Username:
Guepardo
Name:
Neo
Gender:
Male
Story:
Neo mumbled quietly to himself as he walked down the little path, kicking a can with him. It bounced off of the earth and then fell still again, where Neo again tossed it away with a paw. The sun was at it highest peak, and it was a Saturday. Neo had nothing to do, so he went on a nature walk.
Neo had been doing this since he was young, following the same trail. He even created his own little secret hideaways here and there. Neo kicked the can again and it pinged away. Neo ran up to it this time and kicked it again, quickly. It was sent flying.
As Neo rounded up to the can again, he caught sight of his mark. A bronze and rusted key, hanging by an old but sturdy string. Neo kicked the can over, and saw the worn path in the long grass he had made. Neo had been coming her for a while, it was his most recent hideaway. He pulled the key and strong down, and tied them to his leg. They were just little accessories he had picked up on the trail before.
Neo walked along his own trail, glancing at his surroundings. Even though it was his most recent hideaway, it seemed oddly familiar. A little bit like deja-vu. As Neo heard the trickling of a stream, he knew he was close.
The can only had to be kicked once more, over a bush, to land in the hideaway. The key knocked gently against Neo's legs as he sent himself over the bush, and landed in the clearing. It had a stream running right through the middle, with brambles, bushes and long grass circling around the whole area. So it was pretty private.
The clearing did stop abruptly a few feet after the stream, where it dipped down. There was a cliff there, with another clearing at the bottom. After that clearing was a thick forest.Neo rarely goes on the other side of the stream, though. The time he did, he nearly slipped down the cliff.
Neo gave the can a light kick, and it plopped into the water. As it hit the surface, little drops were sent flying up. They hit Neo, but Neo didn't mind. He watched the can bob down the stream. Then he saw something. With nimble hands it reached out and snatched the can.
Neo watched and then saw the bushes rustle. The can was tossed aside, and Neo saw the tip of it disappear down the cliff. Neo snapped his head at the sound of water being disturbed. The animal was darting across the river as it saw the key shine when the sun hit it. Neo quickly recognized the animal as a raccoon.
It fearlessly reached out for the key as soon as it stepped on land. Neo pulled his paw away, unafraid of the little animal. It was very small compared to him. The raccoon suddenly puffed up and hissed, its attack-mode switching on. Neo noticed the long claws on it, easy for tearing or cutting the string. Neo curled his lip up. The raccoon taking the unwanted can was fine, but the key? No.
The raccoon lunged forward, and Neo dodged. But the raccoon hissed more menacingly this time and leaped towards Neo. Neo flew across the stream easily, but the raccoon was already bounded across. Neo felt claws rake his side as he was attempted to be attacked a third time. Neo jumped forward, and he saw the distance to the clearing at the bottom of the cliff.
Neo felt his head swarm, but before he could do anything, the raccoon lunged on him. Neo tipped forward with the extra weight, and his bandana flew into his face, blocking his view. He couldn't fly, because the raccoon had one of his wings pinned. Neo flailed his legs hopelessly, knowing that he was coming closer to the ground.
The ground connected with Neo's body, making all of his muscles fail. He gave in and ended up as a crumpled heap. The raccoon wasn't there anymore, and Neo heard it scampering away into the brush. Neo raised his head, still dazed.
Then, there it was. That old silver ring, in the trail that the raccoon had fled along. Neo's eyes widened and he scrambled toward it. The raccoon didn't notice it, as it was buried underneath a thin layer of dirt. It had just uncovered it while it was running. Neo reached out and took it. He had lost this ring when he was young. It had been given to him by one of his best female friends, who always went on adventures and made hideaways with Neo.
Neo put it on, after brushing off the dirt from it. It felt very odd there. Neo stood slowly, his legs shaking. A little bit of blood dribbled where he stood, and Neo looked at his wound. It wasn't that bad. Neo flapped his wings and rose into the air.
It made sense that this place was familiar. Neo and his female friend had come to the stream-clearing a few times, just to play. It all came back to Neo. How he had lost the ring.
They were sitting at the edge of the cliff, watching the sun set. Neo was playing with his silver ring, when he couldn't catch it. It fell down, somewhere below the cliff. Neo and his friend panicked slightly, but they went home. They couldn't look for it that day, because night would soon be coming.
The day after, they both went there again. Neo and his friend searched for the ring, but they never found it.
Neo smiled. At least he had found the ring again. He set himself down in the clearing and went back up his trail. He'd had enough of his adventure for today.