Ch. 4- He SpeaksHe lapped it up.He still didn't open his eyes, but he spoke so much clearer. It relieved them- his voice did irk them before."Where am I?" He asked Bakhita, seeing as he didn't get as much result from Kedu.Bakhita was just as helpful. "Beats me. I thought you knew, seeing we found you here, " She said gently. But the panic in her eyes were clear; They honestly had no idea where Shia had come from, and Shia seemed to be just as confused."I think we should go back to the cave. Come on Shia, I think you can make the flight," Bakhita asked. Shia moaned. He stretched out his wing a bit, and it was clear to both of them- his wing was broken
Ch. 3- RenewalFor practically the rest of the day, Bakhita was in tears. She didn't care who saw her, even though she was in a whole other room of the cave with a few females. Either way, they had never seen her so...miserable. She had tears streaming down her face, although she didn't make a single sound, other than her raspy breaths.She just lay there, staring at a spot on the wall.The other girls just lay down near her, but not too close as to give her some space. She was glad for the company, but she couldn't speak to them, even if she wanted to. Her voice was hoarse from yelling, and her sounds resembled a dying eagle.She only wish she hadn't ma
Ch. 2-Honor Among TheivesIt had been 3 months since Bakhita had met Kedu, and they had actually grown close. They look out for each other, and stick together.By now, they had found a few more amtsuks, some from others, some that claimed they were from theirs. Either way they were accepted and were now a part of the medium sized; still growing, tribe.Bakhita had wanted to find a high location that could support the entire tribe, and to keep them safe. Her motherly instincts applied to the whole tribe, and she would risk her life for any of them; much different than it was in the previous months.Eventually their little group had found a high cliff with a roomy ca
Ch. 1- The EncounterShe had been silently walking the boundaries of her self-proclaimed territory; the daily routine.About a mile into her walk, she smelled a familiar scent--Amtsuk.She really didn't care, and assumed it was from another tribe. Besides, it didn't smell like her friend at all,whom of which she remembered his scent all this time.Anyhow, she pretended to keep walking and be oblivious to the amtsuk who clearly wasn't as stealthy as he thought.Suddenly she saw a rabbit dart underneath her legs and she heard the other amtsuk's breathing even out.She heard him slowly approach and at the last second whirled around and tried to slash his face.
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