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Have you ever been to a park where they had animals on display? You know what I'm talking about... Zoos, Busch Gardens... places like that. Well I was at a little park similar to Sea world when someone approached me and asked me if I have seen the wolves. They asked, "You like wolves, don't you?" Feeling as though I have had deja vu, I paused before nodding a bit. She grabbed my wrist and dragged me along to a ride entrance. She sighed. "They are in the back," she says as I let loose of her grip and rushed around the bouldered walls of the attraction. I came across a small circle of animals who seemed to get along. They all stood steady, save for the wolves, a pack of three. There stood a small elephant, one of African origins, a Cheetah, who sat unattented, and a Lioness, laying beside the Cheetah with no care in the world. I heard sounds. Yes, there were stairs. There were more up there. I knew it. But once I got up there, I found a man holding a sack. A poacher, a theif. I didn't care who this man was, but he shoves animal hides in his sack! I growled, as if I were wolf as well, exposing my well-formed fangs[for a human, at least], muscles in my fingers tightening. He saw me and in my lowest voice I said forcefully, "Get. Out." He walked up to me carelessly, as if he would do something to make me leave. I am no ordinary child. I took a swipe at his whist which came for me, my nails like claws. I looked him dead in the eye as I took hold of his arm. His gaze filled with fear at the feeling of my claws snking into his veins. He clinched his teeth to avoid screaming. I felt blood drip from my fingers, and released him. Needless to say, I was pissed. "Go. Now!" I snarled at him. Dare I bite him, it would become more painful. With fear he ran past me down the stairs. I relaxed a bit and looked around. It seemed like another hotel room, though for display. A television was on, left to National Geographic. As I wandered about the room, I noticed there was more items of value here. He would come back, I knew he would. I sat on the floor on the other side of a bed to hide when I saw figuines of the animals which were downstairs. Hearing footsteps I lowered mysel to the floor and backed up, careful not to touch the noisy plastic. I watched from under the bed and through the junk underneith it. He was back, and fondeling with things which were not his... Or were they? Was I wrong? He had wrapped his wrist and returned. His panicing state told me he truely was a theif, out for the furs which were illegal to sell. he came closer and I went lower. We made eye contact.
 Amazing Q · Sun Jan 07, 2007 @ 07:31pm · 1 Comments |
