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Iron Anon: Humble beginnings

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  1. >You crouch there in the bushes, never more confused on what to do
  2. >Why the hell did it just fall out of the sky?
  3. >Gus is the first to make a move
  4. >Slowly, the white hound leaves your side and approaches what, in his mind, could be an early lunch
  5. “Gus!”
  6. >You give a hushed shout
  7. “Get back here now…!”
  8. >The wolfdog is not listening, but pauses for a moment and looks back
  9. >He’s inviting you to join him for the snack
  10. >How honored you must have felt sarcasm
  11. >He continues closing in
  12. “GUS!”
  13. >Your voice has some authority in it this time
  14. >The hunger mutt somewhat obeys
  15. >He plants his hindquarters on the ground but his eyes remain locked on that thing
  16. >You sigh
  17. >Might as well feed your own curiosity and check it out
  18. >You begin to climb out of the bush but stop halfway
  19. >You don’t know what this thing is... err was
  20. >Probably died on impact
  21. >Probably.
  22. >…
  23. >You turn back to the sled
  24. >Reaching in between the basket and the base of the handlebar, you search for something tucked away in the construct of the sled
  25. >You find and pull out an odd shape, covered with thick grey cloth
  26. >Unwrapping it, you look at the revolver in your hands
  27. >Your father had gotten it for a good deal a few years back, seeing how it was black powder and everyone wanted the new smokeless automatics
  28. >From what the dealer said, it was an old Germanic sidearm
  29. >Due to a designer’s deflect, the cylinder was too small to fit a big enough cartridge to fire the gun’s high caliber
  30. >As a result, the thing was barely sub-sonic
  31.  
  32. >It was also a pain to reload
  33. >But it wasn’t totally useless
  34. >Despites its limited range, it was still able to push out a large enough clunk of lead that could easily kill a man
  35. >You had almost done it once.
  36. >You look away from the gun and back to Gus, who was still sitting and waiting
  37. >Borg Gallarson, the Swedish musher in the race, had attacked Gus in order to slow you down
  38. >Ned had given you the gun to take care of any dog that had gotten too sick or injured
  39. >And after what Borg did, Gus was knocking on Death’s door
  40. >You had been so close to putting a bullet in that dog
  41. >Instead, you put him on sled and rode to the next checkpoint
  42. >Then when you got there, you stormed into the mess hall (which was full of mushers and reporters) and punched Borg right in the fucking mouth
  43. >When he got up, he whipped out a large knife with the most sinister grin on his face
  44. >You?
  45. >You just pulled out the gun and stuck it right in his face.
  46. >His smug little grin quickly vanished and his face turned paper white
  47. >You’ll never forget how powerful you felt; pulling the hammer back while starring into those fearful eyes
  48. >When it had gotten quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop, you told him that if he ever came near you or your dogs again, you’d kill him outright
  49. >Then you left.
  50. >Walked right out of there
  51. >For the last few days of the race, everyone did their best to avoid you
  52. >It seemed that threatening a man with a gun wasn’t an everyday occurrence to them
  53. >You open your eyes and bring yourself to face the revolver again
  54. >Twisting the gun around, you fit it firmly into your right hand
  55. >Putting it back to half-cock, you at last immerge from the brush
  56.  
  57. >You make your way slowly into the clearing
  58. >Gus takes your advance as permission to go and scout the …thing out
  59. >As you draw closer, he begins to encircle it
  60. >When you are less than five feet away, he sniffs and then sinks his teeth into one of its front limbs
  61. >You see it sub-consciously twitch in pain
  62. >It was alive
  63. “GUS”
  64. >He backs away, thick crimson fluid seeping from the wound
  65. >God, even its blood was bright and flamboyant
  66. >You move in closer
  67. “What… are you?”
  68. >With its body prostrated out on the ground, you could see it features could be used to describe it as…
  69. >… more mammal than bird
  70. >Its wings were now folded against its back, giving you a figure that roughly outlined something that would normally walk on four legs
  71. >You notice its head is positioned face first into the ground, covered by its ruffled hair
  72. >…A mane?
  73. >Four legs, long neck with a flowing mane and a hairy tail
  74. >An equine...
  75. >With wings
  76. >Great.
  77. >You bend over to flip the mane off its face but stop yourself
  78. >Instead you give it a solid kick to the stomach, gun at the ready, to make sure it was out cold
  79. >No response.
