Chapter XVIII
The sharptooth
Ducky and Spike had advanced a considerable distance into the forest on the other side of the river. Again and again they had to climb up or jump down plateaus. Ducky stood tall upright upon Spike's back looking out for Cera. But although she craned her neck as high as she could she was unable to see much further than to the next brushwood. "Cera? Cera, where are you? Come out!" she called, but she didn't get an answer. Suddenly Spike stopped. He had such an uneasy feeling, like a presentiment and he uttered some jumpy sounds. "What's the matter Spiky?" Ducky asked. And the next moment she felt something too. A slightly tremor ran through the ground, but it was strong enough that she could feel it distinctly, even on Spike's back. The next moment she heard a low, dull rumbling. "An earthshake!" whispered Ducky terrified stooping behind one of Spike's little backplates and observing the quivering leafs on the trees. But Spike turned his face to her and shook his head very slightly. Now Ducky noticed too that the tremors were to periodically and to slightly to be the result of an earthquake and the rumbling was actually a snarling and it didn't arose from the earth. Suddenly a husky spitting and roaring could be heard. Ducky ducked deeper behind the backplate; now she knew what it was. The next moment it stood in front of them. With one leap from the next plateau it has landed directly ahead of them, causing a tremor that was nearby it absolutely comparable with one an earthquake would have caused. Spike trembled all over with horror when he rose his head letting his look rambling from the claw armed feet up to the head and the muzzle with the big, sharp teeth. The sight had paralysed him with frighten. He wanted to run away, but his legs didn't obeyed to his will. Now the sharptooth threw back his head into his nape uttering a terrible, atrocious, deafening howl of triumph. But there was something else. Spike was nearly unable to hear it because of the uproar the sharptooth made. Somebody else cried at the top of her voice and it was a horror cry full of mortal fear. It was Ducky on his back. Maybe it was this knowledge that that took away the sinisterly paralyzation from Spike that had impeded Spike from running away. It was already too late to turn round, so Spike simply ran off, between through the sharptooth's legs. Less than a second later the sharptooth's head twitched down. It crushed deep in the ground leaving a big absorption. The sharptooth needed some seconds to comprehend that its victims had escaped its first attack. It rose to full high snarling fury and spitting out the blades of grass, it got into it's mouth during it's unintentionally bite in the dust, disgusted. Then it jerked round to pursuit its victims that had won a short lead in the meantime.
Ducky peeped over Spike's backplates casting a look back. When she saw the sharptooth she yelled a cry of anguish and covered back down behind the backplates that didn't were a real protection, but gave nevertheless a feeling of safety. First they had been able to enlarge their distance to the sharptooth, but now it has started to pursuit and came nearer with every step. Spike ran as fast as he could between compact standing trees to aggravate the sharptooth's pursuit as much as possible. But this seemed to run over the trees justly. It cracked those which stood in its way aside easily and ran on. The lead of Ducky and Spike decreased more and more. They looked out for a shelter vainly; they didn't found anything.
The sharptooth
Ducky and Spike had advanced a considerable distance into the forest on the other side of the river. Again and again they had to climb up or jump down plateaus. Ducky stood tall upright upon Spike's back looking out for Cera. But although she craned her neck as high as she could she was unable to see much further than to the next brushwood. "Cera? Cera, where are you? Come out!" she called, but she didn't get an answer. Suddenly Spike stopped. He had such an uneasy feeling, like a presentiment and he uttered some jumpy sounds. "What's the matter Spiky?" Ducky asked. And the next moment she felt something too. A slightly tremor ran through the ground, but it was strong enough that she could feel it distinctly, even on Spike's back. The next moment she heard a low, dull rumbling. "An earthshake!" whispered Ducky terrified stooping behind one of Spike's little backplates and observing the quivering leafs on the trees. But Spike turned his face to her and shook his head very slightly. Now Ducky noticed too that the tremors were to periodically and to slightly to be the result of an earthquake and the rumbling was actually a snarling and it didn't arose from the earth. Suddenly a husky spitting and roaring could be heard. Ducky ducked deeper behind the backplate; now she knew what it was. The next moment it stood in front of them. With one leap from the next plateau it has landed directly ahead of them, causing a tremor that was nearby it absolutely comparable with one an earthquake would have caused. Spike trembled all over with horror when he rose his head letting his look rambling from the claw armed feet up to the head and the muzzle with the big, sharp teeth. The sight had paralysed him with frighten. He wanted to run away, but his legs didn't obeyed to his will. Now the sharptooth threw back his head into his nape uttering a terrible, atrocious, deafening howl of triumph. But there was something else. Spike was nearly unable to hear it because of the uproar the sharptooth made. Somebody else cried at the top of her voice and it was a horror cry full of mortal fear. It was Ducky on his back. Maybe it was this knowledge that that took away the sinisterly paralyzation from Spike that had impeded Spike from running away. It was already too late to turn round, so Spike simply ran off, between through the sharptooth's legs. Less than a second later the sharptooth's head twitched down. It crushed deep in the ground leaving a big absorption. The sharptooth needed some seconds to comprehend that its victims had escaped its first attack. It rose to full high snarling fury and spitting out the blades of grass, it got into it's mouth during it's unintentionally bite in the dust, disgusted. Then it jerked round to pursuit its victims that had won a short lead in the meantime.
Ducky peeped over Spike's backplates casting a look back. When she saw the sharptooth she yelled a cry of anguish and covered back down behind the backplates that didn't were a real protection, but gave nevertheless a feeling of safety. First they had been able to enlarge their distance to the sharptooth, but now it has started to pursuit and came nearer with every step. Spike ran as fast as he could between compact standing trees to aggravate the sharptooth's pursuit as much as possible. But this seemed to run over the trees justly. It cracked those which stood in its way aside easily and ran on. The lead of Ducky and Spike decreased more and more. They looked out for a shelter vainly; they didn't found anything.