One day, I even got to meet him. When I went for a walk, I was at my great grandma's house and my mom let me go for a walk around a block or two. This year, I was turning sixteen. I have short brown hair that when down goes to my shoulders, but right now was up in a pony-tail, and blue-gray eyes. I wasn't sixteen just yet, I was still fifteen.
It was more towards the end of spring when its still cool outside, but warming up and my birthday is in summer. As I was walking, I felt something bite my ankle, so I looked down to see a little fuzzy animal.
I've never seen something like it around here before. "Well. . . Aren't you cute? now, what are you?" I ask it. it just looked at me with its little beady eyes like it wanted me to pick it up. So, even though I knew I shouldn't, I picked it up, sitting down on the side of the road. I petted its head and felt something by its ears.
"What the. . . ?" I split the fur on top of its head and when I did, I almost dropped it. What I saw was unbelievable. It had horns on top of its little head. "What are you?"
"So. . . there you are, Gwin." I froze. That voice was a males voice, it was familiar and it was coming from right behind me. I was just sitting there, scared to see who it was. "Did you bite this girl?"
'Wait. . . This animal has horns,he bites people, his name is Gwin. . . Does that mean the man behind me is?!' I thought. I turned to look and there he stood. I was right. Dustfinger.
"Is he a marten?" I ask. 'Stupid! Why did you ask him that?! Ask him something else!'
"Yes. . . It looks like you found his horns."
I just nodded.
Beside him was a boy with short, dark hair and I knew right away who he was. It was Farid. He was just staring down at me with shock.
"Hey! he's not biting her right now!"
"Your. . . Did he bite you at all?" Dustfinger ask, kneeling down next to me.
I nodded since that's all I could do.
"Where?"
I moved so he could see my ankle, and when I saw it, it really started to hurt since it was Bleeding.
"Ow. . . it hurts." I whispered.
Dustfinger grabbed Gwin, gave him to Farid, grabbed his backpack and touched the marten bite. I jerked away from him because it really hurt when he touched it.
"OUCH! That does hurt!" I yelled at him. He just sighed and looked at Farid. "Get in there and grab the ointment and the Bandages. . . And don't give him any bread! Not when he bites!"
Farid dropped the piece of bread and hurried to get the stuff out. Since it was spring, I was wearing jeans and socks, so he had to push up the jeans and pull down the sock.
"What are you doing?" I ask. He glanced up at me and held out his hand, so the boy could put the stuff he ask for in his hand.
"What does it look like?" He sighed, "I'm going to fix the wound Gwin gave you." As he put the ointment on my ankle, I watched him. Flinched away when it really hurt.
I just really hate it when it doesn't hurt until you see it.