Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!


21. An Average Morning


          She snorted, tasting the air with her tongue.
          Flicking her tail in disgust, she continued about her business. It was only a deer, she reasoned. Those furry things really annoyed her. The morning forest saw them scampering about in a faux joyous manner that made her insides turn over.
          Oh well, at least they made a good meal now and then.
          Her blood-smeared face was the only evidence she'd been eating. The carcass was nowhere to be seen. Whether her stomach could take the hard bone and excess fur of the rabbit was not even a question.
          Peering down the small ravine, the creek trickled down, babbling softly. She scooped some of the clear liquid into her reptilian hands and splashed her face with it.           "Can't have a beastly face," her guardian had always told her. "Unseemly for a lovely creature such as you."
          "Lovely creature?" she snorted. "Abomination of nature is more like it."
          With one last splash, and now a cold and wet face, she took off, scampering through the trees.
          The edge of the forest came quicker than she imagined. Roaming these woods for years, she thought she had an idea of what exactly they consisted of, but something always caught her off guard.
          Perhaps it was the magical nature of the woods.
          Magical? Pah. Who was she fooling? There was nothing magical about these trees. They were average at best.
          Then again…
          A loud roar echoed through the trees. Crank started, a shiver running down her spine.
          Another roar, even louder than the last, followed by a soft whining.
          The raptor rolled her eyes. It appeared that he had hurt himself again.
          Without warning, she took off like a bullet. Everything around her was a blur. Her tail lashed wildly helping her keep her balance.
          Throwing up her faux wings to slow herself, she skidded to a stop in front of the cave.
          A roar blasted from not far inside. If her fore claws had not been covering her ear holes, she would have been deaf.
          "Blasted son of a mother duck!"
          "What did you do this time, Jeffery?" Crank said scoldingly.
          "The gold-dern rats are eating the clovers again!"
          "Rats, huh?" Crank grinned. "Let me take care of those."

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