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Numa numa yay! I still wonder how he can stab with curly horns, but oh well. And he is all Minotaur-ish, plus tranquilizers can kill, whoo. And yeah, the Minotaur was one of those Greek myths and you has the skill and motivation of a super peanut, so carry on 8).
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I take it that's a good thing? o.o;
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Cool! So that's why the steef just laid down. It was pretending so it could run when they weren't looking. I can imagine Stranger picking up that Wolvark and throwing him straight into the water. Peanuts are yummy so I hope that for your sake it proves you have more skill and motivation than a super peanut. Maybe a golf ball?
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Or a mango. Mango's are pretty super.
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A clakker stood on the shore of the Mongo river by the docks, enjoying the sun. Another clakker walked up to him.
"Boy oh boy, sure nice weather were havin'." The clakker said. The other clakker nodded.
"Tcheah, you're right about that--- YEARGH!"
They were both instantly plowed to the ground.
"Do something!" Charlotte screamed, jumping back as the steef reared up on its hind legs and kicked the clakkers' aside. Stranger rounded on her.
"What am I supposed to do?" He demanded.
"Do what you always do!"
"STEEF!" Clakkers wailed, swarming inside the skycart building. "Its gunna eat us!"
The steef swung his heavy head as he looked around, utterly confused. He had run to get away from hunters, not find them!
He roared angrily and bolted, his head down. His thick horns crushed through boxes and barrels as it charged, throwing shards of wood in every direction. Stranger fired a bolamite as they struggled to keep up, but it wasn't enough to stop the steef, so he seathed his bow and sprinted after it on all fours.
The steef cleared a fallen log in the road with one mighty bound, its round eyes blazing with hate, and scuttled across the bridge.
Mola dove in the water and skimmed below its surface like a fish, moving at lightning speed. Then he tilted his head and darted from the river's surface, landing right in front of the steef. It was an impressive move; unfortunately it just made the steef feel more trapped than before.
"Stop!" Mola yelled. His eyes were wide and angry, as though trying to push the steef away with brainpower alone. "We mean you no harm!"
"Its true." Charlotte pleaded. "Just calm down."
The steef's hair matted its face, blotting out all facial features exept its eyes, which were bright with fear. Its head swiveled and it ducked down, unsure.
Charlotte slowly moved closer. She lifted her hand carefully, making small, soothing noises. The steef made no move to stop her. She continued sliding her feet until she was just feet away. The steef's ears started turning, and it snorted, backing up against the cliff's wall.
"Its okay," Charlotte whispered. Her fingertips smoothed down the fur behind his ears, and smiled when it seemed to calm down.
"This way!" They heard a clakker shout. "The steef's this way!"
"Shit," Stranger cursed as he caught sight of a large group of steef-hunters running up the path. The steef grunted and stood up, baring his sharp, shearing teeth.
"There it is!" Somebody screamed. Without hesitating the steef dashed forward, slamming into the crowd with the force of a charging bull. The startled cries of clakkers and wolvarks soon echoed off the canyon walls.
"This way!" Mola squeaked, making a break for the path. The four weaved around the dock and hurried up the steep hill to the port athority.
The clakker inside was idily preening his feathers, and fell out of his chair when he saw the steef jump through the entrance and continue down the tunnel.
They left the port athority, and caused a huge uproar as they sped from one side of New Yolk to the other. Shots were fired and threats were screamed, but it was nothing they couldin't handle.
With New Yolk far behind them, the four finally stopped to rest. The steef stamped the ground with its hooves as if anticipating another attack.
"I think we lost em'." Stranger grunted, looking down the path. The sounds of the city had died away in the distance, leaving an eerie silence.
"What were you doing here?" Charlotte asked the steef gently. The steef shook its head angrily, and spoke in primitive barks, as if it rarely spoke.
"Hiding." It growled.
"Why here?" She asked.
"Because."
"Why?" She scratched her head.
"I had nowhere to go." It said quietly.
"Good!" Mola said happily. "You can come with us, then."
The steef ducked its head, his eyes shifting worriedly.
"Why?" He demanded. Stranger shrugged and leaned against the canyon wall.
"Tha's why we came here," he said.
The steef seemed unconvinced. It tilted back its head and perked its ears, listening for the sound of steef hunters lurking in the bushes. He heard nothing.
"My name's Charlotte." Charlotte smiled, motioning towards Stranger and Mola. "And this is Stranger and Mola."
"I'm Cyren." the steef muttered, looking satisfied. "Why were you looking for me?"
"Its hard to explain," Charlotte sighed.
"Fine," the steef said uneasily. "I guess I'll come with you."