Chapter 3
A/N: (To all TailsxCosmo fans…) have you guys heard of the Tails and Cosmo shrine? If you like the pairing, you really should join; it could use some more members. Anyone can join, even if you don't really like it that much, but for as long as you don't dislike it.
Miles opened his eyes slowly, still unmoving on the ground. When he looked around he heard a bird in a distant, screeching to its fellow fliers. He tried to lift up his head, and felt how weak he was. He turned his head, and then opened his mouth in horror.
The Plane was in a complete wreck, though the fire was now out. He mustered all of his strength, stood up, and ran toward the plane. Yes! It was still repairable, but he would need some parts of other wrecked planes, which was perhaps nearly hopeless. He sighed, and checked to make sure the engine was in still good condition.
Fortunately the engine was not scratched, but it was low on fuel, and the plane was low on power. When he retreated from the plane, he heard footsteps, slowly, and stealthily approaching him. He turned around in fear, and then turned another way.
The noise was coming from the trees, but there were trees everywhere, then it seemed to be coming from the bushes, but that was everywhere too. His heart began to beat faster, sweat began to trickle down his face, and scariest of all, he still could figure where the creature was.
Fortunately, he remembered that there are things a nose can do that eyes and ears cannot. The smell came to him n a strong waft, smelling like it had lived in a jungle all its life. He turned toward the scent, and trembling fearfully, boldly stated, "Come out, if you are a friend, but if you are a foe, I'll have no quarrel with you." He wouldn't stand a chance anyway. Not for long, anyway.
"This is a friend, stalking you in the shadows silently, trying to learn why you are here." The voice within the forest replied. "But alas, I underestimated your nose, but that shan't happen again. The great Rosaline will not do so again this time."
The creature appeared from the woods. It was a humanoid white tiger, and what surprised Tails most was that it was here. Most of her species lived up in the mountains, and even the humanoid tigers usually preferred to live away from civilization. But it could explain why she was in the forest.
"May I ask your name, young fox?" Rosaline asked him. "It's been quite a while since I've seen anyone here. Huh, the last person that crashed here just ran away. Poor them, I didn't see them again, or at least not until I saw their remains. They fell off a cliff, the idiots. Golly, can't they see anything?"
"My name is Miles Prower, but everyone just calls me Tails." He told her modestly.
"Tails?" She replied incredulously. "What kind of name is that? I was expecting something much grander. Still, a name isn't everything I suppose. But golly, that name is so boring. Not to mention that it is very unoriginal. Don't you know how many snakes have been called Tails? There are even snakes with two tails, or even two heads, or two head and tails for that matter. You know how many foxes have more than one tail? Several. But there are almost none, if any, nine tailed foxes right now. Hmm, I would love to see a fox with a tenth one."
She kept rambling and rambling on. If the conversation was completely told here, it would take another tow paragraphs. Fortunately, she was interrupted by a rumble in the forest, and Tails was spared from the lengthy conversation. "The Gorlock's cry!" She yelled. She turned to Tails. "Quickly, we must hide, and you must stay silent. And watch the ground, the Gorlock's feet point backwards! Move quickly, if you value your life. By the tiger's claw, today is the day the Gorlock shall fall!
