There! A tree. If he only could get up the tree, the beast couldn't get to him. It would have been so easy if he'd had his wings; however, all he had at the moment was a dull ache where the wings were supposed to be, one that throbbed with the memory as he scrambled to get away.
Get to the tree. Get up. Focus on that, and nothing else.
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Date: Sunday, 7 July 2013 19:18 (UTC)Get to the tree. Get up. Focus on that, and nothing else.