Prelude to Lavender World
Survival instinct kick in along fear and adrenaline that races through my blood as I race through my once home and now deathbed. The forest has never been so unmerciful to me. Different vines, branches, and thorns whip at me as I dash by. Howls of unfriendly foe fill my ear as fear fills my heart. With all the strength my leg can muster I launch farther toward the ruins of the Forbidden City. Hoping, wishing, longing I can make in to its silver rusted gates. Knowing that they will go no farther cross haunted line. Neither human nor animal alike go near, much less enter it. With almost no strength to make it to the gate I slow slightly so close. I feel teeth sang into my right hind leg. With one powerful kick with my left leg I barely escape the teeth of my brothering..., no, my oppressor. I use my two front feet and one back as I leap over a log. I see it. My escape, my freedom, my hope, it's just a head. With so much blood lost I start to get dizzy and stagger to the front. So close I thought as I land with thump all I see is black. All I hear is howls.
The name of this story was going to be Lavender Wolf; I was in a hurry and accidentally type Lavender World. I know I don't know how I was off like that. Must have been thing of some thing else.