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Plenty of Wings- part 2I wandered around for a bit, looking for that cute little cat thing i was supposed to fight. It didn't take that long. There were no good hiding places in a forest with no leaves or bushes. Now i could see him sitting in the tree above me. He seemed to be distracted and perhaps lost in his thou- WHOA WAIT WHAT IS THAT ON HIS SHOULDER?! There was some kind of dragon-looking thing perched on his shoulder! It was a pale yellow and orange color and about a foot long. I have seen many dragons, but never one so tiny. Maybe it was a baby? But why would he be using a baby dragon to fight? I decided to get on up there and start the fight.
I heel pretty fast, but that wound i got from Vriit's strange weapon was still making my shoulder sore. I decided it would be easier to climb the tree if I was in my demon form. My opponent didn't seem to recognize me though. When i quickly reached his branch and sat next to him he freaked out. He tumbled back with a "WHOA!" and almost fell out of the tree. Hi
Plenty of Wings part 1Plenty of Wings
Fiona set down my opponent and came into our room with an elaborate painting in hand. No doubt it was a dying world, but I wasn't concerned about that now. I eagerly poked at the cute little nose of my opponent, which only seemed to agitate and embarrass him more. And I thought Vriit was cute! Was all that ran through my mind.
"I found a world you might like, Hollow. There are plenty of monsters and dead things. You like that kind of stuff, right?" Fiona said as she placed the huge painting on the floor.
That was it. My attention was grasped by her words and I gave an excited grin. My opponent's face looked more terrified than excited, but what did I care?
"ONWARD KITTY/RACOON THING!" I shouted as I tossed him into the painting. I should have probably asked for his name oh well.
I grabbed Mr. Pumpkin and jumped in after my opponent.
I landed in the dying world just in time to see the little kitty guy scramble into the forest nearby. It reminded me of the
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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