Ferocious beings
Vijayakrishna
Wild animals are the most ferocious, are they?
His hair, unkempt and wavy swayed across his face as he sat on the branch hanging over the pond, radiating the reflection of the night sky.
The particularly big moon and it's light shining through the trees had him captivated for quite some time.
A broken twig deservingly got his attention over the ripples in the calm water, as he looked in the direction of the sound, something whizzed past his right ear.
Stunned, he instinctively grabbed the branch above and moved up the tree into the cover of the thick leaves.
As he settled on a particularly well-covered branch, still unable to process what just happened, he noticed a cheetah making a run for it.
At that precise moment, it struck him, he started losing grip on the branch as his wet palms started sending shivers up his spine.
He knew that peculiar whistle, he heard it many times, he knew what made it, an arrow and who is the source of the arrow
"It was her"
Down, along the pond, his mother slowly traced her way to the tree, her bow still in attacking posture.
Comments
Only commenting because no one cares about your article....didn't read it though...
😑.
Got drunk and tried to read....still found this useless!
Now try without getting drunk 😛
You are dead meat dupen, look at next.
Dont listen to xordin 🙂 Its good ... keep writing!
Ty! dupen is a spent rubber.
Nice bro
Nice vijaya..
So.. are you going to finish this story or what?
He never finishes anything....
Is that why he couldn't find a girlfriend?
why my singleness gets dragged in all time -😑-
That is finished in a sense. If you are expecting me to expand on this, it is part of something larger am working on, for which this may not be the platform.
No one expects anything from you....anymore
Tu-tu-roo~