Future Chaos

*Nemesis* · 08-30-2014, 05:22 PM

Honey-tipped paws graced the terra at a flat out run. Ears were held back, pinned firmly against his head, his eyes were narrowed and his shoulders hunched, each feature contributing to the overall appearance of determination. The sound of hooves tearing up the ground filled the air until nothing was to be heard but the steady pounding.

What started out as a simple game had turned into an angry stampede. Nemesis, bored out of his mind, had decided to tease a mother bison and her calf. He'd chased and nipped, driving the calf around in circles and then fleeing from the mother each time she drove him off. He hadn't taken more than a few passes before several adults got involved. At first he'd assumed they'd simply chase him off and then guard the calf, but the running seemed to trigger something in the beasts and all at once the whole herd was racing towards him. As far as he could tell, they weren't actually chasing after him, he was merely in their way. Not that their goal mattered much; he'd still get stomped into a mud hole if they caught up with him.

Oblivious to the quickly nearing border, Nemesis topped a rise and almost barreled into a girl who was just on the other side. The boy skidded to a halt, his tail slapping the ground as his rump lowered to counter the sudden shift of his weight forward. For a moment he was stunned, staring wide eyed into the too close face of a stranger. In a heartbeat his expression changed, features brightening into crazed grin. "Run!" he shouted brightly, his tone far too cheerful for the situation at hand. Without another word he was off again, racing away from the herd that threatened to mindlessly crush him into the dirt.

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