Ambrosia woke up..ow she thought i'm just gonna sleep all day and she fell back asleep....


(Srrry i was asleep t the ping ping ping time)

*Josh (Half Human. Ears, Tail, Wings, Fangs)*

In an instant I have dropped down on him and kicked the gun across the clearing far away from him. We begin to fight and the sounds of our snarls spread through the forest, making the wildlife on edge.

"Sounds doable."

I finish the pancakes, and set them out on the table for everyone, counting in my head how many people we have with us. Eight people, including myself. I perk my ears, hearing snarls. I can't smell who it is, but I have a hunch that it is Josh. I know he can hold his own, so I sit down and eat, determined to keep everyone happy for a while before I investigate.

*Josh (Half Human. Wolf Ears, Tail, Feathery Black Wings, Fangs)*

We are pretty evenly matched, my father is about twice my weight but I am twice as quick, he is armed with a knife and I have fangs. We tussle for a long time, each giving major wound to the other. We manage to practically demolish the clearing, blood and dirt all over us and the ground and basically everything else. We continue to fight, years of rage and hatred fueling us.

((Ping))

I can't handle it anymore. I whisper in Jackson's ear,
"keep them here, I will be right back." I then walk out, as if the grab something, and sprint when I am out of sight. I jump up, out of my den. I become my biggest self, and growl as my wound stretches. I shove the biggest boulder over the entrance, and run off into the woods, the smell of a human, Josh, and a lot of blood fills my nostrils.

*Josh (Half Human. Wolf Ears, Tail, Fangs, Black Feathery Wings)*

I finally manage to pin my father, a glazed look in my eyes as I snarl down at him. Saliva drips from my jaws and I seem more beast then man. A glint of fear crosses his gaze as I seem oblivious to the fact his knife is sticking out of my side. Both my wings are badly torn and my right one hangs at an odd angle, clearly broken.

I become a small fox, and sneak to a clearing. I see Josh with one of his wings broken and the other viciously torn. I also see a dagger jutting out of his side. He is crouching over a man with a likeness to him. I crouch lower, waiting to see how things play out. I wince as my wound stretches again. I really need my friends to stop getting themselves in life or death situations.

"What?" He asked, but she was already gone. Sighing, he knew she would end up getting herself in trouble. Hopefully she'll be able to hold her own...