  80. >You bend down again, pushing the mane away with the barrel of the gun
  81. >You almost pull the trigger in surprise
  82. >Its face… wasn’t really one of an equine
  83. >Its two eyes were shut at the moment but there was no doubt they were huge
  84. >Its snout wasn’t elongated like a horse’s face, but only protruding a few inches out
  85. >You step back and look at Gus’s recent act of kindness toward the creature
  86. >Damn Gus, you went in deep
  87. >The cyan colored fur was helping clot the blood but it was a deep puncture wound
  88. >How had he done that much damage from such a small nibble?
  89. >What was this thing made of?
  90.  
  91. >You poke it
  92. >Nope, its good old flesh and bone alright
  93. >You strafe your hand down the creature’s leg until its changes texture
  94. >It was hard like bone
  95. >Your hand makes its way around the sole of its leg
  96. >It’s had the same fur all around it, but the bottom most part of the leg was hard
  97. >Like a hoof, underneath the fur
  98. “Ok then… You’re definitely a… something”
  99. >You didn’t really like calling it an equine when it had fucking wings
  100. >What were you going to do with it?
  101. >You hear Gus let out a yelp of annoyance
  102. >He’s really hungry
  103. >You were really hungry
  104. >And there hadn’t been any sign of any other animals in this god forsaken forest
  105. >You look back to the broken animal
  106. >You couldn’t eat it, could you?
  107. >It was, for all you knew, a whole new specie
  108. >Never before seen by mankind
  109. >You couldn’t just
  110. >*grumble*
  111. >You can’t…
  112. >*grumble, grumble*
  113. >You clutch your stomach
  114. >It was food
  115. >You and Gus needed food
  116. >You take the gun off half-cock, putting it down next to you
  117. >Getting comfortable on your knees, you draw your bowie
  118. >You put the blade over it throat before you stop yourself
  119. >What if it was the only one of its kind?
  120. >Surely, something as abstract as this wasn’t a common occurrence
  121. >You gaze over the creature again
  122. >You fall back on your ass and think
  123. >To eat or not to eat?
  124. >Suddenly, you hear something rustle in a shrub adjacent from you, on the edge of the clearing
  125. >Out pops what looks to be… a chicken?
  126.  
  127.  
  128. >Nope, a chicken’s head alright
  129. >But with a lizard’s body and tail
  130. >Frankly, you couldn’t be caught by surprised anymore with this colorful winged equine laying in front of you
  131. >Still you couldn’t shake that this… chicken lizard wasn’t friendly
  132. >Or, more importantly, something that would be missed if it died
  133. >Something in its eyes…
  134. >Guess you didn’t have to worry about cutting up the horse bird anymore
  135. >Gus is crouched and motionless, waiting for the command
  136. >You give it
  137. “Get ‘um Gus!”
  138. >The mass of white fur and fangs makes a b-line for that thing
  139. >At first, the chicken lizard jumps up and looks shocked
  140. >You were sure it was going to retreat
  141. >Instead, it decides to stand its ground
  142. >…What is it doing?
  143. >Its just staring intensely at Gus
  144. >It didn’t even stop gawking until Gus’s teeth lock around its tiny head
  145. >You hear it shriek, as if it hadn’t seen that coming
  146. >The shriek dies out shortly to some loud crunching sounds and muffled growls
  147. >Soon, Gus happily skips back to you, dragging along his kill
  148. >Jesus, that thing had a long tail
  149. >Ok, you both could definitely eat this for tonight
  150. >You turn back to look at the equine on the ground
  151. >It looked too majestic to be a threat
  152. >But, you were going to have to survive in this place
  153. >Least till someone came and found you
  154. >Balancing the knife in your hand once again, you reach the crossroads that a hunter must face
  155. >Kill or not to kill
  156. >…
  157. “Nevermind”
  158. >You stealth the knife before retrieving your gun
  159. >Gus continues to drag his kill back to the sled, you walking beside him
  160. >When you make it to the sled, you put the gun away back in its secret compartment
  161. >Then you begin to cut up the chicken lizard
  162.  
  163. >You didn’t trust consuming something so… foreign
  164. >But you had to eat
  165. >Doing your best to throw away any pieces that looked a little funny, you’re able to make out with three big chunks of meat from its tail.
