~Oops, forgot to put the copyright/disclaimer junk in the last two parts. *Ahem* DISCLAIMER: Neopets, Eyries, and alla dat other shtuff is copyright to... Neopets. Adam. Yeah. Those people. Um, yeah. Yeah. Okay, read!!~
Chapter 2
Night - real night, not the half-night it is in the daytime - had fallen. Most of the other Eyries had retired to a clearing in the center of the Woods. Not the red Eyrie. She danced away from the tribe, knowing they would probably just run her out if she did go. Shivering slightly beneath her warm coat of fur and feathers, she sauntered through the dead trees, confident in her path. She went this way most nights. The other Eyries feared it, but she found it peaceful.
Not tonight, she wouldn't.
She heard a ghostly screech, and froze, her saffron eyes staring about. Without warning, the branches above her head cracked angrily. A flash of orange, black, and sharp teeth was all she saw before the sackcloth bag came down around her head.
Bearing the same instincts as any wild creature, she panicked, thrashing about to free herself. Outside, she heard a creaky voice with a heavy accent. "Oh-ho, eet is a viesty vun tunight! She vil have goot vlood, I shouven't vunda!"
The crimson kit had heard of weird accents like that before. It was indubitably Count Von Roo.
She felt the bag being lifted into the air. No! She wasn't about to become some deranged Blumaroo's breakfast! Beak and claws began slashing at the much-used bag. "Eh? Vat is this?" The nightmarish Blumaroo glanced at the struggling bag. "Ho-ho, you cannot vreak through zat!" He held the bag tighter and continued flying.
The kit ignored the Blumaroo's utterance, not understanding his language. They were going very fast now, and the kit only struggled harder. A tiny rip was finally made, and that was all that was needed. Shoving the claws of both paws into it, she pushed harder than she'd ever pushed in her life.
"Huh?!" gulped the astonished Von Roo. His prey had made a huge tear in his bag and had actually burst out and escaped!
The kit realized her mistake too late. She was falling, falling, crashing through the thick tree branches. Impact! Her eyes rolled about dizzily, seeing only a flash of purple and orange, and she knew no more.
~^Nodz^ Story. Mmmyep.~
Chapter 2
Night - real night, not the half-night it is in the daytime - had fallen. Most of the other Eyries had retired to a clearing in the center of the Woods. Not the red Eyrie. She danced away from the tribe, knowing they would probably just run her out if she did go. Shivering slightly beneath her warm coat of fur and feathers, she sauntered through the dead trees, confident in her path. She went this way most nights. The other Eyries feared it, but she found it peaceful.
Not tonight, she wouldn't.
She heard a ghostly screech, and froze, her saffron eyes staring about. Without warning, the branches above her head cracked angrily. A flash of orange, black, and sharp teeth was all she saw before the sackcloth bag came down around her head.
Bearing the same instincts as any wild creature, she panicked, thrashing about to free herself. Outside, she heard a creaky voice with a heavy accent. "Oh-ho, eet is a viesty vun tunight! She vil have goot vlood, I shouven't vunda!"
The crimson kit had heard of weird accents like that before. It was indubitably Count Von Roo.
She felt the bag being lifted into the air. No! She wasn't about to become some deranged Blumaroo's breakfast! Beak and claws began slashing at the much-used bag. "Eh? Vat is this?" The nightmarish Blumaroo glanced at the struggling bag. "Ho-ho, you cannot vreak through zat!" He held the bag tighter and continued flying.
The kit ignored the Blumaroo's utterance, not understanding his language. They were going very fast now, and the kit only struggled harder. A tiny rip was finally made, and that was all that was needed. Shoving the claws of both paws into it, she pushed harder than she'd ever pushed in her life.
"Huh?!" gulped the astonished Von Roo. His prey had made a huge tear in his bag and had actually burst out and escaped!
The kit realized her mistake too late. She was falling, falling, crashing through the thick tree branches. Impact! Her eyes rolled about dizzily, seeing only a flash of purple and orange, and she knew no more.
~^Nodz^ Story. Mmmyep.~