Post by huneata on Jan 3, 2009 15:09:12 GMT -5
Cannon:
His paws hit hard against stone as he followed the intruders scent. "God d---it!" He stopped as pain flashed up his leg. The male lynx stared stupidly at the sharp rock lodged in his leg. He let out an aggravated sigh. "Of course, it's me this d---ed rock falls on!"
He limped to the side of the narrow, path he was on. He looked over his leg carefully. He wanted to yelp, but he would not let himself. He was no coward. He bent his head down to try to pull the rock out. He bit down securely on the rock, making sure he would not lose his grip.
He half-growled through his teeth, "One, two, three!" Shoot!
He had managed to the rock out of his leg, but as his reward a swell of blood followed by even more pain than he had to begin with. He quickly snatched up a pile of moss laying in a clump on the ground, attempting to stop the torrent of continually pouring blood. It was little help.
The red liquid felt hot and sticky. As it crawled down his leg it felt like a thick syrup. It made him feel... Uncomfortable. Soon there was a small pool of the red "syrup" at his feet. He should probably get up now, but... Some unrecognizable sense told him not to. So he waited a little longer, smelling a faint something he could not identify through the strong scent of blood.
Maybe it was dangerous. Should he leave? Whatever it was, hopefully it wouldn't be too dangerous.