  166. >As much as Gus was eyeing his piece up, you couldn’t let him eat it raw
  167. >Could be poisonous or something
  168. >You would cook both your pieces for tonight’s meal
  169. >You throw the carcass into the bushes, putting the raw meat in the preserved salt satchel
  170. >It wasn’t a lot
  171. >You could last about 2 days on it
  172. >Your attention is again drawn to the equine thing in the clearing
  173. >It probably wouldn’t survive the night in an open area like that
  174. >Completely exposed to any other chicken lizards out there
  175. >You could take it with you into the forest
  176. >Find a cave or something
  177. >Ultimately, you would just be saving it one day to eat it the next
  178. >You sigh
  179. >Maybe when it was able to walk again, you could use it as live bait
  180. >That’s what had attracted the chicken lizard, right?
  181. >Yeah, that’s what you’ll do
  182. >Use it as live bait when it gets better
  183. >And if it doesn’t, you could always eat it
  184. >Confident in your new plan, you pull the sled out next to the downed creature
  185. >You decide to cut the mending rope attached to the sled into two pieces
  186. >This gave you about five feet still secured to the sled so you could pull it
  187. >Leaving about fifteen feet left of rope to tie up the equine thingy
  188. >You try at first doing a hog tie but it doesn’t really work with its weird shape
  189.  
  190. >So you eventually do a series of tight lopes around it legs, coming around across its back to bind its wings
  191. >While securing its hind legs, you spot a weird looking colored birthmark on its hind quarters
  192. >It... it looks like a cloud with a weird lightning bolt going through it
  193. >Honestly, you don’t pay much attention to it because you’ve dealt with enough crazy shit already for one day
  194. >When you get to tying its wings, you notice one of them doesn’t seem to be resting quite right
  195. >You use your hand to try and flatten
  196. >Its feathers were even softer than you had imagined them they would be
  197. >But you also felt something else you hadn’t suspected
  198. >Its wing was cold
  199. >Like, ice cold
  200. >Had this been the cause of the crash?
  201. >You force the wing down, wrapping the rope around its barrel tightly
  202. >When you’re finished, you had a bit of slack left over
  203. >You decide to secure a little loop around the equine’s muzzle
  204. >Didn’t need it snapping at you when it woke up
  205. >If it ever did…
  206. >You pick it up and heave it onto the sled
  207. >It’s not very heavy but it wasn’t going to make the sled any lighter
  208. >With your game/live bait secured, you look off into the woods
  209. >Frankly, in between the crash and field-dressing the chicken lizard you had lost track of time
  210. >But somehow you knew it was going to get dark soon
  211. >You needed shelter
  212. >For three occupants now
  213. “Ok Gus, let’s get moving”
  214. >Gus takes his role as lead dog and continually surveys a few yards ahead as you pull the sled
  215. >Farther and farther, you march on
  216. >You had no idea whether you were heading out or deeper into the jungle
  217.  
  218. >It only took a half hour for the Sun to come down
  219. >This time you were able to watch its course
  220. >It only took five minutes to fall behind the horizon
  221. >Nothing natural about it…
  222. >There was nothing natural about anything in this place
  223. >You were starting to get hot, so you ripped off the most outer layer of your fur coat
  224. >Leaving you with a thin jacket over your long johns
  225. >It helps you to stay cool, but now you were getting tired again
  226. >Best part?
  227. >You couldn’t stop and rest
  228. >The forest had gotten so dense with vegetation and trees that your only option was to keep pressing on
  229. >If you stopped, you wouldn’t even find a comfortable place to sit down
  230. >Each tug on sled’s cord felt heavier
  231. >Damn this thing
  232. >It was only becoming a burden now
  233. >You should have just fielded-dressed it with the chicken lizard
  234. >Who were you kidding?
  235. >A tiny equine with wings wasn’t going to attract any game
  236. >What the hell was it?
  237. >A she?
  238. >A he?
  239. >Or just an it?
  240. >Shit.
  241. >That’s what it was
  242. >A big pile of shit that was slowing you down, on some false hope it could serve a purpose
  243.  
