Name, Date, Yadda-Yadda-Yadda wrote:name; Maverick
gender; male
brief personality;
friendly- somewhat clumsy- easily amused
determined- loyal above all else
a poor storytellerAs we all know, loyalty comes at high costs. I lost it all at the highest.The day was hot, and nearly three years ago, and I can remember the sun beating down on my back and the sweat rolling down my face. Mind you at the time I did have other scars, from skirmishes and such, but none were the one I nearly lost my life over. The month was August, the day Monday. I think anyway, and I was wondering back to my den from a day of foraging when out of no where I was jumped. I wasn't paying attention, busy talking with my best friend, and was not prepared. The screams of the fishing bird filled my ears, the wing-like shapes on my head being aimed at. I fought, not to protect myself but my friend. Much to my dismay now, and not to my knowledge at the time, he had left me for dead to save himself.
The struggle was long, the bird relentless in it's longing to eat me to satisfy it's hunger. I could tell my strength was waning, as was the bird's, and I couldn't last much longer. In a last ditch effort to get away, I bit at it. The bird's long beak penetrated my neck. Blood poured, filling and clouding the water. The bird, unable to see me now, left to find an easier meal. I am lucky to be alive, and my trust broken.