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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Courage / Heroism
- Published: 06/02/2024
Claws and Speed: Defenders Of The Wilds
Born 1997, M, from Melcher-Dallas, Iowa, United StatesThe carmine sun bled below the jagged peaks of the Obsidian Mountains, casting the Whispering Wilds in an ominous twilight. Finnegan MacBadger, his fur the color of aged moss, crouched low, his powerful rhinarium twitching. The air reeked of a volatile miasma – a fetid cocktail of sulfur and decay that turned fur to frost and filled the lungs with the frigid breath of forgotten crypts.
A frantic pounding shattered the ominous symphony. Pipkin Lightpaws, a hare with fur-like spun moonlight and eyes wide with terror, tore through the undergrowth, his normally effortless leaps uneven and desperate. "Finnegan! Take cover! The Tenebrous Throng! they're upon us!"
Finnegan let out a guttural growl, vibrating in the moist earth. The Tenebrous Throng—entities whispered of in flickering firelight—were creatures birthed from nightmares and the putrescence of the primordial world. Their touch brought a soul-sucking blight, leaving behind hollow husks that mimicked life with a horrifying verisimilitude.
A brittle twig snapped. A chorus of chilling moans rose like bubbles from unseen depths, a chorus that curdled the blood and sent shivers down the spine. Vindictive tendrils of inky darkness oozed from the gnarled roots of a nearby oak, pulsating with an unnatural rhythm. Pipkin whimpered, his bravado shattered. Fear, a metallic tang, flooded Finnegan's mouth.
He lunged for Pipkin, shoving him into a concealed crevice beneath a fallen log. "Stay hidden! Do not make a sound!" The badger reared up on his hind legs, his formidable claws scraping against the rocky ground. He wasn't built for speed, but he was built to endure.
The first Tenebrous horror slithered from the darkness. It was a grotesque caricature of a bear, its flesh a mottled green, its eyes milky white orbs devoid of life. It moved with a sickening fluidity, every step a repugnant squelch against the damp earth. More followed, their moans rising in a horrific crescendo.
The air crackled with malevolent energy as the Tenebrous Throng lunged. Finnegan roared, summoning every ounce of his formidable strength. He met their claws with his own, the sound of rending flesh intermingling with the grotesque symphony of moans. His powerful jaws clamped down on a spindly arm, bone pulverizing between his teeth. The stench of decay intensified, burning his nostrils and tearing at his throat.
He danced a grim ballet, dodging tendrils of darkness that sizzled where they touched the earth. One brushed his leg, the searing pain making him yelp. But through the agony, he saw them – Pipkin, his silver fur a beacon in the gloom, his eyes blazing with a newfound determination.
Pipkin wasn't known for his physical prowess, but he was known for his unmatched speed. He darted around the Tenebrous Throng, a whirlwind of fur and gnashing teeth. With his incredible agility, he led them on a frantic chase, deeper into the Whispering Wilds. They were a distraction, a sliver of hope in the encroaching darkness.
Finnegan roared a challenge, channeling his pain into a primal fury. He lunged at the nearest Tenebrous entity, a desperate gamble. With a savage swipe, he tore open its chest, ripping out a pulsating, black orb – its heart. The creature shrieked, a sound that ripped at the fabric of reality and dissolved into a puddle of oily sludge.
One by one, the Tenebrous Throng faltered. Weakened by Pipkin's relentless harassment, they fell victim to Finnegan's ferocious attacks. As the last creature dissolved with a final, keening moan, an exhausted silence settled over the clearing.
Finnegan collapsed, his ragged breaths echoing in the stillness, his body wracked with pain. Pipkin appeared beside him, a newfound resilience burning in his eyes. "We did it, Finnegan. Together."
The badger grunted a sound that rumbled through his chest. "Together," he echoed, respect lacing his voice. The Whispering Wilds remained silent, wounds from the battle oozing in the fading light. But tonight, they had defied the nightmare. Tonight, a badger and a hare had etched their tale in the annals of legend.
