Thread:Riftgard Princess/@comment-1298206-20120127223826/@comment-1298206-20120127230736

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Destiny’s breathing quickened as she tried to turn her head and get a look at the creature who had pulled her back. She looked at the creature behind her from the corner of her eye. Much to her surprise, he appeared to be not much taller than herself. Now that she knew that she could possibly fight the creature, she jabbed her elbow back. She heard the beast give a grunt. Destiny lunged forward, but the creature grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back. The young weasel was about to shout out when she saw the creature who she had just tried to run from. He was a male weasel who was slightly taller than her with sleek, pitch black fur and bright, brown eyes. She realized that he was probably her age if not a season or two older. She paused for a moment as she looked at him, but suddenly remembered what was going on and opened her mouth to let out a scream. The other weasel covered her mouth with a paw. He leaned forward and whispered in Destiny’s ear. “I’m not trying to hurt you, I’m trying to-” Destiny grabbed his arm and jerked his paw away from her mouth. “Somebeast help me! He’s trying to attack me!” The black weasel sighed and twitched his ears. He suddenly pushed Destiny against the wall and glanced out of the corner of his eye. The sound of several full-grown creatures running by was heard. The black weasel waited for several moments before letting Destiny go. She scowled at him. “What are you doing? You keep grabbing me and shoving me around! I’ll show you that I’m not some helpless maid!” The female weasel swung a fist at the weasel, who easily sidestepped it. She continued her assault upon the other weasel until she eventually landed a hit to his shoulder. The black weasel did not look very concerned. He finally spoke. “I was never trying to hurt you. I saw you running from that squirrel and those hedgehogs and made sure that you stayed here until they passed.” Destiny’s eyes widened when she heard the stranger say this. How embarrassing! This stranger was only trying to help her and she repaid him by attacking him! She blushed and averted the black weasel’s eyes before muttering to him. “Sorry...” The black weasel remained silent. Destiny soon realized that she would have to break the awkward silence between them. “My name’s Destiny. What’s your name?” The weasel crossed his arms and muttered a reply. “Sharrk.” Sharrk? What kind of name was that? He certainly didn’t look like one. Destiny gave what she hoped to be a friendly smile.