Post by Griffy Grassbarrow on Oct 26, 2009 17:41:15 GMT -5
Griffy sat from under a tree. He was near the shore, feeling the wind blow against his chest. The badger heaved a sigh. Where is Luna?, he thought to himself. Of course he didn't say it, that would be weird. Plus, he wasn't the chatty type. He got up from his shading spot.
Griff felt the roar of waves hit the coast of the great stronghold. He pulled out his sword from his sheath. It should be time to practice, probably. He'd just taken a short nap, and finished eating from the kitchen's finest chef. Griffy was spoiled, and there was no denying it. He felt that his large stomach was full enough.
The badger walked to a nearby straw dummy. He raised his blade, mimicking his hero, Lord Brocktree. He was determined to let it down on his would-be prey. Even though it was only training, Griffy was invigorated, and felt excited.
"Griffy, Griffy!", a voice yelled. It was a masculine voice. It was his uncle. "Griffy, my boy, what would you be doing at this hour?" Griffy didn't respond, but he looked into the Badger Lord's eyes. "Training, I take it?" Griff just nodded, and advanced closer to his prey, the straw dummy.
Again, he raised his blade, and brought it down. The noise was like thunder. Like a twig, the dummy snapped. It brought humor to Griffy, as the dummy's face was that of a rat. Rats were so gross, good thing they were not tolerated in Salamandastron.
Griff felt the roar of waves hit the coast of the great stronghold. He pulled out his sword from his sheath. It should be time to practice, probably. He'd just taken a short nap, and finished eating from the kitchen's finest chef. Griffy was spoiled, and there was no denying it. He felt that his large stomach was full enough.
The badger walked to a nearby straw dummy. He raised his blade, mimicking his hero, Lord Brocktree. He was determined to let it down on his would-be prey. Even though it was only training, Griffy was invigorated, and felt excited.
"Griffy, Griffy!", a voice yelled. It was a masculine voice. It was his uncle. "Griffy, my boy, what would you be doing at this hour?" Griffy didn't respond, but he looked into the Badger Lord's eyes. "Training, I take it?" Griff just nodded, and advanced closer to his prey, the straw dummy.
Again, he raised his blade, and brought it down. The noise was like thunder. Like a twig, the dummy snapped. It brought humor to Griffy, as the dummy's face was that of a rat. Rats were so gross, good thing they were not tolerated in Salamandastron.
