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mekachu04he hates horses. Mad ungangly things that have no qujalms crushing them under his hooves. He can't eat a horse, so the only reason he'd ever bite on is in attempt to get them to not stop him - a fact that the horse clearly is stupid to figure out. And honestly, it's mutal discruction at that point becuase he vemon's not going to work fast enough to keep those hooves from crushing his skull and honestly, if they would just leave him be theyall all be on better ground.
so when he feels the hooves terring apart the ground, crawly darts into the first burrow he can find, hopeing aginst hope is deep enough not to get a hoove down though the roof.
he maybe should of hoiped it was empty too, becuase tat is a ver angry badge and he's out of hte ground before the big mammel knows he's there and darting axiousyl for a new hidie.
the hooves are too close to be picky - a whole herd, maybe with cows, oh what a nightmare - and he curls up in the next hole like a python, covering his head nad hoping if anyone's home they don't think he's hunt, or realise he's venomous.
if snaeks could cry, he'd be bawling, the earth feeling like it's going to shake down around him, and he feels something clamp down around his tail - cave in?! - before he finds himself being drug fratically deeper inot the den.
then he's being smothered, burruded under heavey... warm.. not dirt?
the world is still going to hell aorund him, but he's enveomut in something soft and warm and he only answers by pulling himself as tight as hes able under his shelter.
breathes streatchout to eons, and finally the herd moves past, and the ground settles. the great warm thing avore him lifts away - and where today not so missrable, he'd grouble about the loose of heat - and all he can see is the warm blob above him, but he's pretty sure it's looking down at him too.
"...thanks..." he tries, staying curled, hoping to fool the denmaster into belive him a harmless garter or corn snake.
"That was a close call, you got very lucky."
the entrancy to the den has been smashed closed, the first spot cawy had hundered down at comeplerye burried.
THe den master moves forward, scrathing and clawing the masses around with his ... single legs? and then he's.. yes he's pecking.
"What's a bird doing underground?" crawly found himself voiceing in surpise. Birds live in trees and attics and tall cliff faces!
His savoud just chuckles, and feeling enboldedn, crawly slitheres forward, helping the bird find the weaker areas to pull loose,a nd in no time, the dusty air is bright with afternoon sun.
colours don't mean much to crawly, but the bird, with it's large wide face, is almost indistigisable fom the dirt - though what is his colouing and what is jsut from beeing bureied he couldn't say. The birds eyes are also far to large for the misday sun, and he sulks back into the dark, blinking away sun spots.
He's got some pretty terrible talons, but he's not any kind of eagle or hawk crawly's seen before.
so when he feels the hooves terring apart the ground, crawly darts into the first burrow he can find, hopeing aginst hope is deep enough not to get a hoove down though the roof.
he maybe should of hoiped it was empty too, becuase tat is a ver angry badge and he's out of hte ground before the big mammel knows he's there and darting axiousyl for a new hidie.
the hooves are too close to be picky - a whole herd, maybe with cows, oh what a nightmare - and he curls up in the next hole like a python, covering his head nad hoping if anyone's home they don't think he's hunt, or realise he's venomous.
if snaeks could cry, he'd be bawling, the earth feeling like it's going to shake down around him, and he feels something clamp down around his tail - cave in?! - before he finds himself being drug fratically deeper inot the den.
then he's being smothered, burruded under heavey... warm.. not dirt?
the world is still going to hell aorund him, but he's enveomut in something soft and warm and he only answers by pulling himself as tight as hes able under his shelter.
breathes streatchout to eons, and finally the herd moves past, and the ground settles. the great warm thing avore him lifts away - and where today not so missrable, he'd grouble about the loose of heat - and all he can see is the warm blob above him, but he's pretty sure it's looking down at him too.
"...thanks..." he tries, staying curled, hoping to fool the denmaster into belive him a harmless garter or corn snake.
"That was a close call, you got very lucky."
the entrancy to the den has been smashed closed, the first spot cawy had hundered down at comeplerye burried.
THe den master moves forward, scrathing and clawing the masses around with his ... single legs? and then he's.. yes he's pecking.
"What's a bird doing underground?" crawly found himself voiceing in surpise. Birds live in trees and attics and tall cliff faces!
His savoud just chuckles, and feeling enboldedn, crawly slitheres forward, helping the bird find the weaker areas to pull loose,a nd in no time, the dusty air is bright with afternoon sun.
colours don't mean much to crawly, but the bird, with it's large wide face, is almost indistigisable fom the dirt - though what is his colouing and what is jsut from beeing bureied he couldn't say. The birds eyes are also far to large for the misday sun, and he sulks back into the dark, blinking away sun spots.
He's got some pretty terrible talons, but he's not any kind of eagle or hawk crawly's seen before.
