SUPPER TIME!!! its SUPER short, im sorry! ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! BEFORE YOU START COMING AT ME WITH PITCHFORKS AND TORCHES! I HAVE SCHOOL AND IM TRYING TO STAY ALIVE! ༼;'༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
MERCY!
Thank you again Fish! My favorite goober in the world!
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Fugitive
[ˈfyo͞ojədiv]
noun
A person who has escaped from a place or is in hiding, especially to avoid arrest or persecution:
Quick to disappear; fleeting:
The gentle rhythmic sound of rain tapping against leaves and rooftops would have been a tranquil backdrop for a late-season heat, were it not for the current atmosphere. In the serenity of his home, Rose Ganymede would typically have enjoyed the simple pleasure of nuts and berries while engrossed in his work. However, he was now prey. Aware of something sinister, he was being relentlessly pursued. Knowledge has become a dangerous liability.
Oh the faults of his mind and his need to learn and inform.
The rain was a mixed blessing; though it washed away his tracks, it also masked his surroundings, its relentless pitter-patter drowning out all other sound, only leaving the constant drum of his heart. With each step through the grasslands, his pulse drummed faster, his every sense heightened in the face of imminent danger. The storm was both a shield and a menace, hiding his location but also restricting his ability to sense any presence lurking nearby.
In this moment, Rose Ganymede felt a profound connection with his ancestors. The buried sense of bred panic to survive, to flee clawing into his mind and lungs. He carried no tangible proof of the knowledge that had led to his current plight, hunted relentlessly by the man he had once trusted.
MrGladiator99, a once-trusted ally in their shared work at The Morning Report had unexpectedly had turncoat and becthe right-hand bird of the king. This betrayal was particularly striking given the bird's own ancestral legacy. Their forebears had thrived on blood-drenched crop milk and toxic waters, only finding sanctuary in the pride lands as they left the brackish waters. It was a bitter irony that this very traitor now sought blood, a betrayal that felt almost poetically appropriate.
Exhaustion had settled deep into his bones, gnawing at his muscles after hours of constant flight. Gasping for respite, Rose Ganymede leaned against a sturdy tree, its bark cool and reassuring against his back. Deep within, he clung to the hope that Doovid and the rest of the lion pride were still alive somewhere. No bodies had been discovered, and in the absence of definitive evidence, he found solace in
Seeking refuge from the cold, pelting downpour under the protective canopy of trees, Rose Ganymede drew his cloak close to his quavering form. His aging bones protested loudly against the relentless rain, their constant ache a reminder of his diminishing stamina. He recognized the urgent need to find a safe haven, a place to hide. Yet, the once-sanctuary of the hyena priest was no longer an option, their settlement uprooted, leaving him without a place to turn to.
"The whispers of change are starting to crescendo. But how long until we are deaf to her song?"
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I don't call this a full chapter due to this chapter being a little turd. just a nugget.
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