It was only a week after the gruesome storm washed away the blood of his mate and their unborn cubs. Refugee sat up in the jungle canopy, far far from his home and thought back to that night. He had, reluctantly, clawed open his mates stomach to try and save the cubs. After all, they were, or at least had been, due any day. Unfortunately, all three cubs, females, were as cold as their mother. So he had clawed a small hole for them and buried them, crying all the while. He desperately wanted to find his families murderer, but the teary sky had washed away all traces of him or the thugs. He knew what the jungle called him; he actually went by many names. Killer, Family Stealer, Claw, Red Fang. His real name was unknown, and his hideout had not yet been discovered by the rest of the forest folk. But he knew, if anyone could find him, he could. He would. Even if it killed him. The scar over his eye and on his hip was, and would forever, be a reminder of the life that had been taken away from him. No, he had not lost his life, but he was not thankful for that. He would have rather died a thousand times by the Murderer's claws then live another day without his mate. His cubs to be. Oh how he hurt on the inside. Every night he awoke to his own yowls of pain. But he would soon find peace.
So... should I make this a story here on Chickensmoothie, guys? I got one vote from my friend saying yes... I think I might... do you like how Refugee is drawn and stuff?? I'd like some feed back... And if you have no idea what this is, you might want to see the first picture -> viewtopic.php?f=32&t=178493
And read below... thanks!!
