the hunted

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i was just in the forest, minding my own bissness, when I started to hear whispers. I didn't need to look behined me I knew exactly who it was. It was the hunters. Least time they were here they had almost decapitated me, I was not going to let that happen again. So I set off running for my life, and of course they had started to chase me.

As i ran i could feel sticks and twigs pokeing at me hooves and the frezzing air nipping at my face. But then I heard something. A crunch. Acrunch of leaves. Leaves being steped on.

It was Autumn. The leaves had fellen. And they were crunchy. I could hear the hunters runing around trying to find me, I could tell they were getting close so I had to figure out what to do, and do it fast.

I could flee the forest. There would be no trees. Witch ment very little leaves so they couldn't hear me run away. But that meant they could hear my run out of the forest and it would be easier to see me. But, if i'm cearfull with my movements i could manage my way around the leaves in a way were they wouldn't be able to hear me leave. Okay, I'll try that.

*CRACK*

.....They found me. I'm just going to have to run for it. Luckily for me I'm as fast as a whippet, meanwhile the hungry humans are as slow as monsters. But enven with my speed, the forest is a Labryth. I'll just have to hope they don't know the woods as well as I do.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 10, 2023 ⏰

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