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mastergraywolfI'm back to fanfiction, and Monster Rancher.
For "Tiger of Freedom", he's a little preview of Chapter...11?
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In Tiger’s group, not one of them in their lives has ever seen a desert. Not even Mocchi, Basilisk or Tiger himself, and they were accustomed to traveling, especially with their kin back in the past. The Desert was loud on the eyes, wide and scorching hot. That was irreversibly ordinary, but quite otherwise to the freedom fighters. It quickly weighted down their endurance, until they reached a distinct structure that loomed admist the blurry landscape.
“Whew, chi, we’re alive,” the semi-unconscious Mocchi was being slowly fanned in an inn, splayed out on his back in bed. He was too weak to praise the generosity, or even hear the mumbling gossip that was spreading through the room. The humans were curious about something.
Almost didn’t make it!
Stubbornness ushered the “Tiger Team” through the sun, hot or not. They ducked behind trees and rushed by many yards of golden sand, but definitely they were ignorant of the habitat. Even unprepared, it was a miracle that they were living after such a travel. Perhaps a hint of supernaturalism was on their side after all. They were on the verge of collapsing and catching death, until a few good men assisted them into their town. An anonymous place built between sand dunes and around an oasis. After some drinks of lake water, they relaxed even if they were conscious of their mission.
To partially evade the arid air of the desert, Tiger upon arriving of the city retreated to a shade. The blue canine was very instinctive, and nearly went mad for the first time in his one-year life. Or was it two-years?
Mocchi, again, was sent to an inn.
Tyrant wasn’t hot, but concerned about his friends the whole journey. He sat outside of the inn.
Hopper was floating above the lake’s surface, and it brought a bit of disgust to the townspeople.
Celious rested by a large tree in the shade, Honugral gripped in one hand, “Hmmm,” He was actually exhausted.
Basilisk was still unconscious at the time, and still is bent over Celious’s carcass. He had been smacked in the head again (by the remorseless Celious) went he woke up within the desert. Celious didn’t want to tolerate the lizard’s complaining and rage just yet.
For "Tiger of Freedom", he's a little preview of Chapter...11?
...
In Tiger’s group, not one of them in their lives has ever seen a desert. Not even Mocchi, Basilisk or Tiger himself, and they were accustomed to traveling, especially with their kin back in the past. The Desert was loud on the eyes, wide and scorching hot. That was irreversibly ordinary, but quite otherwise to the freedom fighters. It quickly weighted down their endurance, until they reached a distinct structure that loomed admist the blurry landscape.
“Whew, chi, we’re alive,” the semi-unconscious Mocchi was being slowly fanned in an inn, splayed out on his back in bed. He was too weak to praise the generosity, or even hear the mumbling gossip that was spreading through the room. The humans were curious about something.
Almost didn’t make it!
Stubbornness ushered the “Tiger Team” through the sun, hot or not. They ducked behind trees and rushed by many yards of golden sand, but definitely they were ignorant of the habitat. Even unprepared, it was a miracle that they were living after such a travel. Perhaps a hint of supernaturalism was on their side after all. They were on the verge of collapsing and catching death, until a few good men assisted them into their town. An anonymous place built between sand dunes and around an oasis. After some drinks of lake water, they relaxed even if they were conscious of their mission.
To partially evade the arid air of the desert, Tiger upon arriving of the city retreated to a shade. The blue canine was very instinctive, and nearly went mad for the first time in his one-year life. Or was it two-years?
Mocchi, again, was sent to an inn.
Tyrant wasn’t hot, but concerned about his friends the whole journey. He sat outside of the inn.
Hopper was floating above the lake’s surface, and it brought a bit of disgust to the townspeople.
Celious rested by a large tree in the shade, Honugral gripped in one hand, “Hmmm,” He was actually exhausted.
Basilisk was still unconscious at the time, and still is bent over Celious’s carcass. He had been smacked in the head again (by the remorseless Celious) went he woke up within the desert. Celious didn’t want to tolerate the lizard’s complaining and rage just yet.