  244. >http://youtu.be/uezqOnmJpnk
  245. >The first thing you hear is the sound of a twig snapping
  246. >So quietly that you initially think the wind had caused it
  247. >But as it drew darker, the snapping of twigs and rustling of bushes became more numerous
  248. >Seemed you weren’t alone anymore…
  249. >Gus sensed their presence too
  250. >He had since fallen back to being at your side, ears darting all over the place
  251. >The noises were still far away enough for you to know they were only studying you
  252. >They weren’t planning to attack just yet
  253. >Well that what you HAD thought,
  254. >Until you head the bone chilling snap of a stick, eight feet from your right side
  255. >Before you could even process the sound, Gus leaps into action
  256. >As Gus jumps and is lost in the thick green foliage, you hear something give a low, feeble growl
  257. >Its quickly retorted by Gus with a booming bark
  258. >The animal quickly changes its tone and begins to whimper
  259. >It stops for moment when you hear it
  260. >*CRUNCH*
  261. >It was as if someone had broken a heavy branch over their knee
  262. >Gus comes running back to you
  263. >He seems to be unhurt but it looks like he’s trying to spit something out
  264. >Shaking his head with his maw ajar
  265. >Meanwhile, you hear little patters of feet running away in all directions
  266. >Guess whatever Gus attacked and his friends didn’t want anything to do with you anymore
  267. >You get down on your one knee and examine Gus’s mouth
  268. >Nothing out of the ordinary
  269. >Wait…
  270. >You look at the roof of his mouth and see a thick splitter of wood
  271. >Positioning yourself to pull it out quickly, you give it a yank
  272. >You hand barely makes it out as his jaw snaps shut
  273. >He continues to muzzle the ground and whimper softly
  274. >He’ll live
  275.  
  276. >Examining the splinter, you try to place it with any of the surrounding trees
  277. >It didn’t match anything, too dark in shade
  278. >Just some random timber wood
  279. >You flick it away
  280. >For reasons unknown, the splinter flies off in a different direction from where you were originally shooting for
  281. >That was… weird
  282. >Fate and Destiny maybe?
  283. >You pull the sled for about fifty yards in the splinter direction and find a small knoll
  284. >With an opening just big enough to fit your sled through
  285. >A cave
  286. >Finally, a break!
  287. >Gus goes ahead to take a look, you following close behind
  288. >It had a five by four foot opening, height and width respectively
  289. >Squatting your way through it, you find yourself in a large cavern
  290. >It was almost perfectly spherical, a dome of stone and tiny stalagmites above your head
  291. >You could make do with this
  292. >You exit your new found shelter and retrieve the sled
  293. >But you stop yourself when you reach the sled and its passenger
  294. >You were going to spend the night here
  295. >Did you really want to be sleeping next to some wild animal?
  296. >Regardless of it being bound, it was still an unnecessary risk
  297. >You needed to deal with this thing now
  298.  
  299. >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJbiJHVtfiA
  300. >You pull the creature off the sled, tossing it onto the ground
  301. >Its body with a solid thud, motionless, still unconscious
  302. “Sorry, but regardless of how interesting you maybe…”
  303. >You draw the bowie
  304. “I can’t take any risks right now”
  305. >You get on one knee, while holding the thing’s body steady with your free arm
  306. >Its heart (considering basic psychology) should be right there
  307. >Placing the tip of the knife on its chest, you feel its faint heart beat
  308. >You pull your shoulder back, so you’d have the full force your whole body moving in with the knife
  309. >It would be as quick and clean as possible
  310. >…It wouldn’t feel a thing
  311. >Just as you prepare to bring your knife down, you feel its heart beat getting faster
  312. >It was pounding so loud you would have probably felt it without even touching it
  313. >Someone was watching you, too
  314. >You could feel it
  315. >…
  316. >You knew who it was, too
  317. >Looking over your left forearm, you see its face
  318. >Eyes wide open
  319. >You had been right, they were big
  320. >Enormous pink orbs staring back at you
  321. >Staring into living thing’s eyes can tell you a lot about them
  322. >Looking into its, you could tell it was a ‘she’ after all
  323. >And ‘she’ was terrified
  324.  
  325. >For every second passing second, her eyes began to jitter more unnervingly
  326. >At first, she was scared stiff
  327. >Then panic set in and she tried squirm
  328. >You bring your left hand down with enough force to make her still again
  329. >What was this?
