A/N: Hey people, there's been a few shy people who I'd like to thank, @3constellations and @paranormal_fan for voting on my story! I'm planning to... well... increase the drama. But nothing super duper insane. Please spread the word about my book. Please? :)
JASPER'S POV:
My back feels dry.
Crispy. Speaking delicately.
No, but infinitely more painful.
Scorching fire on a summer day on Balmy?
Nah, it's hopeless-
Ugh-
Too much agony.
Black.
SAPPHIRE'S POV:
A trillion questions are taking turns on my running tracks of a brain, running frantically through my mind at a million miles per minute. These running tracks are not for winning awards at the Pawlimpics but to grab my attention.
1: What in the name of Camelopardalis just happened?
I blink my bleary eyes open. As I my eyelids shutter, I hear distant voices that seem to have lost form. A distinguished male snow leopard voice talks quietly next to me, and I sense immense fluffy white paws running courses down my back. The snow leopard methodically pats me down for injuries and his voice takes shape.
"Sapphire? Are you feeling okay? I heard you took a bit of tumble." he asked quietly. He didn't seem to be expecting an answer. His comforting soft paws press tenderly on my head, as light as a thrush's feather. "A minor concussion occurred to you. I'm sure you're a tough one and will be back into action in a few days. Your head may hurt imperceptibly because of a small scrape though." his voice is like sweet flowing honey, I note, when I open my eyes slowly.
His gentle turquoise gaze flits over to me briefly. "It's very good that you're awake. Are you feeling better?" he queries softly. A secluded place in the back of my mind notices that he is only a couple years older than me and is attractive as a peaceful and loving animal. I nod. "Thanks for everything." he smiles fondly, humming a soft lullaby. The snow leopard doctor walks away from me toward an alcove storage of herbs, medicines and remedial food/oils. I assume he is fetching some more medication.
I turn my body to check out the room I'm in. I'm surprised that my body does not hurt at all. So... I've been laid on numerous layers of fluffed up buffalo pelt, raised on a stone platform. I seem to be in a sort of brightly lit cavern. Other stone platforms dot the area and only some being occupated, with ivy and moss creeping along the walls in some areas. Woven, flat emerald leaves overlap open patches in the high stone ceiling, thin enough to let in abundant light but thick enough to block out the rain. A colossal, thick-trunked tree grows magnificently in a dug up area near the huge windows, where a large gap of leaves is cleared for the tree to thrive with sunlight and rain. It appears to bear juicy green fruits... my ma told me they were pears, once. Despite the healthy fruit, there are also beautiful white flowers blooming too. It is a very calming place for wounded or hospitalized patients. Then it dawned on me:
2: What happened to Jasper? Where is he?
JASPER'S POV:
I really hoped I saved her...
The pleasant snow leopard doctor with the calm ocean-blue eyes returns.
His face swims in and out of my focus, doing puppy-paddles.
Scattered words dive in and out of my ears.
burnt... unfortunate... wolves... runes... low stock... severe... concussion... months perhaps...
"Sapphire?" I whisper.
Black consumes me once again.
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"A book is a dream you hold in your hands." ~ Neil Gaiman
Paws. In your paws.
~Blizz
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Shattered
FantasyAll is peaceful at the Claws Academy until the supposed extinct hunters arrive. Winter is foreboding and famine is a real concern in the Forest. When chaos erupts, a young snow leopard and red wolf may turn out to be the bravest of them all. (This i...
