07-24-2008, 06:26 PM
I have no idea where this is going at all, or if I'll do anything with it. I was just surfing the tides of the intertubes when it popped into my head. I feel kinda lame, I havent written for years, then suddenly I can't stop, and I write something about neopets... Anyway, enjoy.
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Argento sniffed the ground where the snow had been indented.
Tracks...
He pushed his snout deeper into the snow, snorting slightly as some loose flakes flew up his nose.
Fresh tracks!
Having not eaten for what felt like a year, but was closer to a week, the idea of a nearby meal waiting for him was almost too much excitement to bear. Keeping his cool, Argento lifted his head, and pivoted his ears side to side like satellite dishes, scanning the terrain for the slightest hint of movement. The falling snow was too thick for his sight to be much use.
Life on Terror Mountain was not easy, especially for a lone lupe. While his appearance was usually reserved for Lupes hailing from Tyrannia, the thick fur and slate blue colouring also made perfect camouflage for hunting, and kept him warm. He was feral, having been raised as part of one of the numerous packs that dotted the more wild areas on the mountain, though had strayed close enough to Happy Valley enough times to learn the human language, as all neopets have the ability to do. He was no longer in a pack, his selfish methods of hoarding any catch bringing him to one day simply ditch his family. This brought advantages and disadvantages. No one would demand he shared a meal with them, but hunts were much easier with backup. Certainly recently, he had often wished for companions to assist him, though pride quickly chased any thoughts of returning from his mind.
Hearing nothing, he lowered his head again, and tried to follow the scent from the tracks he had found. They seemed to lead towards the ice caves. More fools trying to get past the Snowager, no doubt, he thought to himself. He knew little about the ice caves or the Snowager, having been simply taught from a young age that it was to be feared and avoided. The ice caves were the one place on Terror Mountain he never went near for fear the Snowager might leap out and devour him instantly. Although...
His stomach eventually decided for him, and he followed the vague direction the scent lead him. After all, they may not have reached the caves yet, in which case there was nothing to fear. The sky had darkened as the falling snow intensified, which pleased him; it may slow him down, but it'd slow inexperienced travellers more. He trotted at a fair pace, taking care to be quick yet silent.
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And, at 2:10am, that's where I've ended it for now.
I have to say, it feels awesome to be writing properly again after who knows how long. Hopefully I can keep it up and people will stop telling me off. Any comments are appreciated, and if you wanna use this for something, feel free to ask me- like I say, I have no plans for it.
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Argento sniffed the ground where the snow had been indented.
Tracks...
He pushed his snout deeper into the snow, snorting slightly as some loose flakes flew up his nose.
Fresh tracks!
Having not eaten for what felt like a year, but was closer to a week, the idea of a nearby meal waiting for him was almost too much excitement to bear. Keeping his cool, Argento lifted his head, and pivoted his ears side to side like satellite dishes, scanning the terrain for the slightest hint of movement. The falling snow was too thick for his sight to be much use.
Life on Terror Mountain was not easy, especially for a lone lupe. While his appearance was usually reserved for Lupes hailing from Tyrannia, the thick fur and slate blue colouring also made perfect camouflage for hunting, and kept him warm. He was feral, having been raised as part of one of the numerous packs that dotted the more wild areas on the mountain, though had strayed close enough to Happy Valley enough times to learn the human language, as all neopets have the ability to do. He was no longer in a pack, his selfish methods of hoarding any catch bringing him to one day simply ditch his family. This brought advantages and disadvantages. No one would demand he shared a meal with them, but hunts were much easier with backup. Certainly recently, he had often wished for companions to assist him, though pride quickly chased any thoughts of returning from his mind.
Hearing nothing, he lowered his head again, and tried to follow the scent from the tracks he had found. They seemed to lead towards the ice caves. More fools trying to get past the Snowager, no doubt, he thought to himself. He knew little about the ice caves or the Snowager, having been simply taught from a young age that it was to be feared and avoided. The ice caves were the one place on Terror Mountain he never went near for fear the Snowager might leap out and devour him instantly. Although...
His stomach eventually decided for him, and he followed the vague direction the scent lead him. After all, they may not have reached the caves yet, in which case there was nothing to fear. The sky had darkened as the falling snow intensified, which pleased him; it may slow him down, but it'd slow inexperienced travellers more. He trotted at a fair pace, taking care to be quick yet silent.
---
And, at 2:10am, that's where I've ended it for now.
I have to say, it feels awesome to be writing properly again after who knows how long. Hopefully I can keep it up and people will stop telling me off. Any comments are appreciated, and if you wanna use this for something, feel free to ask me- like I say, I have no plans for it.
Its definatly much better than a lot of things in there.
Now I just need to figure what that story is.