Thought I'd celebrate FangRai February (Forever) with a fic! Plus it helps me practice for my Creative Writing course. ^^''
Enjoy!
The weather on Gran Pulse was something of a reflection of the world itself: powerful and unpredictable.
Torrential rains pounded the grassy earth below while vicious lightning danced across the sky. The thunder seemed to boom so loudly that it shook the trees and frightened the wildlife into hiding. One would have to be crazy or desperate to attempt travel in a storm like the one that was currently raging.
As it turns out, the rider of the lone gorgonopsid currently tearing across the sodden plains was just that. Well, sure he was a bit crazy. Most people in the newly established Guardian Corps Anti-Beast Unit had to be missing a few screws in order to take on the kind of work that was laid on them regularly. But right now he was mostly just desperate. Desperate to make it back to New Bodhum, back to civilization, back to a doctor before it was too late. He was running out of time.
Looking down at the limp, bloodied figure in his arms, the man grit his teeth, willing the huntress to live.
"Just, hang on…Fang."