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[mario_sunny]

Well I haven't gotten deeply into the story yet, so I have not thought of an appropriate title. I have written a bit so far, so tell me what you think:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The small white rabbit appeared out of its burrow. It looked around, left to right and sniffed the air several times. Its eyes darted to a nearby bush when it saw movement, but it was meerly a spider. With hesitation, it crawled out of the safe dirt home and welcomed the outside. It hopped out with asurance, that nothing would harm it. With a final look around to make sure there was absolutely nothing, no traps at all, it bounced off into an open field filled with luscious grass. When it approached, it nibbled on the grass until little teeth marks covered it. It continued with a few more, feasting on the nutrients.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly a faint cracking of leaves came from a bush not far from it. The rabbit froze, terrified to look behind, ears perked up with intensity. Then a great silence arose, and the rabbit slowly lifted its ears to a normal position. So close to wanting to turn back into the safeness of itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s home, it reluctantly chewed on some more healthy grass. Every second its eyes darted from side to side, as if a ferocious fox was going to suddenly jump out of the bush at nab it. Its heart began pounding, beating against its soft furry chest. Ears perked up quickly, even though no noise appeared. It felt something, something was watching it, haunting it, waiting for it to preform a false move that would cost its life. Its nose twitched uncontrollabling, eyes darting faster than ever. Sweat seemed to drip down its face. It prepared its legs for action, ready to run as fast as a cheatah. Its heart pounded insanely fast, every beat increasing in volume. It could hear its beating in its ear, beating, beating, beating. Louder and faster, beating out of its chest, like it would burst open and shake the earth with its beating. Its eyes grew wide and its plump tail shot up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The crackling came again, but louder this time. The rabbit froze again, paralised. Its orange size eyes staring at the source of the sound. A large bush with a broken stick, something had broken just then. Something, something that would kill it and eat it, have it for dinner and share with its offspring. The rabbit almost fainted at the though, but then a tall figure appeared from the bush.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rabbitÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s fear retreated as a large deer emerged. A harmless animal to him. Its stumpy tail relaxed, its alert ears fell down, its nose ceased twitching, and its eyes shrunk, now the size of a small grape. It was not the only time it had felt extreme fear as it nibbled on the grass, still shocked from the event. Its mouth opened and closed in a clockwise rotation shape. It dipped its head down as it saw an especially green blade, its mouth opened and chomped on the grass. But it was not the usual chomp that echos from the sweet green food, this time it was a whoosh. A whoosh that sounded nothing at all like the chomping of grass, or the cracking of a bush. A whoosh that was indeed coming toward the innocent rabbit with great speed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An arrow plunged into the earth inches from rabbitÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s nose, slicing the delicious grass blade in clear half. The arrowtip was greatly sharpened, the wood from a strong tree, and the feathers colored in many ways. For a slight second, the rabbit actually admired the work of art, but soon fear replaced this thought. Its eyes grew wide and darted to the left, where it heard the sound. A dark figure was dashing toward it, with anger in itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s eyes for obviously missing. The small creatureÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s first reaction was to jump to the right and hop as fast as its little legs could carry it. They were little, but they could sure outrun a lot of creatures. It heard the figure curse like crazy as it escaped into the tall grass surrounding several trees. It dared not look behind, afraid an arrow would be rushing toward it, and the last thing he would see was an arrowhead peircing through his eye. The only thing on its mind was to escape. That was it, no matter what it had to escape the attacker. It could hear the figure cursing and cursing, retrieving the arrow from the ground, pulling it on his bow. But the creature was puzzled, it was not even in firing range. How could the figure hit him? Blessed with some assurance, the rabbit slowed its pace as it slowly began to dissapear into the tall grass, where the figure could not spot him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suddenly though, another whoosh sound soared over it, but it was not like the whoosh of an arrow, it was something different. Before the rabbit could guess, a fire emerged in front of him burning the grass, out of nowhere. As if the grass had suddenly burst into flame. The rabbit quickly pondered his options. With fast eyes, he looked around for an escape route. To the left, there was the end of the tall grass, where the figure could possibly catch out with him. In front of him, a random fire had emerged, so that was obviously not a wise option. The rabbit glanced behind him, and to his horror the mysterious figure had somehow gained incredible speed, arrow ready on the bow, not more than thirty feet away. It glanced to the right, and saw its only option: to go into the woods. It hopped instantly toward its freedom, with the approaching figure not far behind. It would make it, it would escape. To his woe though, a deadly cracking sound came from behind him, the sound of burning logs cracking. Curiousity overtook his fear for a split second as his head flashed around to see the figure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The figure jumped at the rabbit, seeing that it had taken the chance to look at him. In midair, he pulled his small knife from his belt ready to pounce.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rabbit saw in horror the fatal mistake it had made, now it would be death for him. The evil man would boil him in a pot of water and munch on him over supper. Knawning on his bones, scraping off his flesh, chewing it with delight. Ripping off his limbs one by one, crunching into the tasty inside. It looked up to meet its doom, but saw something strange.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everything seemed to go in slow motion in that moment, as all deaths do. The rabbit saw the figureÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s hand glow brightly, and became confused. His hand was on fire. It wondered if the figure had accidently lit his hand, but then why is the figure not moaning in pain? It stared at the hand with curiousity again, as the figure raised two fingers, the index and middle together as if someone had bandaged them in place. All the other digits retreated, and the two that were raised glowed brighter than his others. Suddenly a fierce flame appeared on his two fingers, and the rabbit relised what was happening. This figure could use fire to itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s command. Nothing like the fear it felt now had he ever felt before. He was going to be burned alive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But out of nowhere a strand of hope sought out the rabbitÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s emotions. The rabbit grasped it, and held it tightly. It said ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬Åyou are going to surviveÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[mario_sunny]

Darn you page two!

[Deiophobus]

Well, I already read the story on tal_shiar forums heh, but ill post here to bump your thread up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keep up the good work mario.

[mario_sunny]

Thanks for teh bump :mrgreen: