It was a mess.
The desolate city shook with an explosion… though it was not visible. No plume of ash and dust. No mushroom of nuclear activity.
With each bang, the city crumbled more and more, the grey concrete smashing once it hit the dirt ground.
She hesitantly took a step forwards, her dark brown eyes gazing across the ruined buildings. She blinked, lifting her wrist to view three claw-like strikes.
She pulled three fingers on her left hand, and traced the strikes.
Her body went limp as her form began to shift. She breathed as her form shifted from a human… to a thylacine. Streaks crusaded down her thigh, she let her jaw drop as the thylacine lifted her head to the city.
She leaped forwards, breaking into a run as she ventured deeper into the city. She glanced around, fire gracing the roofs and sides of the various skyscrapers and buildings.
She finally twist her head forwards, and lurched backwards as a massive fireball soared right upon her.
It was like being hit with a bomb. She was thrown backwards in the most violent manner… though she never landed.
When the pressure from the blast finally faded, another sort of pain set it. Her eyes shot open, her breath had come to a stop.
It was almost a pitch black blue, though the only light colors were the light crusading from above, and the sand that bore her to the bottom of the ocean. She was knee-deep in sand, and she could've sworn she felt metal bands around her ankles.
Her body tensed up, thrashing against the aqua. She strained for breath. Her lungs seemed to close up, her throat closing as well. Finally… she let herself go limp.
The girl jolted upright, banging her head on the branch. She winced, pressing her right hand to the area of pain. She breathed in the crisp morning air, branches laid against the girl's sides. She blinked, shifting her eyes towards the east. Her eyes pressed through the coverage of trees, the orange sun pulling itself up over the horizon of trees.
Alright. Didn't like it? Tough, this is my last story I'll be contributing to WK. I am now 13 and I'm sorry to say that Wild Kratts does not interest me anymore, and I only liked it in somewhat secret it the first place.
If, for some reason, you 'still' want to either talk with me (which I'm completely open for!) I'll be on Omega Victorious and my main tumblr account is neurotoxitic.
Anyways, this is goodbye, WK fandom. Thank you whom have known my account (and have at least put up with me xD) for the years. You've all started me off in becoming the person I am now.
Thank you.
For me, Wild Kratts was a sort of starter fandom. It was almost my only source of happiness when I lived in Mississippi, where nobody at school liked me. I was bullied constantly, and I was actually pretty depressed down there.
Now that I live in Texas, I've lost interest in the show, as I do not exactly need it as I once did... I doubt I'll come back to complete this story, so if you'd like, you can write the rest out. It open to be continued by whomever wants to continue it, and you can do it without asking (though with credit, because the character used is mine. (Thyme) and I'd also prefer that instead of you copy and pasting the text, that you link back to this one using the insert link.
Okay, enough rambling. Thank you for putting up with me years ago.
Goodbye,
Mystic