Claws and Speed: Defenders Of The Wilds(D.l. lewis)
The carmine sun bled below the jagged peaks of the Obsidian Mountains, casting the Whispering Wilds in an ominous twilight. Finnegan MacBadger, his fur the color of aged moss, crouched low, his powerful rhinarium twitching. The air reeked of a volatile miasma – a fetid cocktail of sulfur and decay that turned fur to frost and filled the lungs with the frigid breath of forgotten crypts.
A frantic pounding shattered the ominous symphony. Pipkin Lightpaws, a hare with fur-like spun moonlight and eyes wide with terror, tore through the undergrowth, his normally effortless leaps uneven and desperate. "Finnegan! Take cover! The Tenebrous Throng! they're upon us!"
Finnegan let out a guttural growl, vibrating in the moist earth. The Tenebrous Throng—entities whispered of in flickering firelight—were creatures birthed from nightmares and the putrescence of the primordial world. Their touch brought a soul-sucking blight, leaving behind hollow husks that mimicked life with a horrifying verisimilitude.
A brittle twig snapped. A chorus of chilling moans rose like bubbles from unseen depths, a chorus that curdled the blood and sent shivers down the spine. Vindictive tendrils of inky darkness oozed from the gnarled roots of a nearby oak, pulsating with an unnatural rhythm. Pipkin whimpered, his bravado shattered. Fear, a metallic tang, flooded Finnegan's mouth.
He lunged for Pipkin, shoving him into a concealed crevice beneath a fallen log. "Stay hidden! Do not make a sound!" The badger reared up on his hind legs, his formidable claws scraping against the rocky ground. He wasn't built for speed, but he was built to endure.
The first Tenebrous horror slithered from the darkness. It was a grotesque caricature of a bear, its flesh a mottled green, its eyes milky white orbs devoid of life. It moved with a sickening fluidity, every step a repugnant squelch against the damp earth. More followed, their moans rising in a horrific crescendo.
The air crackled with malevolent energy as the Tenebrous Throng lunged. Finnegan roared, summoning every ounce of his formidable strength. He met their claws with his own, the sound of rending flesh intermingling with the grotesque symphony of moans. His powerful jaws clamped down on a spindly arm, bone pulverizing between his teeth. The stench of decay intensified, burning his nostrils and tearing at his throat.
He danced a grim ballet, dodging tendrils of darkness that sizzled where they touched the earth. One brushed his leg, the searing pain making him yelp. But through the agony, he saw them – Pipkin, his silver fur a beacon in the gloom, his eyes blazing with a newfound determination.
Pipkin wasn't known for his physical prowess, but he was known for his unmatched speed. He darted around the Tenebrous Throng, a whirlwind of fur and gnashing teeth. With his incredible agility, he led them on a frantic chase, deeper into the Whispering Wilds. They were a distraction, a sliver of hope in the encroaching darkness.
Finnegan roared a challenge, channeling his pain into a primal fury. He lunged at the nearest Tenebrous entity, a desperate gamble. With a savage swipe, he tore open its chest, ripping out a pulsating, black orb – its heart. The creature shrieked, a sound that ripped at the fabric of reality and dissolved into a puddle of oily sludge.
One by one, the Tenebrous Throng faltered. Weakened by Pipkin's relentless harassment, they fell victim to Finnegan's ferocious attacks. As the last creature dissolved with a final, keening moan, an exhausted silence settled over the clearing.
Finnegan collapsed, his ragged breaths echoing in the stillness, his body wracked with pain. Pipkin appeared beside him, a newfound resilience burning in his eyes. "We did it, Finnegan. Together."
The badger grunted a sound that rumbled through his chest. "Together," he echoed, respect lacing his voice. The Whispering Wilds remained silent, wounds from the battle oozing in the fading light. But tonight, they had defied the nightmare. Tonight, a badger and a hare had etched their tale in the annals of legend.
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