the lifeless body. She dismounted from the horse with a crackling noise from the frozen leaves under her feet.
I tentatively took steps into the woods. This was the first time I'd gone out exploring, but luckily I wasn't alone.
Running. The only thing that could possibly be on my mind. Panting, exhausted, succumbing to the pressure of burning limbs.
Softenened focus, the points are blank. The causal of death sunk deep in flank. Hands this slow they move the best, As the soft of green, lay the animal's rest.
I begin to sprint in the other direction my head filled with instict. I collapse near a nearby tree and start to dig.
Here is the first part of a story I wrote when I was 11. The other parts will follow soon. Josh turned round frantically. He looked around and with a lump at the back of his throat forced out: “Tim.
They had veen walking for several days now and the air was thick with grey mist that prevented then from seeing even 5ft infront of themselves.
My eyebrows raised. Minor wyrms don't have voices. They grunt, they hiss, they even let loose the occasional roar, but they don't speak. Ever. So I let the bow go slack and stepped away.
Father told me about his plan during dinner. It was a good plan and all, but I don't think we could ever pull it off. "Tell me, Father.
Ivory teeth and golden eyes glistened in the twilight glow of the night. His ginger pelt blended with the trees, and his large paws cushion the loudest of the noise.
I ran as fast as I could. I couldn't catch my breath, I felt like I was going to pass out. I looked back to see if they were still following me. They were.
His plan had backfired. George was unsure where he was or how he had got there. He was dirty though and hungry. By the earthy pine smell in the air he knew he was in a forest.
I run through the woods as fast as I can. An enormous, hidious beast is chasing me. I don't dare look back as I hear it barking with furry and the loud pounds of it's feet hitting the ground.
I begin to sprint in the other direction filled with instict. I collapse near a nearby tree and start to dig. Not sure why, but i dig i knew i had to make some progress and digging just came to mind.
It had been tough. Sacrifice time effort. Now she had succeed. Let the new life begin......
I was about to pass out, when I heard a scream full of fear closely followed by the howl of a wolf: it sounded as though it was about to attack. The sounds gave me strength to carry on.