Forget this I leap off the tree, falling down, down, down, to the forest floor. I catch the lowest limb of the tree with my left claws and swing my body upward. I swing from tree to tree heading towards the grotto and Zair. My speed and momentum picks up, log Zilla is within my sight. With one last flick of my wrist, I'm soaring through the air, flying over log Zilla , Doing a summersault in the air to redirect myself, I land on all fours on the other side. My messy tangled hair falls over my face and my icy eyes reflect of the fire turning a glowing red.
The fire light blinds my vision for a second, I hadn't realized it was so close to the log. "Zair what in hell were you-"
My eyes adjust to the dancing light. At least twenty shadows stand in front of me, all different sizes and shapes.
Different smells squish their way into my nostrils all at once, putrid smells of sweat and dirt. But not one smells of the grotto, of Zair.
And they all smell human.
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Undomesticated
FantasyIn the country of Azia, Creatures known as the fair folk lurk in the forests. They are a rare breed, being hunted almost to extinction, but now they are know as a status symbol upon the rich. They are kept as pets but are also used as entertainment...
