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Deja-vu
Part 2
I walk on for miles, cold, shivering, my only warm supplied by the rapidly sinking sun, and what little garments I have to clothe my otherwise bare body.
For the first time in a long time…I felt- lost.
I stared about in growing desperation, with each step, my body weakened, what little morale i had, had died long ago.
I cross over the gray beaches toward the far lands, a wooded patch far ahead, and after a long bout of trekking, I reached it.
A long stretch of wood, parasaurs, dilophosaurs, and dodos, all creatures I had become familiar with, dotting the wooded land.
As I gazed around, my eye caught a beast of metal hide, glowing with a mechanical light, it was a parasaur…but not.
Despite my frail body, and weakened state, I threw all caution to the wind, and charged toward the beast, it only stared in a confused trance, before I met it, with my fists, the sharp pain of flesh meeting metal stung, and bruised, but as it ran, I felt a surge of hope, and so I charged after, heart alight with the hope of tomorrow.
-SB8960
Cold hell
Chapter 1
Page 3
Canine had arrived at the forests, but something was wrong, it felt like something was watching him. That very night, he went to drink, and saw a strange bird fly over the creek. He growled, blasting a beam if frost towards it, scaring it away. For now.
The next day, he went out hunting. He saw a trike, the perfect target. One beam of frost and a few bites later and the trike was dead. After his feast, Canine strolled around, looking for more prey. He was growing rapidly, thus he needed to eat more and more every day. One mammoth later and he finally felt at peace. He curled into a ball, falling a sleep, letting his body grow. He was drained after the long hunting he had done. And now he could rest.
The next morning he yet again hunted for more prey, mammoths, rexes, argys even survivors. But he didn’t find much. He settled on three trikes, as they were no longer even a threat towards him. They could still hurt him, but he could easily kill three of them. After his feats, he yet again hunted, and hunted, and hunted. Eventually he gave up. Curling up in a ball, falling a sleep.
-Surviver
Cold hell
Chapter 1
Page 2
Canine had successfully caught a megaloceros for a few days ago, but after the successful hunt, he hadn’t spotted a single prey for awhile. He wondered what could have happened, as a survivor riding an argentavis flew by, landing on the cliffside, hoping of and-.
“Gotcha!”
The survivor screeched in pain as Canine Sank his teeth in his body, ripping it to pieces. The argy turned to Canine, it’s eyes filled with rage. It flew towards him, but he was too fast, pouncing and grabbing it’s throat, ripping out it’s air pipe, suffocating it. Another great hunt, but it wouldn’t bring back all the prey, he would need to heed east, until he arrived at the flora and fauna filled forests. Though, he was unsure of what awaited him there.
Would it be danger? Or rewards? Maybe both?
He started his journey towards the forests, arriving as the sun was setting, marking another dusk. He had now as much food as he could ever dream of! He was set for a whole season, maybe more! He had reached his goal, now, he would rest.
-Surviver
Cold hell
Prologue
Page 1
The cold breeze ruffles Canine’s fur, as he stands up, howling on the top of the mountain. Icicles grow out of Canine’s body, as he gets ready to leap into the wilderness of the snowy mountains. With one strong kick with his hind legs he pounces of the cliff, landing beside a megaloceros, instantly grabbing it by the hind leg, pulling it towards him. He lets go for a second, only to chomp down on the deer’s front leg. Hurling it towards a rock, he hopes the impact will knock the deer off its feet, and make it easier to go for the neck. But at the last second, it gets up, only for Canine to sink his teeth into it’s throat. He had succeeded. And now, he would feast. But first, he howled in triumph over his prey, as he then began his feast.
-Surviver
The Fjordur Chronicles
Chapter 1
Zeta had a suspicion. Around Fjordur he had seen emblems that even Hilna couldn't seem to translate. He even asked Einiera- who didn't even know how to read- and Darran, who thought Zeta was joking.
"What does it mean?" Zeta asked himself.
That night, he had a vivid dream. A man with fur, claws, and a Fenrir tail was roaring commands at two wolves the size of small cars.
"Skőll!" screamed the furry man. "Bring me that chip!"
The blue wolf brought the man a computer chip.
"Hati!" yelled the furry man. "Put the chip into the—"
The furry man turned towards Zeta.
"He's invading! We sent the dream to the wrong person! Skőll, bring me the results, NOW!"
Then the furry man kicked Dream Zeta in the face. He woke up. The Pelagornis outside the condo was crowing louder than ever. "Einiera! Hilna! Darran!!" yelled Zeta. "You're gonna want to hear this!"
"I don't want to hear this," said Einiera, "But I will hear it anyways, so long as you don't wake me up at nighttime for another month."
"Guys, you won't believe this," said Zeta, "But I had the weirdest dream..."
Ch. 2 coming soon! I will put it in Fjordhawk