EltanDarkfeather

Dangerous Enemy Thunder sounded loud and true, cracking like a whip as the downpour of cold, stinging rain ran through his coarse fur, dragging the tip of his bloody sword over the ground. They had taken his friend, they had stood in his way, they had to die for the mistake they made. He panted, his breath blooming in the cold air as the grass beneath his foot pads crunched. Looking ahead in a ditch between the hills, he growled. His red scaled friend was tied with his hands behind him, his maw gagged, legs tucked under him, and a blindfold over his eyes. His tail was lying to the side, bent awkwardly in a new angle. His anger flared up aga

Blood poured freely from his side. He had dropped his short sword a while back, using a paw to cover the grave wound. He stumbled on in the dark, the moon full as full and bright as a morning sun. Twigs and rocks threaten to trip him repeatedly, trying to get away from the mongrels he had left behind. They didn't know the forest as well as he, however they were not bleeding to death either. His tongue lolled out of his maw as he panted, feeling as his strength ebbed away in gushes. He took his paw away and looked at the darkened, matted fur there before returning it to his side with a wince. The ground started to wet his hind paws, coating