Love...?(Thundy)
May 23, 2009 23:50:33 GMT -5
Post by Connelly on May 23, 2009 23:50:33 GMT -5
((Next time type Blade instead of Dagger =) ))
Connelly walked through the dark forest, his blade at his side. He was heading back to camp when he saw a squirrel dart passed him. Connelly hadn't caught anything all day and he need that squirrel. He could already feel the hunger pains chewing at his stomach. He needed to eat or he wouldn't be able to lift his blade. And he must have his blade if he was to live. Connelly chased after the squirrel, not making a single sound, as he trotted through the thick trees after the small squirrel. Up ahead there was a dead end, blocked off by trees o thick even for a squirrel that size still wouldn't fit. Connelly put on the last bit of energy he had and leaped at the squirrel, his blade twirling through his hand like magic. Still he did not cut himself. Connelly was talented that way. He could do anything with a bare blade. Just like the one in his hand right now. He would be almost unstoppable with it. Connelly felt his blade pierce the skin of the small squirrel. Then he felt himself on the ground at the feet of a girl. Connelly heard her speak in the purest voice. Um... hi. Connelly stood up and looked at her. The squirrels blood still on his blade. Connelly twirled it and had it back in his belt in less then a second. He then turned to look up at the girl. He spoke to her in his weird voice that could smooth out anything."Um,sorry about that. Are you alright?I didn't see you there....And I am hungry so I gave chase to the squirrel ." Connelly blushed then bent down and picked up the squirrel. He held it out to her as a apology gift. He didn't mean to almost hit her with his blade.
Connelly walked through the dark forest, his blade at his side. He was heading back to camp when he saw a squirrel dart passed him. Connelly hadn't caught anything all day and he need that squirrel. He could already feel the hunger pains chewing at his stomach. He needed to eat or he wouldn't be able to lift his blade. And he must have his blade if he was to live. Connelly chased after the squirrel, not making a single sound, as he trotted through the thick trees after the small squirrel. Up ahead there was a dead end, blocked off by trees o thick even for a squirrel that size still wouldn't fit. Connelly put on the last bit of energy he had and leaped at the squirrel, his blade twirling through his hand like magic. Still he did not cut himself. Connelly was talented that way. He could do anything with a bare blade. Just like the one in his hand right now. He would be almost unstoppable with it. Connelly felt his blade pierce the skin of the small squirrel. Then he felt himself on the ground at the feet of a girl. Connelly heard her speak in the purest voice. Um... hi. Connelly stood up and looked at her. The squirrels blood still on his blade. Connelly twirled it and had it back in his belt in less then a second. He then turned to look up at the girl. He spoke to her in his weird voice that could smooth out anything."Um,sorry about that. Are you alright?I didn't see you there....And I am hungry so I gave chase to the squirrel ." Connelly blushed then bent down and picked up the squirrel. He held it out to her as a apology gift. He didn't mean to almost hit her with his blade.
