Post by goldendew on Jan 6, 2008 19:51:40 GMT -5
His heart pounding, mind racing, Nettlewing thrust his legs out with much power, throwing him into the abyss. His brain screeched at him to fly but his wings wouldnt move. He fell fast into the gaping black hole beneath him. Nothing was stopping his complete descend to ground, for there was no ground. Nothing was there to catch his fall. And suddenly as a screech escaped from his birdlike muzzle, everything went dark
Nettlewing awoke with a start, his green orbs flickering uncomfortably to the bright midday sun. He mustve fainted again for he found himself laying next to a freshly killed wood pigeon. He pulled himself to his feet and shook his head. Another of those strange bird dreams again...
Nettlewing awoke with a start, his green orbs flickering uncomfortably to the bright midday sun. He mustve fainted again for he found himself laying next to a freshly killed wood pigeon. He pulled himself to his feet and shook his head. Another of those strange bird dreams again...
