a hyena’s scars

Chapter three.

Zora lay on the ground unconscious. Then she woke up. She heard something sniffing her. She started. In front of her was a dark colored hyenadon with reddish orange eyes. Her face was scarred terribly, one eye blank white. Zora let out a short yell then went quiet. The strange hyenadon snorted. “Weak.” She growled. “Pathetic.” “W-who are you?” Zora asked. The hyenadon sneered. “You’ll figure that out in time but for now…you can me Roxy.” She said. “What do you want?” Zora asked. Roxy just sneered at her. “You should have figured that out so I’ll give you time…and until you give me what I want well… you’ll see.” She took her claw and nongingerly cut Zora’s face. Zora cried out in pain then blinked and…Roxy was gone. Zora stumbled to her feet and limped toward the direction of their mountain that had all the caves that their hyenadon tribe lived in.

I hope that you’re having a great day and I hope you have enjoyed my story so far.

-X-23.