Post by Bloo on Nov 12, 2012 0:24:42 GMT -5
The planet Earth has always been, but it's creatures had never existed until it showed its face above the ocean. Once rocks, cliffs, mountains, and islands began to form, so did the creatures. The first earthquake split the Earth in many places and even in a great crystal cave. Hundreds of crystals fell into the cracks and mixed with the natural minerals. To creatures living near the cracks, a scraping could be heard from deep underground. Some were curious to know what it was but most were scared. When the scraping grew louder over a series of days, creatures gathered their familes and moved as far from the cracks as possible.
The first paw grabbed onto a grassy ledge by a creek that trickled slowly into the mountainside. The paw had massive black claws that scraped at the grass and dirt trying to heave its owner over the edge. It was covered in dirt and green stains from moss. The claws glinted in the sun from being sharpened constantly by stones. Once the body heaved itself onto the soft grass, it lay there. A soft breeze blew the lions dark brown mane gently and pulled at his fur. More creatures, wolves and lions flopped over the edge and lay in the grass. They all had large sharpened claws and dirty paws and bodies. They breathed heavily and just as they began to stir a bit, another crack opened beneath them, suddenly opened by a ripple passing through underground. Their eyes widened in fear and sadness at painfully returning to the dark depths of inner Earth. Suddenly they were caught.
Several large plateaus quickly rose up from the middle of the cracks, catching the wolves and lions. They stood shakily on their paws and raised their heads to the sky, thanking whoever or whatever mystical force they believed had saved them. They howled and roared, their fur and manes fluttering majestically in the breeze. No one knows what saved the creatures of Earth that day, but one thing's for sure...they were saved to make a change, to carry on a legend.
The first paw grabbed onto a grassy ledge by a creek that trickled slowly into the mountainside. The paw had massive black claws that scraped at the grass and dirt trying to heave its owner over the edge. It was covered in dirt and green stains from moss. The claws glinted in the sun from being sharpened constantly by stones. Once the body heaved itself onto the soft grass, it lay there. A soft breeze blew the lions dark brown mane gently and pulled at his fur. More creatures, wolves and lions flopped over the edge and lay in the grass. They all had large sharpened claws and dirty paws and bodies. They breathed heavily and just as they began to stir a bit, another crack opened beneath them, suddenly opened by a ripple passing through underground. Their eyes widened in fear and sadness at painfully returning to the dark depths of inner Earth. Suddenly they were caught.
Several large plateaus quickly rose up from the middle of the cracks, catching the wolves and lions. They stood shakily on their paws and raised their heads to the sky, thanking whoever or whatever mystical force they believed had saved them. They howled and roared, their fur and manes fluttering majestically in the breeze. No one knows what saved the creatures of Earth that day, but one thing's for sure...they were saved to make a change, to carry on a legend.