by Hopeflower » Sat Oct 06, 2007 7:39 pm
A rank stench hit Bloodspill's nostrils, and she yowled in shock as something flung her a few fox-lengths away. Scrambling up, she realized that the wound on her shoulder had been reopened, along with a smaller injury on her right flank. "Why does this keep happening?!" Bloodspill snarled, seeing that her attacker had vanished.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown