Above ground, Cloud listened intently in what Dancer was saying
But as hard as he tried dancer was talking too fast
She-sad-we-gotta-go-real-fast-coz-the-rains-gonna (Paused for a breath at this point cloud interrupted)
Hold up, hold up! yelled Cloud getting some attention from the other grazing rabbits.
Firstly calm your neck, and then tell me
Dancer took in a deep breath and felt like a youngling again as he did so.
Lilly said he started
LILLY? What-what? Cloud roared
Please sir I know you dont like her
Cloud mumbled as Dancer cont
Every body was silenced. Toreth`s news last night had shuck the warren to the core.
Many of the residents here had met other rabbit groups from time to time, sometimes it was just to tell or be told about things, sometimes they were fleeing and needed a friendly face, and sometimes it meant they had to fight.
All of the residents hated fighting, yet many young bucks would be rather exited about such a thing. But the warren had decided they wouldnt make fights
But they wouldnt turn away if challenged
Another thing was causing the warren to worry, a magpie named limmy (a good friend of cl
The group were again upground grazing, yet strangely uneased. Dancer was upon a rock at the farthest end acting as a lookout.
Cloud, there is a white outsider approaching he called
Oh yes? How fast? Cloud called back
Dancer strained his neck and back upon his hind legs to get a better look;
Looks to be running sir, possibly fleeing. I see no predator following him
The white rabbit fled up the hills, concentrating on behind him, and into the bramble; scratching himself and also getting his foot trapped in a over hanging stem, the thorns dug deep into his skin and he yelped with pain and fright.
S
As well as the warren being perfectly hidden, cloud had built in on a slope, making any draft sleek down the burrow, this was great in the summer as it cooled the rabbits down; but in the winter the draft was terrible.
It was early autumn and humans where crowding the paddock behind, camping and hiking and such. The rabbits were upground nibbling the last remaining shoots,
Good morning dancer greeted a grey rabbit
Why, good morning cloud replied dancer in utmost respect for the leader. Cloud shifted from foot to foot.
To break the silence, dancer tried to start with a question
Were will we be grazing today,
The rabbits of dawn
The warren
The soft wind was gently stroking the trees, and making the brook lazily lap the fringes of its path. Its swirling body held many fish, making the place wonderful for wildlife. A heron stood on his leg, his other tucked under him as he stared at his prize; a fat salmon unaware he was being watched. A Wagtail landed and did its funny dance as it took three sips and lept to the sky once more.
The ground was littered with red, yellow, brown and faint green leaves, making the warren very hard to spot, cloud had thought of that, making the warren hard to spot. It had proved them well as not yet had they been disc
the last blood wolf, chapter 2 by werewolfpup, literature
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the last blood wolf, chapter 2
We wasted no time, silently we came off the hill and down towards the camp, we were only intending to steal their food, but they had none outside. I looked across to Rayne.
What now? I whispered silently
We improvise Rayne hissed
With what? I whispered, keeping my voice low.
Scrie came up to us silently; he had gone for a quick scout around the area.
Dogs, scrie said breathlessly yet quietly they have dogs and a horse
Rayne looked as if he was thinking, which was not so uncommon.
The dogs might have food, they have these shiny little things, and one is a shiny puddle in
The last blood wolf Chpt1 by werewolfpup, literature
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The last blood wolf Chpt1
Three wolves.
Three sets of paws.
Three hungry mouths.
One deer.
One set of hooves.
One panic-stricken prey.
Me, Scrie and Rayne bounded across the grassy slope, we paused at the top to survey, Rayne pressed his snout to the floor, catching the sent of the doe we were hunting, we were starving, and it had been 2 weeks since our last meal. Our chase lead us down off the hill and into the thick forest, on a dirt-path commonly used by deer, my mind started to wander as scrie smelled the pathway, and then he told us that the deer had slowed down, and had changed direction, it was panicking and was looking for a place to drink too. I asked h
Prolouge: the last blood wolf. by werewolfpup, literature
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Prolouge: the last blood wolf.
Prologue:
I lay with my head resting on Scries rear, his head resting on my chest and Raynes front pressed to my back with a leg over me, this is how we usually slept, last night we were lucky enough to find a cave, to rest our troubled heads in.
I guess youre wondering who or what we are, I can tell you that, we are wolves, my first pack-member here is Scrie: a reckless young male, with a attitude and a cocky appearance, he stands up for almost anyone and hes quite big-headed sometimes, hes white in colour with a light brown tippy-tail and light brown paws and ears, he also has these weird bands wrapped around his l
Hows it hanging.
Notice I've been gone for a year and a half, boardering two years.
Ho hum.
You may have noticed all my shit has gone from my gallery or is in the process of being bawleeted. Thats because it was all dick on toast and needed to be eyebleached from existance.
I can write, and somewhat draw now. I'm keeping it all for memories.
You may find you can't comment on some stuff but thats probably for the best.
I'm not coming back to this account btw, just deleting it or getting out the way before Socially Unacceptable Art finds it and I become a mock and sham.
6,400 comments down to 5.
In short though;
1. ARE YOU COMING BACK
1. Fill up the blanks with your favorite characters or OCs / Put their names by the numbers, too.
2. Answer the questions, or try to.
3. TAG 3 people. NO
1. Mayxe
2. Sam
3. Red
4. Blanc(Assassin)
5. Johnny Jacob COOPAR.
6. Silver
7. Muse
8. All of Deos litter. For the luz.
9. There are little children outside making weird noises... anyway Blanc (Dog)
10. Darren, Because i got bored after 7.
1. What if 7 (Muse) and 4 (Blanc (assassin) kissed
Why and how i do not know. Anyway, Muse would try and get out of it quickly, probably wouldn't have consented to it in the first place. Blanc wouldn't care very much when he pulled away.
My mood is not peaceful, the damn emote thing has broken.
I want comforting, and my wife is no-where to be found.
English coursework is a bitch, shes too busy.
*sigh*
Im worried and sad.
Meme anyway:
1. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?
I think so.
2. A big poofy dress or a short party dress?
Big poofy fucker
3. What would you do if you received a long love letter?
read it quickly, then later re-read it over and over for anything i missed out and cause i would be all "squee-y". But noone loves me enough for love letters.
4. Group dates or single dates?
Doesnt matter
5. Do you hate it when guys act different arou