  330. >Her expression of fear… wasn’t animalistic
  331. >When you normally put down game, their eyes would show fear too
  332. >But it was a different kind
  333. >Theirs was always more empty
  334. >An instinctive fear, leaving them with blank expressions
  335. >Her eyes…
  336. >It was as if she was trying to speak to you
  337. >Plead with you
  338. >You break the stare
  339. >Pity was the last thing you needed to survive
  340. >It had been cruel of you to drag her all this way
  341. >She was just game
  342. >You should have done the deed when she was unconscious
  343. >You sigh
  344. “Sorry, but it’s either you or me…”
  345. >As calmly as you try to make those horrible words sound, she fidgets around again
  346. >You swear she could understand you
  347. >She tries to wiggle the bindings off, especially the one around her snout
  348. >You weighed your options for the 100th time today on what to do with her
  349. >Killing her right now would give you and Gus enough food to last a couple more days
  350. >Even if you did keep her, you doubt she would make good bait anyway
  351. >So… were you resolved?
  352. >You were still knelt, knife at the ready
  353. >It all felt so painfully nostalgic to when you had almost put down Gus
  354. >But you couldn’t just let her go
  355. >After hailing her miles in this god forsaken place?
  356. >…
  357. >You raise the knife…
  358. >and bring it straight down
  359.  
  360. >The creature’s eyes shut tightly as you did so
  361. >Only to open a few moments later to see it was still alive
  362. >You had plunged the bowie into the soil next to you instead
  363. “To hell with this”
  364. >You’d find other food eventually
  365. >Eventually…
  366. >You begin to move to undo its bindings
  367. >At first, she flinches but remains stiff as a rock when your intentions of releasing her become clear
  368. >As soon as you get the first hind leg loop off, it happens
  369. >A blue, furry hoof
  370. >Right into your face
  371. >Hard.
  372. >You're thrown back onto your ass
  373. “SHun of hA biSHch”
  374. >The hate speech is muffled by your palm covering your bleeding nose
  375. >How had that happened
  376. >You had released enough animals on the farm to know hind legs only could deliver a kick backwards
  377. >But she had been able to wipe her leg completely around
  378. >Driving it right into your nose
  379. >You try to regain your composure
  380. >Looking up, you see she’s already out of her bindings
  381. >Clever girl, alright
  382. >Definitely smarter than the average farm animal
  383. >Just then, you hear the scuffling of paws coming behind you
  384. >Gus was sprinting from the cave
  385. >You could tell she heard it too
  386. >She has trouble getting to all her hooves, especially with injured front limb
  387. >Gus’s bite hadn’t been kind
  388. >She somehow pushes through the pain and fueled by either utmost fear or determination, leaps into the air
  389. >Gus was only a few meters away from you now
  390. >Feathers outstretched, she begins to clap her wings with enough energy that would have clearly pushed her clear through the forest’s canopy
  391. >But the one wing falters and fails
  392. >She begins to fall again
  393.  
  394. >You see her wince, but she ignores the obvious pain and tries to flap again
  395. >Its weaker, except she is now able to stabilize
  396. >She gains about 6 feet of air when you see something white flash past you
  397. >Jumping off a nearby stump, you see Gus is going to make a connection with her
  398. >You don’t care anymore
  399. >All sense of regret or compassion were temporary pushed from your mind by your throbbing nose
  400. >Lose of blood was never good in these survival type scenarios
  401. >You’d try to help her and she socked you right in the face
  402. >Dammit.
  403. >Gus could do whatever he wanted with that bitch
  404. >You watch on as Gus manages to grip his fangs around her limp front hoof
  405. >Talk about salt in the wound
  406. >She clutches her teeth, giving a hushed gasp
  407. >Falling back to earth, she begins to open her mouth
  408. >You frown
  409. >Despite your lack of concern for to it now, you never ‘enjoyed’ hearing an animal screech or cry
  410. >However that’s not what you hear
  411. >Nothing prepares you,
  412. >For what you hear…
  413. >???:“Somep0ny hel-!“
  414. >Her speech is cutoff as both her and Gus slam into the ground
  415. >Gus lands on top, effectively knocking her out again
  416. >What.
  417. >She could… talk
  418. >English.
  419. >You understood it
  420. >As your brain begins to go on meltdown, Gus is rearing back
  421. >Going in for the kill…
  422. >No, wait!
