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Cafall sensed Evil, he could also sense that the strange accented boy with Bran could
sense it too, but was not paying attention to it. Cafall had always been able to sense
things like this, it was what marked him different from other dogs. It was said that dogs
could smell fear, well Cafall could, and he could smell Evil too, and the stench of Evil
was exeptionally strong now, just as it was a few moments ago, when the great wind had
come from the sky. The evil had started as soon as Bran had fallen, and Cafall uttered
a small whine, willing Bran to start playing again, but he didn't. He began barking
furiously at the slope above him, the source of the incoming Evil, he could hear his
master calling for him, but he payed no attention, he was completely focused on the now
appearing head of the great grey wolf, towering above them, mocking them. and then the
whole World seemed to come into focus for the white dog, the whole of his meaning, the
reason for his existence, to protect Bran, at all costs. And so, as the snarling wolf
leapt through the air, a white streak met it and collided. Cafall felt his teeth sink
satisfyingly into the flesh of the wolf's upper leg, and in a moment, they had both landed
and Cafall was on the monstrosity's heels, tearing down through the bracken of the hills
he knew so well. He was gaining on his quarry, and he knew there was a wall up ahead,
which was another advantage to him. The only thing that concerned Cafall was the fact that
this wolf could run, despite his leg being torn. but Cafall raced after him, barking
challenges to the evil being.
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Then came the wall, the grey hound jumped, swerved in the air and raced off along the
bottom of the wall, towards the sheep, Cafall's instincts knew this was bad, so he put
on an extra burst of speed, so he was almost nipping the other animal's heels. They were
much closer to the sheep now, and Cafall was tiring, he knew he must reach the wolf
before it reached the sheep, and so Cafall ran. And then he knew he had the upper hand,
the grey blur infront of him slowed for a second and leapt at the nearest sheep, but that
second was all that Cafall needed, he bounded straight at the Wolf, just as the Wolf
ripped the Sheep open with it's razor sharp claws, Cafall reached forward with his paw,
to scratch the flank of this beast, when he heard the tremendous bang from the gate. A
shattering pain ripped through the poor dog's chest, like someone had stabbed him with
a burning sword, Cafall yelped and fell, crumpled to the floor. The last thing the limp
dog saw was the face of Bran, his master, leaning over him and sobbing, and the strange
boy standing near, sensing Bran's sorrow, and trying to comfort it. He made a feeble
effort to lick Bran's hand, and then his life flickered out like a candle with no wick
left to burn, fading, fading, until it was extinguished.
for the use of HTML Breaks, if they don't work...
BRBR
Cafall sensed Evil, he could also sense that the strange accented boy with Bran could
sense it too, but was not paying attention to it. Cafall had always been able to sense
things like this, it was what marked him different from other dogs. It was said that dogs
could smell fear, well Cafall could, and he could smell Evil too, and the stench of Evil
was exeptionally strong now, just as it was a few moments ago, when the great wind had
come from the sky. The evil had started as soon as Bran had fallen, and Cafall uttered
a small whine, willing Bran to start playing again, but he didn't. He began barking
furiously at the slope above him, the source of the incoming Evil, he could hear his
master calling for him, but he payed no attention, he was completely focused on the now
appearing head of the great grey wolf, towering above them, mocking them. and then the
whole World seemed to come into focus for the white dog, the whole of his meaning, the
reason for his existence, to protect Bran, at all costs. And so, as the snarling wolf
leapt through the air, a white streak met it and collided. Cafall felt his teeth sink
satisfyingly into the flesh of the wolf's upper leg, and in a moment, they had both landed
and Cafall was on the monstrosity's heels, tearing down through the bracken of the hills
he knew so well. He was gaining on his quarry, and he knew there was a wall up ahead,
which was another advantage to him. The only thing that concerned Cafall was the fact that
this wolf could run, despite his leg being torn. but Cafall raced after him, barking
challenges to the evil being.
BRBR
Then came the wall, the grey hound jumped, swerved in the air and raced off along the
bottom of the wall, towards the sheep, Cafall's instincts knew this was bad, so he put
on an extra burst of speed, so he was almost nipping the other animal's heels. They were
much closer to the sheep now, and Cafall was tiring, he knew he must reach the wolf
before it reached the sheep, and so Cafall ran. And then he knew he had the upper hand,
the grey blur infront of him slowed for a second and leapt at the nearest sheep, but that
second was all that Cafall needed, he bounded straight at the Wolf, just as the Wolf
ripped the Sheep open with it's razor sharp claws, Cafall reached forward with his paw,
to scratch the flank of this beast, when he heard the tremendous bang from the gate. A
shattering pain ripped through the poor dog's chest, like someone had stabbed him with
a burning sword, Cafall yelped and fell, crumpled to the floor. The last thing the limp
dog saw was the face of Bran, his master, leaning over him and sobbing, and the strange
boy standing near, sensing Bran's sorrow, and trying to comfort it. He made a feeble
effort to lick Bran's hand, and then his life flickered out like a candle with no wick
left to burn, fading, fading, until it was extinguished.