I ran breathlessly across the clearing, the ropes which bound me flying in the breeze. Suddenly, I heard a shout, and looking behind me, I scanned the scene. A roaring fire was now eating up an empty spit. I shuddered, thinking how that could have been me roasting up there. A pile of rope still lay coiled next to the flames, frayed from where I had gnawed it off of my body. Looking back again, I saw the glimmer of a sword and the whoosh of someone waving a rake. Two burly farmers were after me, calling "Werecat! Werecat!" Disgusted, I growled low in my throat and continued on my mad dash to the forest line.
....my back hurts >__< Ugh. Anyhow, hope y'all like it X3
I love the writing, also. Lovely style :3
