darkSpyro

Startin' soon.

I eyed the corner. My ears stroked back in fear. The river flowed silently through the long road of bosky trees that sprung out from the tall grass. The moon was full.

I begged the pain to stop as I kneeled for the merci. I howled. The cringey, burning feeling grew until it snapped, with a painful recoil. I was down completly now. My teeth clenched together, fitting in neatly into place. I felt warmer, even though it was just coming towards winter; the nights were always cold. But I didn't know if that was because I hated nights. Who wouldn't?

Finally my snout bursted back and a ebony black nose poped out. Why?

hmm interesting.