  423. >You had to act fast and words were too slow
  424. >Without wasting time to take another breath, you push out any remaining air in your lungs into a hoarse, loud whistle
  425. >Gus hesitates and looks to you, body still over his prey
  426. >You quickly inhale and speak before he has a chance to move again
  427. “No Gus…”
  428. >You manage to say, woozily
  429. “Stop..."
  430.  
  431. >Holding your nose, you make your way over to them
  432. >Gus withdraws at your approach, taking to sitting a few feet back from you
  433. >She’s out like a light, head smashed against an unearthed root in the landing
  434. >Gus’s teeth had been pulled brutally across her leg by the fall as well
  435. >Blood was pouring out of it
  436. >She had talked
  437. >This…thing had opened its mouth and formed words
  438. >Words that you had understood
  439. >An intelligent, talking animal
  440. >You couldn’t kill it now
  441. >You couldn’t let it go either
  442. >This thing had been surviving in this forest before that crash
  443. >It knew where clean water was
  444. >Knew where food was
  445. >And it could tell you all of it,
  446. >Including how you could get back home…
  447. >The growing pool of blood reaches your knees, shaking you from your train of thought
  448. >Only if she lived
  449. >Rushing over to sled, you desperately look for the first aid
  450. >You no longer feel nor care for your nose, filled to the brim with raw excitement
  451. >Quickly you find it, all of its goodies sealed in a tin box
  452. >You pull out a roll of tightly woven cotton as well as a container of mushed herbs
  453. >The herbal paste needed to be warmed before it could be used
  454. >You remember back when you had to use this stuff on Gus, back when he was half dead on your sled
  455. >Stop it.
  456. >You need to focus
  457. >There’s a talking mystical animal that needs to be saved
  458. >Putting the bandage and paste aside, you search for your reel of flint
  459. >It was only a few inches long, but it would do the trick
  460. >Darkness had fully engulfed the forest by now
  461. >You needed a fire for her and to keep any potential predators away
  462.  
  463. >First you get the sled into the cave, moving the blue creature and first aid to the mouth of it
  464. >’Blue creature’… That didn’t really sound right
  465. >She could fucking talk… was it correct to refer to her like another wild animal?
  466. >Shut up and focus!
  467. >You can worry about that later
  468. >With the sled safely stowed away, you go scavenging around nearby trees for sticks and fallen branches
  469. >After putting together a descent pile about 15 feet from the front of the cave, you begin gathering some nearby rocks
  470. >After making a protective circle around the wood, you retrieve you flint rod and knife
  471. >Using the back unsharpened part of the blade, you begin to strike the flint rod over your collection of timber
  472. >Eventually, one of the dry leaves catches a spark and lights up
  473. >With controlled blowing and shielding the flame from the wind, you get a good fire going
  474. >Using a stick, you hover the herb paste (in its metallic container over) the fire
  475. >Within a few minutes, the stick begins to blacken and you pull back
  476. >Careful as to not burn yourself, you remove the lid and dip your index and middle finger into the paste
  477. >Its at a toasty tone of heat
  478. >Good.
  479. >You look over at her…
  480. >What had she said? Or at least tried to say?
  481. >’Someone help me’?
  482. >No, that wasn’t it
  483. >It was someP0NY
  484. >P0ny.
  485. >Her height would fit that label, as her head came up to your stomach
  486. >Its was just… everything else that threw it off
  487. >Then again, she HAD said p0ny
  488. >Satisfied with a name for her, you take your fingers and rub the paste onto the surface of her wounds
  489. >Her skin naturally retracts from the medicine, but the tremors soon subside
  490. >You use up about a quarter of the paste
  491. >Damn Gus, you meant business
  492.  
  493. >Content with the translucent film of cream over the wounds, you begin wrapping the leg in a thick bandage
  494. >It crosses your mind to try and help her wing
  495. >But not knowing anything about birds, you probably just make it worse
  496. >As soon as you finish, you redo her bindings
  497. >You had questions and she had answers
  498. >She wasn’t going anywhere until you got them
  499. >You look up when you are finished
  500. >The moon’s lifeless light shined through the canopy
  501. >You would cook the chicken lizard’s meat tomorrow
  502. >Kicking out the fire, you haul yourself and your p0ny captive into the cave
  503. >You desperately need some rest to prepare for tomorrow
  504. >Things… things were going to get interesting
  505. >Only seconds after slipping into your sleeping bag do you drift into sleep
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