Welcome to the wonderful world that is the setting for 'The Undergoing Way'!
This is a novel that I've turned into a summer project. However, I really want some feedback and suggestions from some fellow chickensmoothians! I'll give you a couple small paragraphs, to hopefully give you the gist of things.
It had been months since water had been found.
The rainforest had been infiltrated and now the hot and merciless deserts were the only remaining refuge. The group had stuck together for the most part, but even then each was his or her own individual with unique wants and needs, and with his or her own personality came separation. Of course with division came isolation from the group, which meant falling into death's grasp.
The rainforest had been infiltrated and now the hot and merciless deserts were the only remaining refuge. The group had stuck together for the most part, but even then each was his or her own individual with unique wants and needs, and with his or her own personality came separation. Of course with division came isolation from the group, which meant falling into death's grasp.
Every breath was a struggle for all of them now, every paw print left behind in the swirling sand
was another battle fought and won. With every fallen corpse was another major loss. Even then, it provided meager morsels for them- They knew not the luxury of burial anymore. What was meat was food, and what was blood was water, no matter who it had been before. As the sandstorm weakened and the sunlight broadened the pack stopped to rest under a nearly submerged boulder, only barely jutting out enough to house the five survivors from the forty fallen. One of the younger adults suddenly collapsed in spasms, and his four pack mates watched in an eerie eagerness. Slowly his four eyes opened, and his forepaws reached upward in a sign of his wellbeing. The pack nodded with mixed feelings of guilt and despair, but relief was also evident.
was another battle fought and won. With every fallen corpse was another major loss. Even then, it provided meager morsels for them- They knew not the luxury of burial anymore. What was meat was food, and what was blood was water, no matter who it had been before. As the sandstorm weakened and the sunlight broadened the pack stopped to rest under a nearly submerged boulder, only barely jutting out enough to house the five survivors from the forty fallen. One of the younger adults suddenly collapsed in spasms, and his four pack mates watched in an eerie eagerness. Slowly his four eyes opened, and his forepaws reached upward in a sign of his wellbeing. The pack nodded with mixed feelings of guilt and despair, but relief was also evident.
As you may have noticed, these are not just everyday ordinary animals- Nope. These are four eyed hyena/bird/jackal/wolf things I made years ago, though this time they're new-and-improved. I shall post their references soon, but for now I'd like to see if it sounds like an interesting concept to you guys. Hope to hear from you soon~! ;3
~Joypaw