It's not that bad," mumbled Nick and rolled over on his back, yawning.
I ignored Reese when Nick held out his hand to me. With the smile on his face, he seemed just the same again - nothing reminded of Mr. Who and the meat fork. Smiling, I ran across the room and sat down on the mattress with him. "How are you?""Now that you're sitting next to me, better."That was really cute. "And your arm?""I'll get him his painkillers," Reese announced and then disappeared from the doorway with one last hostile look at me.Nick looked after him thoughtfully. "He is angry."“Can you blame him? He was right, I shouldn't have just left the door open. "He turned his head so he could look me in the face. "Did I understand that correctly? You took out the garbage? ""I've cleaned up.""Where? Here?""Well, the apartment." I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. "Just cleaned up a little.""Why?"Hm, an honest answer mightGlossary of parent groups and subspecies• Canis-Proles descendant of dogs • Feles-Proles cat offspring (also includes big cats) • Vulpes-Proles fox descendant • Dama-Proles reindeer • Capella-Proles descending goats • Meles-Proles descendant of marten • Ursus-Proles bear descendant (raccoons) • Simia-Proles monkey descendants (chimpanzees / capuchin monkeys) • Sciurus-Proles squirrel offspring (also includes rats and mice) • L
-----Core group: Feles-ProlesSubspecies: CascusLineage: The forefather of Cascus is the general house cat.Size: head-torso length from 47 to 52 centimeters (with tail 74 to 77 centimeters), withers from 29 to 33 centimeters.Weight: 3 to 5 kilogramsColor and Appearance: The Cascus is a very slender, muscular prole. The Cascus is characterized by its extremely long legs. The basic color of the fur is a deep black, which is only set off by long, white hair around the face, neck and neck. In this abundance, the small head looks small and delicate.Character: Pronounced social behavior among each other.Features: Toxic, extremely fast. Always in a big pack.Lifespan: A Cascus has a life expectancy of five to seven yearsDistribution: normalDistribution area: South and North America, Europe.-----Core group: Dama-ProlesSubspecies: DorcasDescent: deerSize: head-t
Core group: Sciurus-ProlesSubspecies: MinorDescent: Due to its size and life expectancy, the minor is assumed to be derived from rats.Size: head-torso length from 19 to 29 centimeters (with tail 24 to 35 centimeters), withers from 12 to 16 centimeters.Weight: 0.17 to 0.52 kilogramsColor and appearance: The minor goes through the color scale from brown tones to yellow to red. Its hind legs are strong and relatively long. In the front paws there are glands through which it can release poison that its prey absorbs through the skin, and paralyzes. If a person is attacked, they should consult a doctor as quickly as possible, as the nervous system can fail and partial paralysis can occur very quickly.Character: Cunning and nocturnal.Characteristics: Due to its size, minor nests have already been discovered in the most inaccessible places. It has also happened that they have penetrated living spaces through ventilation shafts an
Mommy, when will you have cake?" I tugged at her dress when she didn't react immediately to show her that I was getting impatient. "I'm hungry for cake."She stopped washing the glass under the clear water in the sink and smiled down at me. With her blonde hair she looked like an angel. Yes, my mommy was an angel. "It'll take a moment, Grace.""How long is a moment?"“As soon as I'm done here, I have to set the table. But don't worry, I'll call you then. Go play in the garden while you are. "Hm, but I didn't want to play in the garden at all. I had played in the garden with Wynn all day, now I wanted my birthday cake. "But then I'll still starve."She screwed up her eyes critically and played and pursed her lips a little while she looked me up and down in my yellow summer dress. It was my birthday dress that we had specially called for today. I got a new dress every birthday. "You're right," she said thoughtfully. “My poor darling is o
Lured by the screaming of the children, Mommy ran out of the house and found another of these animals. She tried to slam the door quickly when the non-dog jumped at her, but by then he had already torn her to the ground and bit her shoulder. She screamed and screamed in panic. I could hear it all over the garden. Mommy was scared he hurt her!Suddenly the air was filled with screaming, crying and wailing. In between, the strange animals growling again and again. I heard Moritz calling for his mom and the screeching of Chiara. One of these non-dogs had bitten into her leg and was dragging her, growling, into the nearest bushes, while another Uncle Roderick, with his cell phone to his ear, chased around the house until I could no longer see him.Wynn clutched my arm, crying, while the plush behind us still tried to bite its way through the fence. In the meantime, three others made it into the garden, jumped over the fence near the terrace and immediately rushed, drooling
.............Come on!” Bay cheered the drooling beast. "Show me what you can!"The crane, an Ursus prole, with the colors of the rising sun, crept around its victim, growling. He kept his eyes on the young, blond man's small handgun. He had learned in the years of his imprisonment. He knew how dangerous this thing was, that it meant pain. But he was hungry, so very hungry. And sometimes he even managed to grab a bite before the pain came.Sometimes.His huge paws made no sound on the soft sand as he crept around his victim. He wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted or the pain came, sending him twitching to the ground. He wouldn't stop until his hunger was satisfied.His narrow skull with the horn-like bony outgrowths on the back of his head was dark as the shadows of the night, just like his watchful eyes. The black color ran from the head over the chest down to the stomach and then gradually turned into the orange-red, long fur, whic
"Now finally hit him on the face!" Roared Mr. Keiper at his apprentice. Even from up here I could see that the bald man had a bright red head again. "Use your head, do what you've learned!"When I heard a giggle four rows below, I fixed my gaze. There, in the first row of the stands, sat Pia and Marle, the only other girls in our year of training.The Beluosus Academy accepted around seventy-five students each year, of which no more than ten were girls. The hunt for monsters was a man's domain after all - at least that's what the guys liked to imagine. I had a completely different opinion, which was not only due to the fact that I belonged to the female gender myself.Pia chuckled at Bay's awkwardness. Maybe I should remind her how she looked with the Wrath last week. You could really have believed that she hadn't learned anything here in the last two years.From the kennel I heard the angry growl of the crane when Bay finally hit him on the short muzzle.
Reads like a bad thriller," I muttered, turning my face to her. You wanted an honest opinion? She could have it. "That sounds like a toddler wrote it who had a few sentences dictated by a scientist and in between chats a little with an old friend.""Does that mean I can't hand it over like that?" She asked me, horrified, when the work of ten minutes threatened to slip between her hands."That means it wouldn't hurt if you revised it again. I wouldn't describe it as an essay either, it's too short for that. And since it is not useful for objectivity if you keep inserting your personal opinion or inappropriate comments in between, I would also leave them out. So, yes, you should urgently revise that if you don't want Mr. Keiper to cancel the internship for you. ”I handed her the pad back and didn't mind the fact that she moaned pityingly. “At least the spelling is good. In any case, I did not find any errors. "She grumbled something incomprehensible.