act 1- crisis city
A gray hedgehog, clad in a black jacket, walked over to a seemingly abandoned alleyway. She turned, purple eyes gleaming with suspicion as she eyed the shadows, as if everything in the world was turned against her. “C’mon, it’s me, Gyro.” The hedgehog muttered, tapping on a nearby wall. A rumbling sound answered her greeting. Suddenly, the ukuta opened up, exposing the steel door beneath. “Prove it.” She sighed and took off her jacket, inaonyesha whomever was talking the glowing mark beneath, which looked like an X. “Come in.” gyro stuck out her tongue and cockily walked in. “Told ya so, hon.” Her eyes were set in a knowing glance as Nazo walked up to her. “The fox. Is he still in the Void?” Nazo shook his head and pointed to the brown fox, mbweha on the couch, who had his bangs pulled over one eye in an emo style. His own purple eyes held her gaze and he straightened the crown on his head in an arrogant manner. “I told wewe to get my brother back.” He raised an eyebrow, glaring at Nazo with indifference. “We can’t get him back until the other fox, mbweha tells us where he hid the Key, Lucifer, wewe know that. We need the Key if it is to open the door to the Underworld and transfer from there to the Void.” Lucifer rolled his eyes and walked out of the hole with Nazo on his tail. Gyro sighed, looking over the X on her stomach. What does it mean and why do only I have one? The rest of my series didn’t have one. She walked out the hole after her allies, a worried look on her face, then shook her head. Remember the pact. I need to kill once every day. Her claws popped out, glimmering burgundy. I need to kill. I need to. I need to. I have no choice. If I don’t I die. It’s either the person I kill au me. Them au me. Them au me. She crept over to a tiny, shivering squirrel, and readied herself to pounce while her Marafiki waited. I’m sorry. I must do this. gyro pinned down the squirrel, who struggled in vain as she poised one hand above her head. Its eyes were wide and pleading as she tried to hold him still. “I’m sorry.” She alisema her thought aloud as her claws met their mark.
Then it was over.
A gray hedgehog, clad in a black jacket, walked over to a seemingly abandoned alleyway. She turned, purple eyes gleaming with suspicion as she eyed the shadows, as if everything in the world was turned against her. “C’mon, it’s me, Gyro.” The hedgehog muttered, tapping on a nearby wall. A rumbling sound answered her greeting. Suddenly, the ukuta opened up, exposing the steel door beneath. “Prove it.” She sighed and took off her jacket, inaonyesha whomever was talking the glowing mark beneath, which looked like an X. “Come in.” gyro stuck out her tongue and cockily walked in. “Told ya so, hon.” Her eyes were set in a knowing glance as Nazo walked up to her. “The fox. Is he still in the Void?” Nazo shook his head and pointed to the brown fox, mbweha on the couch, who had his bangs pulled over one eye in an emo style. His own purple eyes held her gaze and he straightened the crown on his head in an arrogant manner. “I told wewe to get my brother back.” He raised an eyebrow, glaring at Nazo with indifference. “We can’t get him back until the other fox, mbweha tells us where he hid the Key, Lucifer, wewe know that. We need the Key if it is to open the door to the Underworld and transfer from there to the Void.” Lucifer rolled his eyes and walked out of the hole with Nazo on his tail. Gyro sighed, looking over the X on her stomach. What does it mean and why do only I have one? The rest of my series didn’t have one. She walked out the hole after her allies, a worried look on her face, then shook her head. Remember the pact. I need to kill once every day. Her claws popped out, glimmering burgundy. I need to kill. I need to. I need to. I have no choice. If I don’t I die. It’s either the person I kill au me. Them au me. Them au me. She crept over to a tiny, shivering squirrel, and readied herself to pounce while her Marafiki waited. I’m sorry. I must do this. gyro pinned down the squirrel, who struggled in vain as she poised one hand above her head. Its eyes were wide and pleading as she tried to hold him still. “I’m sorry.” She alisema her thought aloud as her claws met their mark.
Then it was over.
Let me clear wewe up on this,
I let -Wendsday- use Windy in the story "Rainy Days" (GREAT story kwa the way) and looked back today and realized they were TOTALLY different. Windy had to progress from a bareley-able to speak english Tribe girl, to what she is now in "The Adventures of Spike and Windy"
But seriously, read "Rainy Days" its on the Shadow the hedgehog fanclub.
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Classic Windy: Has u seen my tribe?
Modern Windy: What the- why do wewe look just like I used to???
Classic Windy: u looks kinda likes me toos!
MW: Well this just won't do! There can only be one Windy the Hedgehog!
CW: Okays- *Tribe comes and kills Windy* Nyan!
I let -Wendsday- use Windy in the story "Rainy Days" (GREAT story kwa the way) and looked back today and realized they were TOTALLY different. Windy had to progress from a bareley-able to speak english Tribe girl, to what she is now in "The Adventures of Spike and Windy"
But seriously, read "Rainy Days" its on the Shadow the hedgehog fanclub.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Classic Windy: Has u seen my tribe?
Modern Windy: What the- why do wewe look just like I used to???
Classic Windy: u looks kinda likes me toos!
MW: Well this just won't do! There can only be one Windy the Hedgehog!
CW: Okays- *Tribe comes and kills Windy* Nyan!